Arn fought off the blasts from the over-sized wand the glowing pixie carried, knocking the blasts aside with
her sword or dodging them but each blast seemed to edge a little closer and her swords was glowing from the
heat of the energy released when she'd deflect a blast. It wouldn't be long before she got hit and she had to
think of a plan. She tried weaving between where Dili was fighting the Half-Orc and cleric but the orc swung
its saber at her and she had to dodge back into another blast. With lightning fast elven reflexes she managed
to parry the blast but it would be her last time doing so. The already orange glowing short sword briefly
turned white and melted, the upper half stickily falling to the ground before cooling and the rest so badly
mishapen it was useless.
The mistake had cost her dearly and she needed to end this now. Her target was smaller, faster and could fly.
she had no weapon but that didn't matter. she could try to turn the pixies weapon against her. She dove for
the protective bubble surrounding the throne, inside the King watched with anticipation. He'd seen one of his
warriors fall but she wasn't dead yet and he still had 5 more, the fight was far from finished.
Arn saw a blast reflect off the bubble , so the pixie flew in close by the side of Arn and didn't fire
untilshe had a shot that couldn't hit the bubble.
Before the Pixie cold send another blast, Arn launched ruined sword at her, knocking her off balance. Arn
lunged at the pixie grabbing at it with both hands but it flew up and out of her grasp. Arn clasped hold of
her real target, the wand, and pulled it from the pixies grip.
"Ah ha! Fortune favors the bold little, pixie." Arn gloated.
"Bold? I had you on the run and pissing yourself," the diminutive woman put her thumb to her nose and poked
her tongue out blowing raspberries.
"Well now you better run," said Arn as she raised the wand and sent a blast through the air.
"Ha! Not with aim like that I don't and just because I've lost my wand doesn't mean I'm out of magic." The
pixie flew over Arn sprinkling tiny specs of glittering dust and Arn felt a little magic wash over her. she
wasn't certain but she thought she'd shrunk a few inches.
She aimed and fired again but the fairy was too fast and now had the bubble behind her. If Arn fired now she'd
risk getting hit by her own blast.
"Morgana, release this stupid locked diaper spell! It's messing up my fight,"
she shouted, waiting for the fairy to make a move. The fairy flew past Arn's ear, sprinkling more dust and
she shrunk down to 3 foot.
"Okay, its released but don't go blaming me if you have another accident," Morgana shouted back.
"This is too easy. Soon you'll be a small as me but you won't be able to fly and I'll have someone step on
you. If your lucky maybe the King can order your mummy the jester to sit on you and squash you with her fat
as!"
"I don't think so," said Arn firing another blast deliberately high. It bounced off the bubble into the
ceiling and the pixie was already flying towards Arn, sprinkling more dust. Arn was waiting for that though.
she quickly tore off her diaper and swung it around in a circle, catching the fairy inside. In an instant
she'd tied it up tight and the pixie was trapped into a freshly wet diaper.
"No fair! Let me out! This is gross!" the pixie cried as she tried to punch her way out of the sopping wet
diaper causing piss to splash out of the fabric and drench her further. "Ewwwww! This stinks."