After Vilskapa and Valhugr finished patting themselves down and checking to see whether any of their bones had been broken from being catapulted, Trigger had already appeared before them.
In his hands was an absurdly large, ominous firearm, one that radiated golden light in steady pulses that carried an eerie, unnatural cadence. At first glance, it appeared as though he intended to obliterate them completely, blasting them into nothingness.
POOF!
Instead of devastation, however, a sudden burst of pink mist erupted from the weapon, engulfing the area in a brief haze.
When the haze cleared, the deadly firearm had transformed into something far less menacing. Trigger now stood holding a placard with the words, "Welcome to my Domain," boldly written across it.
Vilskapa and Valhugr nearly collapsed again, this time from the shock of having been fooled by such a ridiculous performance.
"Hello, Trigger," I said, waving as I landed atop the building.
