[Your Worker, Larry, has slain a Chameleon Warrior]
[+5 Aether]
'Larry?!'
Vale was sure the tiny, disgustingly cute imp was long for the grave. But lo-and-behold, Vale's eyes locked on the corpse of a Chameleon Warrior with a stone spear sticking through its head falling from above.
From the same hole where the warrior fell, a bloodied Larry dropped and glided to the stone ground in front of Vale, with the upper half of a worker's corpse cradled in its tiny claws.
It was Dickless'...
Or at least what was left of him.
'The rest of him and Crow must have fallen like the others…'
The wounded imp let out a soft, pained whimper.
"Baduh…?"
Larry held his motionless brethren in its tiny arms and stared into its lifeless eyes before tightly hugging it. Then the imp crouched down and gently lowered the body to the floor and stepped away as the stone swallowed it.
When Dickless' body disappeared, his form only living on in memory, Larry let out a pained shriek:
"Baaduuuuh!"
