Brandon wasn't even halfway back to the village when he felt someone watching him. Turning around, he saw that it wasn't a who, but rather a what: yet another fiend had decided to rear its head.
"What, already?" Brandon said, in a voice almost identical to Lulu's. It was a floating one, an flame shabed orb with a pair of wicket eyes and an overlarge mouth full of teeth. It had a pair of comically small hands by its side, and it glowed with some inner light. It gave a sinister grin, then shot through the air at Brandon like a torpedo.
Brandon dived out of the way, which was fortunate, as the bomb was not trying to merely slam into Brandon. Instead, it exploded once it reached the area where Brandon had been just a moment before. Though he avoided most the blast, Brandon was still knocked off the road.
Brandon rose to his fee, brushing off his knees and readjusting his breasts. "Well, that was over quickly," he said, a little relieved.
That was when he noticed the a pack of similar creatures descend upon his position. Brandon counted four, each soundlessly cackling with their toothy maws as they hovered around him.
Brandon glanced around, seeing that he was back in the jungle next to the road. He realized that another explosion could be fatal: even if Brandon wasn't caught in the blast, the jungle would likely catch on fire, and Brandon was not dressed to properly outrun a raging inferno. Trying to cast a spell on the living bombs would be equally futile: fire would certainly set it the volatile creatures, and perhaps electricity as well. Even freezing them might cause them to combust when the ice shattered.
Desperate, Brandon looked around, searching for something, anything, which might be of use to him.
