MISC: The Girl Who Saved the World Part 8

[George Phillies]

Eclipse is recalling what happened at the exit to the Lesser Maze.

  Mum taught me how to sound truly pompous.  To my surprise, it worked. 
  Europalord did not quite fall on his fat face when he tripped over his 
own feet.  Of course, he is a Drain, so personal combat training is not 
quite the issue it is with his team-mates.  His task is to sit there and 
suck power out of his opponents, incidentally shoving it all into his 
personal force field.  “The Namestone is mine,” I announced.

“You’re defying the League!” Valkyria shourewd.  “International law 
specifies: The League of Nations owns the Namestone. Hand it over!” In 
retrospect, she might have done better if she’d been a bit more tactful. 
  She could hardly have done worse.

“You know the Maze Rule: Namestone belongs to he who takes it. I took 
it,” I said.

“No, it belongs to the League!” she screamed.

“You keep repeating that same wrong statement.  I just told you: I took 
it. It’s mine! Are you deaf, or just stupid? Or maybe both; you’re for 
sure stupid.” I answered. By now I was in a really sour mood. I really 
wanted to go home and go to bed. And, very soon, I would have broadened 
my call on enough levels of power to do just that.  I could feel the 
teleport blocks around me, meaning I was going to need a lot of power to 
smash them into little pieces.  No, I do not feel guilty about what was 
likely to happen to the people and machines casting them.

Meanwhile, Valkyria is said to be short tempered.  People who are busy 
losing their tempers for sure aren’t thinking clearly, a positive 
outcome for me.

“Team! The Namestone is indestructible! Kill her!”  Oh, dear, I thought, 
not to mention several other words Mum did not approve, she’s more 
short-tempered then rumored.