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Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 7

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Midnight (to the returning Rog): “What the hell is that?”

Rog: “It is what we shall use to battle, sire!”

Midnight (reading the tub): “Chlorine?”

Rog: “Indeed! We can soak the mops with the chlorine, wet the area around us – creating a sort of defense circle – and watch as the scorpions collapse from the chlorine fumes.”

Midnight: “Hmmm.”

Rog: “Shall I begin?”

Midnight: “How about if I begin? First, I believe you are confusing chlorine with chloroform, in that chloroform is used to knock people out. Chlorine will mostly disinfect the scorpions before they poison us with their purified venom. Second, that tub you’re holding is full of granular chlorine. That means it’s full of solid, making your liquid-based plan a bit impossible.”

Rog: “There must be a water faucet nearby…” Midnight interrupted, grabbing a mop and whacking Rog in the process.

Midnight: “Except that I already told you the chlorine is worthless. Let’s just use these mops to knock the scorpions into the empty pool.”

Rog: “That could work.”

The attack began. Hungry, angry, rabid, or else wise, these scorpions were not about to pass on by. They wanted a fight, and they wanted blood. Or flesh. Or hair?

Midnight grabbed Sally and placed her atop the chlorine tub. “Stay,” she ordered the frizzled feline, before running off to battle.

Rog was feverishly waving his mop in the direction of the first scorpion wave, and, via a combination of luck and luck, he was enjoying some success. When Midnight arrived, a dose of skill was added, and the success rate rocketed. “To the right!” she yelled at Rog, reminding him that his spasms should at least be directed towards the pool.

FwipHssss FwipHssss. Mop-handle struck exoskeleton, and one-by-one the scorpions fell into the empty pool. The first assault was failing. It was (as they say) all too easy.

Midnight: “Where the hell is Cal?”

Rog: “I am here for you!”

Midnight: “I didn’t ask that. We need reinforcements.”

Rog: “But we are winning..., aren’t we?”

Midnight (scoring another two hits): “If they can climb down walls, then they can climb up, too.”

Rog: “Do you know that for sure? I would think up is harder than down. It’s possible they’re just falling…”

Midnight: “I know that for sure.” She looked past Rog and into the pool.

As a second wave of scorpions attacked from above, the first began to emerge from below.

It was (as they say) a two-front war.