Daniel decided to get over it and rejoin the conversation. He definitely valued his skin more than a dead tree, but he couldn't force anybody else to share his opinion.
He approached the bar with arms folded over his chest.
"Outside of a spell to send them back where they came from?" Daniel stared at the ceiling and tried to think. "I'd say fire, but since they're actually from hell, that might not work. Silver's for werewolves. What about a giant poker? A butcher knife on the end of a stick?"
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on 2014-01-11 12:34 am (UTC)He approached the bar with arms folded over his chest.
"Outside of a spell to send them back where they came from?" Daniel stared at the ceiling and tried to think. "I'd say fire, but since they're actually from hell, that might not work. Silver's for werewolves. What about a giant poker? A butcher knife on the end of a stick?"