A wicked smile crosses your face as you see dozens of the little people scurry around in your palm. They are scared, you can tell that and they should be! Some even bow down in front of you, but you already made up your decision.
Slowly you close your fist around the tiny people. Some prefer to jump to their death but most of them simply screamed and watched in unbelievable horror as your fingers rose up into the sky and started to curl around them. They started to lose their ground and fall down as the skin of your palm started to curl and some of them got crushed instants later in the wrinkles of your hand. You could feel the bones snap and the bodys burst.
As you finaly closed your fist and pressed hard, blood and flesh oozed out from between your fingers and the side of the hand. It felt like you where holding a sponge. As you opened your hand there was a roll of meat which you carelessly tossed to ground at your feet.
"The war has begun!", you say to yourself
Seeing all the blood in your hand, you decide to bring on some warpaint to scare the little ones even more and to make your point clear right from the beginning.
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