[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Future Palace
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color][/i][/center]
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It seemed like Bruce was having a very bad day.  But you know what?  So was Mona and she wasn't going around calling people annoying!  Perhaps mostly because she was having trouble comprehending and catching up on what was happening here.  What she did understand at this point was that they needed to keep some poor soul from death to prevent the end of the world.  People tended to die regardless of the help offered.  How were they going to manage this?  Something something gods.  Mona was feeling infinitesimally small.

This was only furthered by the fact that a large hand wrapped about her waist and hoisted her into the air.  It knocked the breath from her and caused her to drop Erasmus.  Gasping, she placed her hands against the giant's thumb and looked up at him wide-eyed.  People below her were shouting.  What were they saying?  The booming voice hurt her head.  He was holding her so tightly.  There was only one thing she could do.

Purge.

Mona barfed quite spectacularly - her cider and treats from the celebration projecting toward the Giant.  Once everything had left her stomach she looked down, quite saddened.  She had enjoyed those foods... and they had not tasted quite as good coming back up.  She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand before looking up at the giant.  [color=B9C66E]"Hold a g'el more gent'ley.  Yer muthah raise yeh in some sort o' barn?"[/color] she demanded of the beast.