Chapter Two

"Is that trap nearly finished yet?" snarled a tall, brawny, goblin like fungi with sharp triangular eyes, shark like teeth and an ugly cap. "At this rate we'll both be dead by the time you're done."

"Ah quit your whining bone head. I'd like to see you do any better." said a strong, pale looking fungi with a large feathered cap as big as a sombrero, jagged eyes, protruding teeth and biceps as big as canon balls, as he fiddled with a length of rope, knotted around the middle of an axe beaten trunk.

"Fine, get out of my way then. I couldn't possibly be any slower than you, yah big meat head."

"Forget it chump, I'm almost done. A quick tweak here, a little tweak there and ta-da, I’m finished."

Shinargi, the feather capped fungi with the jagged eyes and ghoulish complexion, jumped down, stood back beside his companion and admired his own handy work. Dealbata, the shark toothed, goblin like fungi with the ugly cap and pointed, green ears, cast his angular yellow eyes over the knotted loop and length of rope, stretching upwards into the branches and over that of another nearby tree, before falling back to Irth, forming a giant loop and threading itself through a net spread out beneath the treetops, concealed with leafs and twigs etc.

"That nosey fly should be back with a posse load of soldiers soon. Damn are they gonna be surprised when this little baby goes off. They ain’t gonna know what’s hit em." said Dealbata, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Are you sure it's gonna be big enough though?"

"Sure, I'm sure." growled Shinargi. "They ain’t gonna send more than a handful of soldiers to deal with the likes of us. Two Dark City fungi don’t warrant the dispersal of an entire army – they're underestimating us though." he added, smiling like a mutant Piranha fish on steroids, grinning from ear to ear with an ice white set of teeth, as sharp as knife tips.

"Ha, ha, ha! Yeah, yeah you’re right. I can hardly wait. I'm gonna beat the living daylights out of em. Why by the time I'm done they're gonna wish they'd never been born."

"Sounds good to me."

"You're damn right it sounds good. This is gonna be a blast. I'm telling you Shinargi, this is gonna be a day to remember. You mark my words."

"Alright! Alright! Just don't let the thought of whooping a couple of measly little patrol soldiers go to your brain. We gotta stay cool, the both of us, or else we might both wind up being the ones in a barrel load of strife and neither of us wants that now, do we?"

"Yeah, yeah, don’t get carried away, I got it, we can have our fun later. I'll take that fly out with my axe and then when his friends take chase, I'll draw em back here and you can set off the trap. They ain’t gonna know what’s hit em."

"Ha, ha!! Yeah sounds good, like music to my ears."

"Ha! Those swine'll be squealing at the top of their lungs before the days out.”

“Yeah they're in for a real rough time alright.”

“They won’t be forgetting our names in a hurry, that's for sure".

"Damn! I hope you're right Dealbata. Those swine deserve everything they get."

"What do you mean hope? There ain’t no friggin hope about it, we're gonna pound them into the middle of the next millennium and that's all there is to it."

"Heck! You're right. What the hell's wrong with me? They're going down, even if I have to wrench their scrawny little heads off with my bare hands."

"That's the spirit." bellowed Dealbata, giving his companion a hefty slap on the back. "And don't you forget it."

"YEAH! I'll give those mud suckers what for."

"That's the stuff!"

“This is gonna be one hell of a bad day for White City soldiers and one heck of day for us.”

"Ha! Now you're talking."

"You're damn right I am! Now let’s get this show on the road."