After the blue slug left, Tyr picked Jiro up.
"Hmm... now what to do with you..." He said, looking at the short guy up and down.
"You..." Jiro uttered, "How did you escape the grasp of my black worm? That isn't fucking possible... I had planned to use it on... tsk!"
Tyr smirked, "It clearly is possible."
"No, you don't get it! You couldn't get it... you're a freak!"
"Huh? Do you wanna run that by me again?" Tyr tightened his grip on the back of the slugs neck.
"Ack! Okay I yield! Please stop Tyr!"
*SLAP*
Jiro was blasted across the face, a red mark on his cheek with his body frozen.
"It's master Tyr to you."
*Slap slap slap*
"Okay! Please master Tyr!" Jiro finally exclaimed, entirely defeated and exhausted.
"But I tell you... what you have done is something that not even the great empires of Ainsveld have discovered how to solve. It's crazy... far too crazy to even believe."
