"Hate's a storong word for one so weak," Theo said with a smug smile. He always felt powerful around shorter people. Maybe it was that he could punt them if they said something he didn't like or maybe it was the face that they made good arm or foot rests.

Sadly, this person was too small to punt and much too small to rest an arm or foot on. He ran through possibilities of getting rid of the creature and finally settled on a good one. Make the fairy thing a baseball and his staff the bat.

A golden mist appeared around his hand as he asked, "Have you ever been hit by a high-speed piece of wood before?"

OoC: You don't know how fun that was to write. x3

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