Sterling calmly rose to his feet, offered his hand to Thothalas to get him off of the ground, and looked at the witch saying, "Now that was a stupid thing to do, Tuculcha! Your majesty, can you please restrain this witch for us?"Looking directly at Tuculcha, The Erl King raised his arm toward her and made a fist. Immediately a large hand made of solid granite erupted from the earth, wrapped itself around the witch, and began to squeeze ever so tightly. The sheer pressure of the giant hand's grip was so great that it forced Tuculcha to drop Ashleyien's sword on the ground as she yelped in pain.
The Dark Elf walked over to the witch and sighed, "I tried to do this the easy way, Tuculcha, now we're going to have to do this the hard way. You want to play hardball? We can play hardball, I have no problem with that concept."
Smiling with an evil grin, the Drow continued, "Right now, you're probably having a little trouble breathing, maybe one or two of your ribs have already been cracked, heck, you're probably going to be in traction for a week! Don't make things any worse for yourself than they already are! All we want is our friends back, Tuculcha, that's all! Now, do you agree to my original offer or do I ask The Erl King to tighten his grip so that the last thing you hear will be the snapping of your own vertebrae? You don't have to say anything, my dear, just nod your head up and down if you agree or shake your head if you still refuse."
A Point To Ponder
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