Wiggling his nose, the rather tall Gnome looks at the sword with a little distaste, but says nothing.
Nimrod swings the sword yelling "There can be only one" and strikes the Gnomes neck with what can only be said to be a great deal of precision obviously gained from many such encounters. The sword however didn't even realise it had changed into a well formed icicle and shatters on contact.
Both the Spite and the Gnome laugh with all the sounds of the forest emanating from their throats. Nimrod had forgotten that when such creatures gather together there is far to much magic in the Air.
*Grin*
Love and light
Japestar