The Edge

Storben struggled against his bonds in an attempt to hit his fellow prisoner.

A nasty "Bwanng" kind of sound managed to reach their dust-encrusted ears; they both looked towards the sound.

In the distance they could see the uptight guy wielding the guitar as a weapon. He was just swinging it backhand at an oncoming attacker wincing before it connected sending her flying. The uptight guy was obviously impressed with the instrument and it’s sturdiness.

Moments later another "Bwanng" kind of sound made its presence known.

‘Aw, no way, man!’ Sty moaned.

Storben chuckled slightly to himself feeling better about the day.

There occurred a thudding sensation and, as he was trying to figure out what it was, his vision became a bit blurry.

Then he wasn’t aware of anything anymore.

Before Sty was knocked out he took grim amusement from the fact that a well-aimed stone from a sling felled the uptight guy.

The ladies will be having the ultimate three-course meal after all, Sty thought laughing on the inside.

Thud.