She was very tall and lanky, much like a toothpick herself. Dirty blond hair and defined brown eyes glared dangerously at him; wordlessly explaining that her previous statement was not something to have a good laugh about.
Her intimidating gaze bore straight past his heard and directly to his soul which shuddered and looked for shelter as best as a soul can. Instantly, his chuckle broke off into a quick yelp of pain. He glanced at his hand, awed to find a toothpick lodged in the skin and worm red blood dripping slowly towards the ground.
Removing the sliver was no difficultly, but The Toothpick Warrior had proved her ferocity as Simon imagined a single box of toothpicks-which she undoubtedly had multiple of-under her command.
