A Warm Welcome from Hill

A savage grin crossed Hill's face as the Crystal Fan dropped into his palm.

As a gift for their long-awaited reunion, twelve tornadoes made for a welcome straight from his heart.

Especially for the little bastard standing on the mast in the middle.

Three tornadoes swept toward that ship from three directions. They would make sure everyone aboard ended up shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, and flat on their backs.

A streak of light shot from one of the ships straight toward Hill.

The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill who had come.

Apparently, this Divine Artifact of the God of Space-Time had no intention of joining the Undead for a freewheeling ride through the tornadoes.

"Aaaah! Run! Hill's furious!"

"Hill the bear's gone mad! Get inside, quick!"

The Undead scattered across the decks, wailing as they rubbed salt in Hill's wounds.

Corellon's Seraphim had no idea what had happened, but even they could tell the Undead had brought this trouble on themselves with their mouths.

Even the Divine Artifact had no intention of getting involved, so they flew clear before the tornadoes arrived.

With winds this slow, Hill clearly wasn't trying to kill the Undead. At most, he meant to teach them a lesson.

Hill watched grimly as the tornadoes spun the sailing ships into the air. The Undead who hadn't reached the cabins kept crashing into their companions, and the unlucky ones slammed straight into the deck.

Even with their pain sensitivity turned down to its lowest setting, hitting a magic ship that hard would teach them what happened when they ran their mouths!

The Undead had always been quick to sacrifice their friends. Plenty had slammed the doors shut behind themselves, leaving most of the others unable to get into the cabins.

Just as well. They could all