“Why don’t you join us, Conan?”
The voice drifted over invitingly from the campfire on the beach. Almost as inviting as the tempting fragrances of roasting meat.
“Smells delicious, doesn’t it?”
How the hell did this fucker know his name, this stranger? And how-the-fuck had he caught on that Conan was watching from the undergrowth, hidden in the jungle?
“When did you last eat?”
Conan had grabbed some provisions before heading out to the island. Days at sea .. bread, dried meat. Sure, he’d eaten crap these last two days. And the instant he’d got a whiff of the smell of roasting goat it had drawn him along like a dog on a leash. Succulent, it was enough to drive a meat-eating hot-blooded male out of his head. Appetising. Mouth-watering. Young goat on the spit being roasted over those coals. Saliva ran even as Conan wondered what-the-fuck this stranger was doing here. And how-the-fuck he knew Conan was lurking, watching him.
“I reckon my friend Kobo’s mouth is watering too.”
Conan heard movement behind. His head twisted over. Out of the undergrowth a head appeared. A whopping big head. Followed by a torso. A giant torso. A man .. no, not a man. FUCK! He was HUGE. Gigantic. Powerfully built, all muscle. And the length of him .. as he stood up .. he just seemed to keep on growing. More and more of him. Massively tall. Enormously built. This stranger’s friend .. this Kobo .. a fucking giant. He had to be a full head taller than Conan. And he felt twice as wide.
How on earth ….? That big? And he’d not made a noise? He’s been hunkered down in the undergrowth behind Conan. A giant .. and he’d made himself that small! Crept up on him without making a sound? All that bulk? And Conan had never known? Heard nothing? A man that big? A muscular brute that massive! A giant ape! And he’d moved into ambush-position .. without making a sound! A man as big as that .. manoeuvring himself into a position to attack. He had to make a noise .. that big, that bulky .. didn’t he? But Conan hadn’t heard a fucking thing!
The giant’s hand .. FUCK! Conan noticed how enormous it was .. it extended forwards openly .. inviting Conan to join the feast at the campfire on the beach. But Conan did not overlook the spear resting on his shoulder. In attack-position. Poised to throw. An invitation to dine that was not to be refused.
“Don’t underestimate my friend ….”
FUCK THAT! No way was Conan going to do that. He was like a rockface blocking off Conan’s escape. And he sensed a no-nonsense hostility in the giant’s every pore. A bluntness down to his very core. The man on the beach was still poking away at the embers with a stick. Interestingly he hadn’t even turned around. Like he could see out of the back of his head. He knew Conan was there. He knew Conan was questioning his options. Trapped under the eagle eye of his gigantic friend. And menaced by a raised spear. He knew full-well Conan was in no position to turn his offer down.