Delia, Pixie Princess of the Highborn Fairy Kingdom, Ninth of her name, First Champion of the Seven Fey Crowns, Commander of the Dire Dragonfly Calvary, and Heir to the Ancient Line of Avalon spits up her own sparkly pink blood as she spins back and lands face first hunched over the bar.  Her blood lands in several drinks while painting a large splatter across the top of the rosewood bar.  The jawas, munchkins, hobbits, eloi, house elves, and minions scramble off their stools and chairs in a mad dash for the exit.  Unfortunately, there are few places out in the Nerd Wastelands one can call safe.  

     As Delia lifts her head to turn towards the cave troll attacking her, an uppercut sends the pixie princess flipping head over heals over the counter.  With flawless agility Delia twists midair and lands on her feet facing her attacker.  A quick flip of her head whips back her long wavy pansy-colored hair and she readjusts her smiley face eyepatch with a sly smirk stretching across her red lips.  An angry snarl bursts from the cave troll as it lifts both of its massive fists high and swings down like a ten-ton warhammer.  Delia backpedals with a coyish giggle and leaps into the air.  The devestating blow splinters the bar into a moist wooden pulp of alchohol and blood soaked tinder.  Delia's four insect wings keep her fluttering in the air as she flits away from the monster. 

     The cave troll roars with feral rage and it charges the pixie princess as strings of spittle and drool trail out of the corner of its mouth.  Delia shrinks down to her true pixie size and becomes a bullet-like blur of movement.  She flies like a purple-haired silhouette at the cave troll.  Easily zipping past wildly flailing fists she draws her twin pink pistols, Dewdrop and Snowflake.  Although this isn't her first dance with a cave troll she realizes even her enchanted guns won't easily