Clean Up

Denizen had dowsed the ley lines for decades following the clues to the depths of this ancient ruin. Behind the wall slept the army of his brethren. He reached towards the barrier.

THWACK!

 “Ow!” he hissed, spinning.  A lowly custodian.  It had struck his hand with its filthy mop handle.

“Who are you?  We’re closed.”

Subtlety

"Smite him before he hits you again." The angel commanded her.

"Don't look at me with your stupid face!" her husband yelled spittle on her face.  "What's this crap?  Where's the real beer?"

"My friend made that.” she mumbled “Said its got more alcohol."

"You don't have friends.  Don't be so stupid.  I hate hobby beer."

"Smite him!  I will strengthen you.  Lift the sword and plunge it into his evil heart."  The angel demanded.

She looked down helplessly at the butter knife on the table.