The miniature form of the dice that Lexx had defeated in the prior battle bounced through the grass. He looked considerably happier, despite the still missing right wing. His black ears flopped wildly with each bounce. The dice stopped at Lexx’s feet and wriggled around like a puppy.
“You weren’t a good opponent.” Lexx grimaced at the dice before him. He was beginning to rethink giving him to Chel. She would think he was adorable, but he might not be useful. He was lacking in the intimidation factor.