Fifty Word Fantasy: Rippa’s Reunion

He downed a drone with a shotgun blast. “Who er you? An’ why er you bustin’ old Rippa outa prison twenty-eight years late?”

“I’m Punkette!” the mohawked she-orc shouted. “Your daughter!”

“I’ma… dad?!” beefy Rippa said opening the getaway car.

An orcish boy loading a rocket launcher greeted him. “Grandpa!”

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