Lorna screams, her mouth in an almost comical ‘o’. Landon rushes into the room, clad only in his army pants and boots.

“Stand back!” he cries “heroically”. I roll my eyes, but regret my shift in attention as I am roughly swept to the side by the centaur.

Landon screams worse than Lorna. My brother has a smile that could make rainbows cry skittles, but he seems unable to kill a simple class 1 beast.

I slide through the beast’s legs, sweeping my own beneath him and knocking him to the ground. I leap up, snatching my brother’s gun from his belt.

The centaur hisses as his knobbly knees make contact with my basement floor. He gives me a wolfish grin. “Pretty and feisty, I see. I should like to make you my pet!”

I shot him with little hesitation, ignoring his comment entirely. The grin faltered for a moment before his eyes rolled back into his head, the tranquilizer working it’s magic. TweedleDee and TweedleDumber cheer, but I’ve got bigger worries.

Like why has a Portal sudden opened in my basement?