Brandon stepped onto the tee box for seven. The long distance always created problems for his less-than-powerful arm, and often, par is all he could hope for. Todd and Lollipop were more capable of winning the longer holes with the sheer power of their throws. Brandon threw his disc, and without fail, it struck the tree nearest to them.

“**** always happens on this hole.” Brandon reached into his bag and pulled a disc with the charred remains of worms around its rim. “Time for me to use ole trusty.”

He stood at the edge of the tee and threw the disc like it were a baseball. It rolled over and barreled down the fairway. The dying screams of a thousand worms were snuffed out by the blazing heat of his disc’s flame trail. It stopped a short distance from the basket and would be a difficult throw for even the more technical throwing goblin.

Todd stepped up and threw his disc. It sailed right and landed in a patch of trees not far from the first disc Brandon threw. Todd grabbed his disc bag and threw it down the fairway. It landed deep in the underbrush on the left side, it didn’t travel very far from the tee box.

“Counts as throw! Disc in bag, not good, but counts.” Todd said.

Lollipop remained on the bench, stitching his armor together. Each piece required enchanted thread and blessed metal fragments. Which he kept in his bag, leaving very little room for discs.

“Hey, your holiness! Get up and throw!” Brandon said.

Lollipop stepped up and closed his eyes.

A radiant light bathed the box in a golden glow. The angels returned, and with his armor repaired and his tome fully restored, Lollipop stood tall.

The light faded, and the angels returned to the heavens, one of whom shot Todd another bird and mumbled less than favorable things at him while he left.

Lollipop took out his disc and knelt. He said a prayer while holding his disc up to the sky. The clouds parted, and a ray of holy light beamed from the box toward the basket. He took a step and let his disc fly; it stayed low to the ground at first and rose as it neared the middle of the fairway. After a skip, it propped up beside a tree. It was out of putting distance, but with luck, he could birdie.

“Oh come on, just cause you got that holy power doesn’t mean you got to-“

Brandon stopped at the sound of the nymph in his bag whistling. He pulled it from the corner pocket and held it to his ear.

“Hey, Brandon? Can you hear me, Brandon?” the voice on the other end was the foreman and part-time ox herder, Rupe the Ogre. “Brandon, I passed those stones, and boy, did they hurt.”

Brandon’s eyes glazed over. “Did you just call me on my day off to tell me that?”

“Yep, enjoy your weekend. I’ll be back to work Sunday.” Rupe ended their call before Brandon could say another word.

“I swear if one more of those simpletons calls me for no reason, I’m going to send them all croft and let ‘em be someone else’s problem.” Brandon huffed as he collected his first disc. “And another thing that holy light stuff might be fair, but I ain’t got to like it.”

Todd collected his bag and took a disc from it. He threw and smacked the tree in front of him. Todd picked up the disc again and threw it forehand with more force. It sailed through the air and faded to the right. It ducked into a kobold den and vanished from sight.

“Hey, big guy, take a stroke and call it a day?” Brandon waved him away from the kobold den.

“Todd, no lose favorite disc. Kobold not scary.” Todd stormed into the kobold den. “Give me back disc!”

Shouting ensued, and soon the kobolds were flying out of their den. A few landed on the fairway, and others were launched onto the Minotaur baseball field. Todd’s disc flew from the kobold den and landed near the basket.

“Great approach, big fella,” Brandon said.

Todd’s voice carried from deep inside the den.“Todd best, goblin child, and silly man not good.” Todd burst out of the kobold den with a few gnaw marks on his arms and legs. One kobold was attached to his back and biting his head. “Todd have headache, maybe need healer?”

Brandon’s eyes widened, “Hey, umm, you got something back there. Maybe I don’t know, shake it off?”

“Todd not fat, why say hurtful things?” Todd hung his head and walked toward the basket.

“No, I mean, listen, you got a kobold gnawing on your head. Is that clear enough for you?” Brandon noticed Lollipop’s hammer swinging at them. He ducked, and the maul struck the kobold. “Hey Lollipop, warn somebody next time?”

Todd slumped over and picked up his bag, “Headache gone, Todd going to miss bitey friend.”

“Sure, let’s get this hole done with.” Brandon eyed the tooth marks on Todd’s scalp. “Are you hurting at all, buddy?”

Todd shook his head and sank his bogey putt.

Lollipop prayed again, holy light cleansed the ground, and a hymn started as he tossed the disc. It landed in the basket for an eagle, and an aura of divinity washed over him.

“That is much better, now for you, my little green friend. Shall I pray that you sink this putt?” Lollipop raised his tome and smiled at Brandon.

“Sure, holy guy, it couldn’t hurt,” Brandon said.

Brandon closed his eyes and tried to listen to the words Lollipop said, but before he had time to tune out other sounds, a warmth washed over his body. Brandon felt lighter, and a sweet smell tickled his nose. It turned to a savory scent, and when he opened his eyes, his body was completely engulfed in flames.

“What the hell, man? Why am I on fire?” Brandon rolled around in the grass, and soon the fire went out. “Lollipop, why did you set me on fire?”

“Sorry about that, little buddy. it would seem praying for a corrupted being has some side effects,” Lollipop said.

Brandon parked his disc under the basket and tapped it in for a birdie.

“This game is going to be the death of me.” Brandon cautiously touched the singed skin on his chest. “Oh, Mrs. Goblin ain’t gonna like that.”

They waited for a large monk wearing shorts and a hoodie to play through.

“Thanks, fellas, I’ll be out of your way in no time.” A disc fell from his bag, and Brandon read the name, Big Dill. He threw it down the fairway and parked it under the basket.

“Enjoy your round,” Brandon said.

Big Dill smiled and hurried along.