And then the door to the pub crashed open and in stepped a gloriously blond Amazon, aiming two gleaming silver pistols at the Monsieur. She was at least six foot six, and every curve on her was exaggerated, her tiny rock hard waist, her bountiful bosoms that pulled at the constraints of her button down shirt, her ass, oh her ass with it's firm and rippled glutes that reminded Swotsy of nothing less than a prize race horse. Her muscled shoulders filled the door frame.
All the little people looked up at her and gasped. As did Swotsy. Poor confused Swotsy, her head spun, her loins burned.
The Monsieur, however narrowed his eyes and stalked the floor. Dwarves scattered to all corners.
There was no time for confusion. Swotsy pulled her weapon, as did all the other police in the room and the Monsieur just laughed.
"Those will not harm me." He tossed the nearest police man into the wall, and he grunted and slid down to the floor, unconscious. The hail of bullets that followed, he just laughed off. When it quieted, and the dwarves all peeked from behind their cover,
The blond goddess spoke. "But mine will. They are silver... that would be poison to your system wouldn't it?"
"The Giant Queen!" they dwarves whispered in awe from their hiding places. "The Giant Queen."
From her great height, the Amazon, looked down upon them and the whispers ended.
"I've got your back, Captain Velkiris. I don't know how you knew what was going on, but I'm ready," Joe said, his trusty gun warm in his hand.
"Stand down, Sargeant," she said, her steely eyes never leaving the Monsieur's. "I sent you in here without knowledge and without the proper equipment. Your bullets will just pass through him. If I had prepared you, if you had known, the Monsieur would never have exposed himself by following you in here. I needed you to be too attractive to his needs. I needed you as bait. And he was, wasn't he, Monsieur?"
The Monsieur hissed.