No choice. What choice did I have? It ached. Her watery blade appeared in a splash of mist, the vapor blown away from the shiny blade. I had one option. I punched my left fist forward. He dropped to all four, his mandibles clicking. That hulking, brutal monster that ripped apart the boarding house we stayed at Az. To kill it. Light flashed from Ealaín dueling the Paragon. Droplets shimmered before me. Gasping in shock, I leaped immediately, ripping out of the muck as Sven, Ealaín, Nathalie, and Greta gasped. It burst from me, blinding sunlight engulfing me. It rippled with rainbow light. “Do you even have a cock any longer?”
“I think I’ll just eat her,” Prince Meinard answered, his mandibles clacking as he rose to his feet, his limbs twisted and segmented in strange ways, fingers ending in sharp claws. My blade hissed over his form.
