Grabbing her own wrist tight, Peaches did her best not to imagine it being Fleur’s scrawny neck, not to strangle it, she better hold her wrist gently as she was trained, or else her spell wouldn’t transfer its power well.
The cobble here wasn’t at all magical. Nowhere near the craft level of the most incapable dwarf. Not a drop of magic in it to be found. She couldn’t smell a whiff of it. That zing like nothing else.
The rosy pink sky rumbled with real thunder.
Good.
Flying in the rain, no, she knew few creatures could safely fly in the rain, and all them were top notch demon spawn that wouldn’t be harmed by the inevitable crash landing.
Once Fleur and her strawberry stinky fat ass crashed landed, Peaches would so strangle that bitch slow and … nonono.
Focus.
Calm.
Her heart raced stupid. As stupid as Roo.
How could he be so stupid as to collect demon girls as familiars.
Creep.
She’d strangle him nice and slowly at this rate.
As slowly as the hen were marching out of some alley. Out around her. Out of the jetty’s cover. Over the rosy pink sky and its thunder getting louder and louder, closer and closer.
A black bolt suddenly dropped the nearest hen.
The dead hen turned scaly and wicked sharp – cockatrices?!
Peaches didn’t hesitate.
She slapped her palm onto the ground. Chatted the right elvish words.
Just as all the chickens went cockatrice.
Lunged for her.
Got deflected by her first circle. A glowing yellow pentacle on the ground.
A few more got trapped by her slightly larger red pentacle.
And got roasted into a tasty dinner.
Just as the rest were dropped by arrows.
All burned into self-contained infernos. Meaning they’d be reborn as eggs. After suffering hellishly for their failure to stay alive.
Like Peaches and Ruby would suffer if they died here.
If Roo died too then – no.
Peaches refused to shutter.
But she shuttered anyway. That kind of torture. Forever.
Ah.
Pale blue scales.
Behind the shutter. Right across from her. Faint but the eyesight of a forest elf was far better than some serpent bitch’s. Roo wouldn’t humor stupid slutty Fleur for long. He’d kill her as he should and she’d go psycho bimbo on him as she should.
Peaches clenched her teeth. Grimaced.
She huffed. “Your turn–”
“Elf girl!”
From above?!
Peaches flung herself flat. Chatting another circle spell.
Crack!
The cobble enclosed Peaches with jagged spikes.
A scream above her – she struck the dragon elf.
At least one of them.
The shutter banged open. Revealing a scrawny busty blue dragon elf girl.
“Silvia!” she cried.
Right before she got feathered in both eyes.
Her scream. Topple. Landing face first and ack. The arrows would of been shoved through her head. Killing her.
Moments later her body decayed to dust, leaving behind her pair of horns. So that one had lives left then, but first, she’d have the agony of rebirth to go through, which would take a while, like it did with Peaches those few times, and she’d go through another hell trying to retrieve her horn. She’d feel whatever was done to them, as if they were a part of her, so forging them into something useful could add another layer of pain and slow her down. Besides some bland brown clothing, she also left a pouch to explore.
Peaches undid the spikes and ouch!
A body landed on her. Sheesh. Killing someone without lives left … okay, not her first time, but least she had a cleaning spell for this bloody mess. The coin Roo would get for the full corpse of a dragon elf girl … good. And to travel together they’d need the coin.
But this one … a scrawny green one. Also in bland brown clothing, and a pouch that …
Oh no.
What was inside it … Roo needed to know now. That Fleur was a trap, a deadly horrible trap.
And quick.