[center][h2][u]Hell’s Minions, Part 3[/u][/h2]
[hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2~Night[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Cedarvale Apartment Complex -Entertainment District, Ominar 
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Simone chuckled both at Nikki’s feistiness and Masha’s brazen display of magic. It seemed he was looking forward to placing both bitches back in their places as he let a wolfish and knowing grin cross his lips when he replied, “Looks like kitty got her claws out.” 

He had little doubt she could likely maim him with those pretty nails, but he wasn’t worried. Mainly because he was also a mage and a good one. His hand pulled up into a clawed as liquid, greenish in tint, began to form in his palm from his Vis. It sizzled the air giving the impression it might burn off living flesh on contact. 

“Are you sure you want to risk scarring that pretty little face of yours?” Simone, hoping she wouldn’t back down.

 By this time, behind him, a cat crept closer and into view in the middle of the hallway should Masha glance behind his shoulder. It flicked its tail patiently then lowered its front, its rear wiggling awkwardly in a prepared pounce as its claws extended on its paws.    

“It isn’t a risk if you’re not even going to touch me,” she said with confidence. She was sure that he wouldn’t make. She was smaller than him by quite a deal, and she was very quick as well. He’d have to be very fast to hurt her before she hurt him. And she had caught sight of the strange cat behind him as well. She doubted it was Nikki’s, and she didn’t care either way, that cat was here to help. And she trusted in cats more than humans sometimes. They were nature’s perfect predators after all.

She watched the cat for just a second, deciding where she thought it likely to go and pounced herself at Simone in the opposite way so as not to collide with the cat. She went low, aiming for his torso and manhood with her claws.

Simone had been watching, but he honestly didn’t expect the bitch to be stupid enough to try. His figure moved quickly to the right as her claws scraped across his left thigh and spared his nuts on the path down. His acid ball immediately twitched then jerked at her direction, aiming at her face when she went low and forward. 

Meanwhile, in a spontaneous reaction, the cat zipped with surprising speed at Ron. Its paw swiped deep and wide at his leg back exposed in the distraction when he jerked to avoid becoming involved with the claw attack. Blood spurted from the wound as the achilles tendon was torn in a shocking reaction causing Ronald to twist his head, trying to see what hit him while his leg collapsed underneath him. He hissed in frustration before he spotted the feline corpse dart under the nearby kitchen table for cover. The thing turned then let out a warning yowl which fell into a loud hiss and darted at Zachary’s legs next. 

Masha only had a moment to react to what he was doing, though in that moment she twisted to at least spare her face for whatever was coming at her. A wicked smile spread across her face at the feeling of fabric and flesh tearing under her hands. She was fast enough that most of his acid bypassed her, but it did still do more than graze over her right shoulder as she slammed her slight form into him, digging her claws in deeper with what little weight she had. She knew she needed to disentangle from him soon though, or the stinging pain on her shoulder would be the least of her worries.

The smell of burning flesh brought a smirk to Simone’s lips then quickly died when the pain flooded his senses, the lips turned into a frustrated snarl. His back slammed into the floor tile floor while his left hand reached for the claws drawing dangerously close to his femoral artery. Simone’s fingers wrapped about Masha’s petite wrist then jerked up as he right hand balled into a fist then whacked down on her unprotected shoulders. 

She hissed in pain as his fist hit the already burned skin, pulling back as quickly as she could, trying to yank her other arm free of his grasp. “You ass,” she growled, sitting up and slamming her free hand down into his chest, as close as she could get to his windpipe. 

Simone gripped her wrist tightly and wrenched it to the side, trying to take the rest of her with it. His hips twisted when he felt her trying to climb up him and reach her hand hit his chest. His other hand reached to stop her other hand and gripped it tightly while he made an attempt to flip her over onto her back.