[center][h1][b][color=035096]Cassim[/color] and [color=red]Iago[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Things were only getting crazier. Now the shadows were building up a resistance to light, or there were stronger shadows, one of the two. More were joining into the fray, the drunken Gaelic was cheering on for redheads, the Pumpkin King’s kids were getting wild, and now an abnormally intelligent horse was even jumping in to kick the monsters around. What a night this was!

[color=035096]”Are these the fabled Parisian nights I’m always hearing about?”[/color] Cassim asked Esmerelda, getting in close with his back to her, sword ready to defend them at a moment’s notice. A beast charged straight in but quickly found itself bisected. [color=035096]”Looks like things are going to get worse before they get better! Everyone! Group up together! Around the children!”[/color]

Cassim rolled toward Lock, Shock, and Barrel, stabbing into another shadow beast as he went. If everyone followed his example, they would have a strong circle able to defend from every angle, with heavy artillery firing out from the center. Whatever was coming would surely be stronger than what they had faced so far.

[color=red]”Nuts to that! I wanna li-i-i-aaaaah!”[/color] Iago found himself yanked by his tail feathers, forcibly dragged through the air by Cassim’s off-hand.