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The young acolyte stepped out of the carriage with the others. It had been hours since her feet touched solid ground. She stood on the grass, she could feel it tickle her ankles. Mira turned towards the coachman, the wind played with her veil while she spoke to the man.
"Thank you for taking us here, I shall pray for your safe return."
She nodded to him, a hint of a smile on her features. Some would say she was foolish. Who would be grateful to be taken to these lands? No one dared to venture here. Yet there was a quiet confidence to the way she carried herself, her voice serene and sure.
Mira had not exchanged much conversation with the others while on the carriage. She still knew little about them. There was one thing they shared, a need to travel to this place. There were signs of life further up ahead. The hills, cliffs and trees seemed to be guiding the company towards that path. It almost looked peaceful, but she knew that was far from the truth.
She joined in on the introductions, deciding on their course of action could wait until she at least learned their names. Mira bowed lightly towards Jay and Burt. One tall and thin with ginger hair, the other short and lithe, white bearded.
"I'm Mira."
As the coachman left Mira watched him go. After he was out of sight she turned towards the Frontiers with a weary look on her face.
"We shouldn't stay in one place for too long."
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I'll post either tonight or tomorrow.
VERSUS
Her tone lacked the usual confidence. Viktor seemed to have some sort of heightened resistance to her powers. This was getting very annoying. First there was the fake prince, now this. What was the deal with these guys?
She kept her guard up and stepped back to Riley, waiting to see if her new thrall would obey her commands. And surprisingly, he stopped. Sure he kept that bored expression on his face but his submission to her is all she really desired. She could always change that look of his with a few more doses of her pheromones. To make him happy to see her would be satisfying after the distasteful comments he made. It would be-
“Embarrassing.” Viktor quickly grabbed and threw down a smoke bomb from his belt, engulfing the immediate area in a thick white smokescreen. The girl distanced herself from the immediate explosion of smoke, waving her hands to get it away from her face while wearing a look of displeasure. All that was heard next were Viktor's rapid footsteps as he attempted a temporary retreat. I just need to heal… but I can't leave her. I need her… No, I need to go. The girl was about to order Riley to give chase, but the hulking teen was already on Viktor’s tail. He could hear Riley's heavy breathing as he chased him down one of the halls of the sublevels.
Viktor couldn't hide away from the pair, and running around the sublevel wasn't going to work either as it would only be a matter of time before he would succumb to the pheromones. There was no way to stop it from spreading and he could feel himself slipping. A thought kept him on the straight and narrow. One that usually led to his toxic nature whenever the team was operational… [color=silver][I]The mission.[/color] But something else also remained at the forefront of his mind. Something different. The team.
The girl continued to hang back but determined to see things through. Her initial plan had been to escape once there was an opportunity, preferably one of her making. But now, even with the odds being back in her favor, she was curious to see how this would turn out. Enthralling this guy had actually proved a challenge. It wasn’t often that someone was resistant to her charms. In this one night she was proven wrong twice. She wanted to know how they did it.
Her eyes went around the trashed room. The scientists took most of their equipment and data with them. She stepped over some rubble and moved it out of the way. The girl spent some time searching. Kobra didn’t share what they were up to, not that she particularly cared. But information was always valuable to the right buyer. She opened a drawer of an upturned desk and uncovered a container of sorts. With a light tap on the front switch she revealed its contents, some sort of organic sample. She held it up to get a better look.
Glowing……. hidden in a desk drawer and created by a criminal organization known for creating neo-steroids. She was definitely taking this to one of her contacts who dabbled in pharmaceuticals.
After acquiring the yet to be determined sample, the girl moved in pursuit of Riley and Viktor. She ended up walking through an empty hallway, following the sounds she was hearing. They were coming from a larger main room, with multiple doors to enter through. It looked like one of the doors suffered from Riley’s severe lack of restraint. It was barely a door, the last piece of it hanging onto the wall.
She entered. Riley and Viktor were inside where a faint smokescreen faded as it spread. He used another. She almost instinctively looked for the easiest escape route. It was unavoidable to pass through this part of the complex on your way to the exit. Annoyingly, she couldn’t just make a run for it. Riley was picking himself up from off the ground while her new thrall was looking worse for wear. He was also in an odd position, doubled over on a large desk.
Discarded at his feet was an empty syringe. The girl narrowed her eyes, trying to piece together what happened.He couldn't have done what I think he did… Why would he do that?
She stepped forth and called out to him.
Blood in the water
“What are you doing?!” She was testing if she could force him to answer but she also wanted to confirm her suspicion.
“I got this, babe.” Riley was approaching Viktor who released an audible exhale. His suit was now tearing at the seams from the unnatural bulk taking the drug.
“What… am I… doing?” He almost sounded pained. “You… You are rather extraordinary… supple body… perfect proportions… someone worth following… Yes.” Viktor raised his head, his eyes looking past Riley and to her. Direct eye contact, emeralds locked on emeralds. There was a hint of a smile on his lips as a soft uncharacteristic chuckle escaped him before his face shifted back to dull and unamused. “But I must not indulge. I will not falter. You asked ‘what am I doing?’ Simple. I'm ensuring success.”
The compliment might have had a better reception if not for the way his tone shifted. He didn’t sound desperate to please her. He sounded…….defiant. She was no longer in control.
Impossible…..
Seeing Riley position himself between Viktor made something in her uncaring exterior crack.
“Stop..” Her voice came out in a whisper.
However, Riley didn’t stop, he kept walking towards Viktor. And so, she ran to him, pulling at his arm.
“Riley, stop! He took the formula! Let's get out of here or he’ll ki…”
The girl got cut off when Viktor suddenly rammed into her. She was sent sprawling across the room, almost hitting the wall. She landed on her back with a loud thud. Her head fell limply to the side, with her eyes open and lips slightly parted. Her body was completely motionless.
Riley snapped!
The intense rage that coursed through him made it feel like he was going to implode. His anger released into a terrifying roar. A tearing sound could be heard as a dorsal fin protruded from his back. It was covered in blood and strips of skin as it surfaced.
“WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!” Viktor hardly turned to face Riley, only turning his head slightly in his direction.
“If I kill her, you won't have anyone to serve, yes?” He pulled his combat knife from his waist.
“Not if I kill you FIRST!” Riley reached for Viktor who turned and caught him by the wrist. He made it seem frighteningly easy. Riley's wrist was then swiftly twisted before Viktor addressed him again.
“Or I can break you.” Riley groaned as he tried to reach for Viktor with his free arm but felt the sharp pain of the combat knife jutt into his bicep. Before he could even scream his kneecap felt as if it had been crushed as Viktor viciously kicked it. Riley's scream was more like a howl as the pain Viktor inflicted came in waves. Dropping down to his good knee with Viktor still controlling one arm by the wrist as the other was trickling with blood. Unlike their previous exchanges of blows, there lacked a single shred of sympathy for the teenager that had challenged him. That challenged his objective! “Break your ability to fight!” A snap echoed through the room as he slammed his elbow down into Riley's twisted elbow. Through the screams, Viktor continued. “As well as your desire! I will completely cripple you for getting in the way of my mission!” Viktor dropped Riley's wrist, letting him collapse as he cried in pain. Riley was finished, but Viktor had hardly started.
Unlike the pheromones that were less compatible with his mind, the drug pumping through him had a potent effect on his aggression.
“You are exactly what I hate. A failure. A clutz. A dependent fool!” Viktor rounded Riley just so he could deliver a swift kick to his ribs and send him sliding across the floor before his body rolled onto its side. “You couldn't even pick out the right sunscreen! What is even your ability? To be a fish?!” Riley suddenly felt one of Viktor's hands dig into the left gill and raise him up off the floor. The sensitive organ threatened to tear from the boy's neck “Worthless!” Riley's screams paused as Viktor's fist slammed deep into his gut. “Weak!” Viktor's second punch struck Riley's jaw before he was subsequently dropped onto the floor again. “To even imagine you could kill me… TO EVEN IMAGINE IT IS AS FAR AS YOU COULD EVER COME!” Viktor reached down, grabbing Riley by one of his belt loops and what remained of his shirt. It was much like the way he grabbed him at the convenience store to save the young man from falling.
“P-pl-please! I-”
“You've made a grave mistake. You provoked this because you believed you could defeat me? Kill me? Yes? IS THAT NOT CORRECT RILEY?!”
“P-please… I ca- I can't-”
“You can't what?” Riley was beginning to hyperventilate which only made Viktor grit his teeth angrily before hurling the oversized teen across the room and into a counter that was crushed beneath the impact. “A waste…” Viktor's eyes finally darted toward the girl who he would go for next…. but she was gone. “A complete and utter WASTE!” With the mysterious girl gone and Riley thoroughly beaten, the only thing for Viktor to do now was reunite with the others… But what did that mean for them?
Back at the hangar
The group of teens facing off against the Team were starting to lose the will to fight. Thiago was taken down by Alisa’s hand blaster. Warp was at his side and checked for a pulse with trembling hands. His eyes darted around the room nervously.
Brightheart had managed to knock out the teen who went up against her. She’d gathered up all of her remaining strength for a finishing blow, using the element of surprise to her benefit. Thinking he’d taken her down, the sudden burst of energy caught him off guard, earning him an upper cut from the Tamarenean. Unfortunately she collapsed to the ground.
Elio dodged some of the magical energy fists Zach kept firing at him. When he got hit it actually felt like a true punch. He’d tried to hit some with his tail but the stinger went right through them, as if they weren’t there. Instead he changed tactics and used his tail to get to higher ground, a safer distance away from Zach’s spells. He looked down at his allies and saw the remaining Kobra agents being taken down almost single handedly by one of the heroes, who had returned from the underbelly of the facility.
He spotted Thiago and Warp next to each other on the floor, neither of them fighting back. They were losing…..
Elio slammed his stinger into the bridge.
Fuck!!
There were only three of them left. He could have been the hero! The last man standing and winning the prize she promised him. But she wasn't even here! With no more options and his motivation waning he was forced to give up and surrender.
Realizing he had no other choice left he jumped down and joined Warp at Thiago’s side. He kept a wary eye on the rest of the Team, his tail hovered over Thiago and Warp protectively, ready to sting anyone who approached.
“He’s not dead right…?”
VERSUS
Riley ignored Viktor’s warning. His rage was fueled by a mixture of a second unmeasured dose of Kobra venom and the pheromones lingering in his blood. He was all brute strength without much thought behind what he was doing. The teen used his hulking body to his advantage, lunging forward at Viktor.
Unfortunate. Fighting Riley was not his intention. He was part of the objective after all, but whatever he had done to himself made him a viable threat to everyone here. A deep roaring sound loosened from the back of Riley's throat and he clasped both his hands together smashing down right where Viktor stood.
Like before, but this time without a sniper rifle in hand, Viktor sidestepped to the right. Riley growled when he failed to hit Viktor by outmaneuvering him. He was fast.
Unlike before, Viktor delivered three body shots to Riley's exposed side. The teen managed to stay on his feet, taking Viktor’s hard blows to his ribs. He was strong too.
Despite stumbling to his right from the swift blows, Riley still desired to prove his strength was superior. He had to be better, he had to be the best. The Kobra venom gave him the edge and he was confident he could find victory. Grabbing the closest desk to him he hurled it at Viktor. The metal desk made a ringing sound, flying straight ahead at a devastating velocity. As impressive as the feat was, Viktor found the rudimentary attack simple to avoid by dropping down into a low crouch
I'll end it now.
As the desk cleared over Viktor, he dashed forward as he intended to continue to fight Riley without the use of any of his weapons for obvious reasons.
Riley roared. It was a distorted and inhuman sound. Having failed to land any attacks on Viktor he was growing more frustrated and frantic. As soon as Viktor was in reach he brought down his fists again. He was aiming at no particular part of his body, and that was his folly in all of this. So much strength, and no way to use it effectively. Viktor weaved beneath the punch lining himself up for a clean back uppercut into Riley's jaw. The punch being strong enough to stun him long enough for Viktor to move around behind him before gripping firmly around Riley's waist. There was no showboating or hesitation... No hatred or relief… and above all else, there was not an ounce of mercy. With a powerful thrust, Viktor suplexed Riley's head and neck backward into the floor.
The critical move proved to be enough to floor Riley after his head was banged against the floor hard enough to chip and crack its surface. Viktor stood up and looked down upon the teen. Proper form. The right amount of force. Good. Viktor was aware how deadly such a move could be, but he counted on Riley's enhanced body being able to take away some of the risk. The force of the impact left the roided teenager in a pile of arms and legs on the floor.
With you out of the way… Viktor looked around at his surroundings. The way he and Kassy found Ja in this room put him on edge. Riley had been a bit of an issue but the woman that was entangled within this entire operation may have been the source of it all. His eyes glanced toward where Kass had escaped with Ja before darting toward the opposite direction, to the room left unexplored. Trap or not, Viktor would proceed, confident in his ability to overcome whatever he'd face ahead.
He pushed the door open and stepped through with his head on a swivel. Initially there was nothing to report but something particularly poked at his senses. That scent… Sweet yet subtle as to draw one closer… Despite his thoughts he continued his entry toward the center of the room. No different than a hunter disguising themselves like their target's prey… anglerfish, venus fly trap, spider-snake… He about faced, looking to where he had entered as he thought he heard something peculiar. He could have followed the sound back to the previous room, but the scent… the scent was…
With a fluid motion, Viktor unsheathed his sword and turned around just in time to set the blade beside the throat of the mysterious woman that had been attempting to escape him.
“Perfume? That's your downfall? Tch.” Viktor was mildly disappointed in her.
The woman took a controlled breath. She stayed calm, despite the blade being very close to her most prized asset. If he was here that meant Riley was defeated. That idiot really couldn’t do anything right. Out of all the teens she enthralled to do her dirty work he was by far the worst. This turn of events severely limited her options and she didn’t like it at all.
“I was hoping it would be you.”. She smirked. Viktor narrowed his eyes at the comment, trying to discern a deeper meaning behind it.
While Viktor pondered this, the woman had her thoughts lingering on what to do next. She had to think carefully about her next move. Viktor was fully suited up, armed and unlike most men wasn’t particularly happy to see her. For her, there was something thrilling about being in actual danger. Before deciding on a plan she'd be patient and feel out the energy between them. The young woman found Viktor difficult to gauge; his body language was stiff and tense and his face was hidden behind a dark tinted visor. Something would need to change about this if she was going to get what she desired.
“You know I smell even better up close….”
With the sword still so close to her face she didn’t dare to move. For now she would make it look like she was surrendering.
“You're not my type, so don't waste your breath. One false move, and I…” The blade slowly rotated so its very edge was staring her in the eyes. “...will guarantee you will be no one's type.” Of course, he didn't really want that. Her capture would be the perfect way to gain intelligence on Kobra's entire operation. Maiming her would only make that process difficult. It was not optimal.
The emerald reflection of her eyes in Viktor’s blade showed a hint of fear. The chill of fear extended to her spine, making her shiver. She knew when to stop talking back to someone. His threat sounded very real and she wasn’t in the position to do much about it. And then there was that. It stung enough to nearly overtake her fear. It had been a long time since she’d been rejected like that.
“What do you want?” Her smirk had dropped. He didn't answer, though he liked her better this way. The facade was torn down and her true face was shown.
He raised his free hand up to his helmet, pressing on the exterior button to communicate with the others upstairs.
“Team. I have the sniper, over.” There was no reply back causing Viktor to sigh. “Team. Rain. I have the female sniper, over.“ His eyes remained affixed to her, but the comms issue was definitely pulling away his attention. The blade of the sword trembled as Viktor's grip tightened around it. “Team! Comms che-“
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Viktor felt a large hand grip the back of his neck and raise him up. The sword's blade narrowly missed the girl’s nose as it rose up and from her neck. Riley took two steps forward and threw Viktor across the room and into a wall. “I got you babe. Did he hurt you?”
“You moron, he almost hit my FACE!!” She backhanded Riley with a surprising amount of force. He stumped back, both her hand and his cheek were stinging afterwards. Now that she was back in control of the situation, the anger she’d suppressed earlier was spilling out. She was trembling in place, taking shuddered breaths.
“I’ll kill him..” Riley growled in a low voice. At first there was no response from her until Riley started to move towards Viktor.
“No….I have a better idea.”
Riley stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to face her, waiting for her command.
“Hold him down.”
Viktor was starting to recover from the impact of hitting the wall.
Shit He rolled onto his back but before he had the opportunity to recover his weapon that had fallen beside him, Riley was on top of him. Viktor immediately punched him in the gut which both hurt and enraged Riley. With his gills flaring, he swung wildly at Viktor who attempted to block the heavy blows. I just need to withstand this… but his strength… Viktor then felt Riley attempting to take control of his arms. No!
While the two guys struggled to outwin the other, the girl moved in quickly. When an opening was available, she took a deep breath as she raised her leg up high before swinging it down. The girl delivered a devastating axe-kick to Viiktor’s helmet, shattering the tough material of his visor with surprising ease. The shards of visor pierced and cut into his face within. Despite it all, however, he was still fighting against Riley's grip. How could I allow this?! I will not fail here!
Riley was suddenly assaulted by a precise spat in the eyes. As desperate and cheap as the assault was, Viktor took advantage of Riley briefly releasing his arms. A grunt escaped him as he threw a punch at one of Riley's flared gills causing the hulking teen to scream and lean toward the girl. Perfect. With as much strength as he could muster, he thrust his hips upward to send Riley toppling over into her. Riley’s body slammed into her. The mass of muscles colliding with her small frame caused her to fall backwards, tumbling over one of the half emptied desks. She landed on the other side.
Meanwhile, Viktor quickly rolled in the opposite direction creating the space necessary to safely push up onto his feet.
“That will not happen again.” Viktor's voice carried a tinge of anger with it. He removed his helmet, clearly revealing his cut face that was already in the process of healing.
He eyed his two foes recovering from what he had done.
For the girl, there was the pain of her fall and another stinging sensation at the small of her back. Something pointed was digging into her. She rolled away in order to identify the cause. One of the testing tube holders was lying next to her.
She was so done with this. This was far too much fighting for her liking. The girl forced herself to stand up and appraised the situation inside the room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Viktor was also back on his feet. Now without his helmet she could see his face clearly. She was disappointed to find the damage she’d done was starting to heal up. Maybe she wasn’t trying hard enough.
While this was usually the time she would exit the scene, something was gnawing at her. This was the second time he had the guts to physically assault her and he stole her weapon. A rifle which was fully customized to her tastes, irreplaceable and extremely expensive.
“Riley…..”
This time she was going to be petty and get even.
“Take him down.”
Without hesitation Riley charged back in. He grabbed a broken chair and launched it at Viktor with one arm. Throwing furniture around hadn't worked previously, but he was willing to try any form of attack for [I]her[/]/I] and especially against him. Riley recognized Viktor as the guy who got on his nerves at the convenience store. Even more reason to break his face! Again, Viktor evaded Riley's attack, but this time around, Riley was slightly prepared for Viktor to do just that. With his next action, he attempted to quickly close the remaining distance and so he could repeatedly strike at Viktor like before. Each swing hit air, and not only that, every few misses he could feel the sting of Viktor's counter strikes.
The girl watched and waited, lurking while studying the flow of the fight while being just out of reach. Decisively, she came in low to Viktor’s blind side, delivering a strong calf kick. The slight buckling of one of Viktor's legs was enough to unbalance him. And with that, Riley was able to land a punch to his face. Viktor stumbled backward, nearly falling but managed to regain his footing. His emerald eyes looked between both of his opponents, their differences in approach being a dangerous combination for him. Still, he would persist.
Two foes. One an objective. Comms are down. Helmet is destroyed. My team is up above, status unknown. Regrouping is an option but retreating doesn't ensure securing Riley. There's her. Another unknown factor… Fine, I'll stop them here and regroup with the others.
Viktor grinned. He couldn't help but feel a rush at the prospect of testing his prowess. The sliver of sympathy he felt for Riley was only just that. As long as he didn't kill either of them he could let loose.
The three clashed against each other in the open room. Just as before, Riley was the aggressor and the girl complimented his wild fury with her precision. Viktor was fighting well at first but as he parried Riley, he was struck by the girl. Every time he maneuvered to strike the girl, he was interrupted by Riley. As the engagement continued, their combined attacks broke through more and more. The girl smirked as if answering Viktor's previous grin. Each time Riley created an opening she struck at Viktor, like a snake striking at a large mammal. The strength of her kicks was uncanny considering her size. Viktor was losing this.
“Tired yet?” She dodged a kick and Riley took this chance. With a grunt, he grabbed Viktor by his dangling hood and slammed him to the ground. Now! She moved in and kicked Viktor in his side hard enough to send him rolling and then pounced on top of him.
The girl relished the feeling of finally being back in control, with Viktor writhing beneath her. Her gaze went to his exposed neck. Something within her form shifted, became more predatory. Her hands turned Viktor's face to the side and she lowered her mouth towards him. The bite was quick, hollowed fangs pumping pheromones into his bloodstream. Both of their green eyes were overshadowed by their expanding pupils, almost looking possessed by some otherworldly force.
A forceful push broke their intimate exchange. The girl fell backwards, satisfied and slightly out of breath. Riley approached but she raised a hand which directed him to halt where he stood. A bite like that was a nail in the coffin for the fight. Now was the time to string along such an exceptional thrall.
Viktor rose to his feet. One hand was holding his side while the other brushed against his neck where he had been bitten. His eyes were affixed toward the ground as a strange feeling took hold of him. The experience was both overwhelming and strange but he couldn't deny the… Was it relief? No, there was something else. His eyes met the girl's own as he finally raised his head.
“Disgusting.” His jaw clenched as he scowled at her, but he also felt himself fighting a primal urge. “What did you…” It dawned on him. Talon, Thiago, Ja, Riley, and the other teenagers! It wasn't the dart rifle, it was her. Viktor narrowed his eyes and he reached for his belt.
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Poppy brushed off the dust from her arms and inspected her work. She was pleased. Sure you would need to use your imagination on some parts. Like the rooftop chase, which was not nearly as high as a rooftop. The training course started with a steep uphill run towards a broken assembly of stone structures. There a rooftop chase would start, testing balance in the pursuit of a swift and nimble target.
The glass shards got repurposed in swinging boobytraps. They were strategically tied to high rising tree branches, which towered over a seemingly harmless forest trail. After having cleared the forest the training group would be faced with a large open field, deceptively empty. There they would face an aerial assault through the combination of Lysandra’s drones and Poppy’s crossbow.
The final stop was a mound of stones, pieces of wood and other sorts or rubble, of which the objective seemed to be lacking. The red haired Sidhe made her way back to the entrance where she waited for everyone to arrive. She expected everyone to be there. Poppy brushed away a sheen of transpiration on her face and the back of her neck. Her blouse was sticking to the skin of her back. As per usual she came prepared with a fresh set of clothes. She unlaced her corset and pulled the blouse over her head, letting it fall on the dirt next to her.
Poppy put on a similar off the shoulder top in a washed blueish gray and pulled it underneath her loosened corset. A quick change and she was ready to go. For practicality’s sake she pulled up her hair into a high ponytail, keeping it off her neck.
By now most of the group had gathered at the requested meeting spot and Poppy started to give them instructions on the first objective. After having explained the basic setup, pointing out the area that was supposed to be a deadly drop, the medic continued.
“We’ll be moving from there…” She pointed towards the starting point of the “rooftop” chase.
"To there.”
“Your job is to catch me”
A heat signature was fast approaching. It was moving inhumanly, instead behaving more like an animal. Immediately and without hesitation she fired off of a couple of warning shots, forcing Metamporph to stay on the other side of the suspended bridge. With her hand still on the trigger she glanced down. She wanted to know what Riley and his team were up to. Why was he taking so long to get her weapon back?
Another bright flash off light blinded her, one from which she could feel the heat all the way up at the bridge. When her vision adjusted back to the darkness she spotted several of the kidnapped teens being downed by the heroes. Their bodies fell to the ground, completely limb.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" She hissed, staring daggers at her group.
The repeated failure of the enthralled teens was getting on her nerves. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. It was so hard to find good help these days. With one eye on Metamorph she quickly turned and aimed down, shooting at both friend and foe. This light source had to go.
Only a handful of bullets shot out of the rifle before she emptied the magazine.
"You have got to be kidding me...."
She sighed and dropped the rifle, kicking it to the side in a mildly bored fashion. It was time to get out her other weapons. The agent confidently started to strut across the bridge towards Metamorph. While she walked the heels on her boots retracted and two metal spikes came down to replace them. The fangs inside her mouth lowered down from their hiding place.
He was not going to know what hit him. She prowled closer to him, preparing to strike.
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