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> 42 (Lucky Number)
The bull demon was directly in front of a barricade, if she did this right she could send a bird to its eye, a spear to its gut, and slam the barricade into its back. Three hits that would hopefully knock this thing down for good, or least leave it half blind. She whipped her wand forward, sending the flaming bird directly into the minotaurs eyes. The monster roared in pain, hurling the boulder it had picked up away as it frantically grabbed at the fiery thing pressed to its eye.
Mel threw the spear she held, cutting a ribbon of blood from the minotaur’s arm, and opened her mouth to bring another up into the gut of the beast.
“Ahhg!” Her foot hit a patch of rot, slid, throwing her forward, crashing through a pack of birds, then into the minotaur itself. Claws and beaks flailed at her midriff, ribbons of pain opening up as she found herself clinging to the minotaur’s flailing arm, jerking her around in the air. The monster managed to finally rip the burning bird from its eye with one arm, then slammed her against itself with the other, knocking her to the ground.
The bull demon loomed over her, smoke rising from a blinded eye, yellowed teeth visible…was it grinning? A throaty noise rolled out of it, something like laughter. Mel snarled and batted away the stunned or killed birds that had fallen with her and pointed her wand at the monster, firing the smoke spirit forward. The minotaur watched it for a moment as the smoke slid past, then chuckled and raised a hoof above her.
A voice rumbled. “Good prey.”
