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A sharp ‘<span class="mu-i">DOWN!</span>’ rips free from your mouth as you tackle Tzah-Tzie to the floor knowing full well trying the same on your sister would be like tackling a wall! Thankfully she hits the ground a moment later which just so happens to be quick enough to let whatever was just aimed at you sail by like an angry Zitzer!
“HELLS!” Sputters the Skog as she presses her bulk against the polished walkway beneath you, “What was <span class="mu-i">THAT?!</span>”
A dull <span class="mu-i">’TNK!’</span> slams into the ground inches from your eye before you can ponder up an answer! Leading the others forward along the ground slithering like a pack of didrots with wingrot, your mind races as even more ‘<span class="mu-i">THHHP</span>’s ring out from the throngs of shoppers around you!
“FINALLY,” Snarls Rezalith, flapping her wings with a menacing grin, “Time to turn up the heat a little bit!” Her burning eyes narrow. “That means ‘I’m gonna turn this street into melted glass’ if you couldn’t pick it u-”
The devil’s scheduled heat adjustment is cut short by a thick tail slapping her to the floor just as another projectile whizzes by with barely a sound!
“Nobody’s burning anybody!” Hisses your sister as she plants the pyromaniac on the floor! “Too many bodies!”
“Bold of you to assume I’d leave <span class="mu-i">bodies</span>...”
Tzah-Tzie crawls over with a tremble in her tone and a wideness in her eyes! “Volka’s right–listen!”
You already are, of course, and what you hear doesn’t inspire much confidence! Even as shots continue to slip through the shoppers, their conversations continue as if they hadn’t noticed a thing at all… they aren’t all plants, right? The Spinner shakes her head.
“No way–too many to pay, too many to keep quiet…” Tzah-Tzie mutters through clenched teeth. “And the Teksouls-”
Her explanation is cut short by another trio of projectiles whizzing over your head! Even while flat on the ground the shots are getting closer, and the Teksouls striding among the crowd don’t seem to be in any hurry to apprehend the shooters… if they even notice them in the first place!
“How… how the <span class="mu-i">HELLS</span> do they not notice anything!?” Hisses Volka in growing disbelief! “I thought they were supposed ta’ be top-of-the-line!”
That’s the problem, you answer grimly, you think they <span class="mu-i">DO</span> know…
Another shot hurtles past Tzah-Tzie, sending a shower of fuzz into the air as she yelps in surprise before crashing into the ground mere inches in front of your face with a menacing ‘<span class="mu-i">KLCK!</span>’ Finding the projectile embedded in the walkway thanks to a fresh web of paper-thin cracks surrounding its epicenter, you wrench it free and bring it close for an inspection!
Magic? None. Shape? Broad in the back sloping into a fine, barbed tip in the front… and the odor? Musty. Sour. A fungal fragrance emanating from the damp tip… You give it a light lick just to be certain.
>CONTD.
