However <span class="mu-r">RED</span> feels about the situation, nothing changes the fact that you’d rather not charge into the Chapel, even with a hostage! You know better than to assume these greaseballs won’t blast through each other, and those <span class="mu-s">WANDS</span> they use are unpredictable enough as-is!
Adjusting your palm on your prisoner’s chest, you lean in once more to see if you can’t reel in the Priestess from her holy haunt… that or any goons that are hiding in the room with her! Clearing your throat and stiffening your lips for your second ‘act’, you get a little closer to the door and–
That’s when it hits you–well, <span class="mu-i">two</span> things, actually–the first is your prisoner’s behavior: did… do Mox eyes look like that? And that pupil-trembling… you coulda’ swore you saw that happen to someone el–
<span class="mu-s">CRASH!</span>
Oh right, the second thing: it’s hard to place what smacks you in the small of your back–lithe like a snake, barbed like a tarantula’s leg, and thick enough to serve you through the Chapel doors like a tennis ball–but whatever it is definitely came from…
Well, hold on a second–it’ll make sense once you stop tumbling! Launched into the room like a pea off of a spoon, your skin is immediately beset by what feels like the worst sunburn you’ve ever felt in your life–a heat so persistent it burns the rage right out of you… AND all of the flames in your fists!
The owner of the quiet voice you heard before yelps in shock, prompting you to shift your dazed, dry eyes in her direction. Even with the Chapel’s power wringing every drop of moisture from your eyes, you can just barely make out her features:
Two orange eyes–small, but widened from fresh panic–and their owner? Tall enough to be a Molegg… or something similar!
Speaking of eyes, however, she isn’t alone–gliding over to regard your form are two other sets of peepers–six in one, four in the other… and it doesn’t take long for you to deduce who they belong to!
Rolo’s assassin floozies… <span class="mu-s">BEAVIS AND MITZI!</span>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j52_r_1Rmy8“Tch… <span class="mu-r">BIITA AND VIITZI,</span> squishskin…” Snarls the missing-eyed Mzz’goe’virr in a deep, alto voice.
“She’s <span class="mu-s">BIITA…</span>” Purrs the other with a Cheshire grin slipping onto her grim face, “And <span class="mu-i">I’M</span> <span class="mu-s">VIITZI</span>...”
Charmed, you grunt through clenched teeth as the Chapel continues to sting your skin! Who’s their friend, huh?
“That,” Begins a familiar sultry voice from behind you, “Is our Priestess.”
A wave of nausea hits you like a bus as you spin to face the newcomer–only for your blurry eyes to fall upon your Mox prisoner! It’s… it’s <span class="mu-i">her</span>, isn’t it, you mutter as Rolo’s galpals circle you like hawks, S-Sixf-
>CONTD. 