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Another crack, another shattering sound, and the Silvertongue’s body was pushed further down the street. She struggled to her feet, clearly disoriented by the surprise attack. It didn’t take her long to adapt to the situation, however.
A sliver of wood slid out of her sleeve like a switchblade popping out of its sheath, and you reacted immediately. You shot your webbing at her in order to bind her movements, but her reactions were far faster than you would’ve liked.
Your thick strand of webbing began to dissolve and unravel in mid-air, floating around the two of you like hair in a pool. The Silvertongue had an angry snarl on her face as she pointed her wand directly at you. But before she could cast another spell, a stray baton ricocheted off of a nearby light pole and impacted the side of her head. Another crack, another shattering sound, and her head whipped violently to the side, breaking her concentration.
A series of crescent-shaped, bladed projectiles flew out from behind you, slamming into her barrier and cracking it even further. But it was Louise that hammered the last nail into the coffin.
She came up beside you, wielding a wicked looking crossbow and fired a bolt at her chest. The bolt punched straight through the barrier and went straight through her chest. The woman gasped and fell to her knees, clutching at the arrow with desperate, bloody hands.
She pulled it out with a squelch, causing a torrent of blood to flow out of the gaping hole it left. You could see something wriggling and squirming inside.
<span class="mu-r">“That arrowhead is coated with a paralytic toxin made from your friend’s venom.”</span> Louise said. The implication was enough to make the other woman glare at her hatefully.
The poison should momentarily prevent her from properly casting her spells. Slurred vocabulary and shaky hands aren’t a good combination for a spellcaster.
<span class="mu-b">“W-what…the f-fuck!”</span> she spat, forcing the words out through chattering teeth. It was a good idea to strengthen the dose on that arrowhead.
You didn’t hesitate in gluing her legs to the ground, and Matt was already marching over to snatch that wand off of the ground.
<span class="mu-r">“Drop the act. We know what you are.”</span> you said in a cold, merciless tone, before webbing her mouth shut.
<span class="mu-g">“And we know what <span class="mu-i">you</span> are!”</span> said a powerful, raspy voice from behind. A large, bipedal, scaly creature with a wide snake’s head was glaring at you menacingly. And on the opposite side of the street, you saw a man wearing a familiar, goofy mask of a snake’s head and large goggles.
<span class="mu-g">“Dead meat!”</span> the snake head finished, ferociously
<span class="mu-r">“Huntsman!”</span> Matt shouted.
Your head whipped back around to see a mountain of a woman stomping towards you from where the Silvertongue was kneeling. She was all muscle, and didn’t look at all shy about using it.
You were being surrounded.
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