Maybe squonks were like a Tyrannosaurus rex and wouldn’t see them if they didn’t?—
Sariel waved.
The squonk screamed.
Shiloh sighed, glaring at the pages in Day’s hands. “Well. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Izba?”
OOPS
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Okay, time to go!” Seymour grabbed Day and then turned to bolt back down the hall.
He’d already had enough fights with monsters for a lifetime and was not interested in a repeat performance.
“Go, go, go!” Shiloh chanted as he bolted ahead, surprisingly fast for a man his age.
Maybe it was magic.
Sariel took up the rear with his wings stretched out like a shield, and his eyes glazed with golden fire as he shouted, “Do not stop! Do not?—”
Long green vines whipped around Sariel’s wings and legs, taking him to the ground.
“Shit!” Seymour skidded to a stop and turned, trying to double back. “Sariel!”
“Sariel!” Day leapt off Seymour’s shoulder.
The vines dragged Sariel out of the hall with a quick snap. He couldn’t fly because his wings were tangled up, and he hit the ground hard, flailing to escape as he was drawn like a fish on a hook.
Day raced ahead, snarling furiously.
Seymour followed and only briefly thought it was very stupid since he had literally no weapon of any kind. He could see the horde of monsters scrambling and splitting, some racing away down other paths, the imp with the brain screaming as he too retreated, but the bulk remained.
And they were coming right at them.
Day managed to catch up before Sariel was in reach of the plant beast reeling him in, swiping at the vines with her claws. “Come on!”
Sariel flapped his wings as he rose, transforming all the way into Angel Super Saiyan Number Two so that his eyeballs peeked through his skin and his skin bulged and twitched all over. He swung at the attacking monsters, knocking several off the narrow path.
Seymour definitely heard a sickeningsplatof what may have been the offspring of a bug and giraffe as it hit the platform below. “We gotta get the fuck outta here! Now!”
“Go!” Sariel barked, his voice rumbling low.
“Not without you!”
The path was narrow enough that Sariel could effectively block the other monsters from getting around him and to the others. Day simply darted between Sariel’s legs and unhinged her jaw, promptly gobbling up a werewolf who let out a pained howl before he vanished down her throat.
Seymour scrambled back as another vine shot over Sariel’s head, aimed for him. “Shit, shit, shit?—”
Schink.
Shiloh was there with a glowing playing card in his hand, the Jack of Hearts, and it had sliced through the vine like a hot knife through butter.
“Fuckin’ fuck, uh, thanks! Fuckin’ Gambit!” Seymour sputtered.
“Don’t mention it,monchere. Hang on tight.” Shiloh popped a piece of hot pink gum in his mouth and chewed frantically.
