And preferably not drop the bulging bag of trash you’re carrying.
“Come on,” you mutter under your breath as the cuff at your wrist grows hotter. “Just a little more.”
But the skaddler is faster, and you’ve got alleyway-chase-déjà vu all over again as it corrals you into a dead end.
Ahhhh,crapola.
The skaddler rears back, claws brandished as it swipes at you.
And…it’s a hit.
You groan in disgust as it slices through the trash bag, scattering rubbish across the alleyway, and sending you lurching back onto your butt.
Ooof.
You groan, hauling yourself back to your feet.
Ziros still hasn’t come to your rescue.
“What’s taking him so long?” You mutter, groaning as you haul yourself to your feet with one hand on the brick wall at your back.
Panic pounds through your chest as the skaddler rears up again, ready to slice you in half.
You should probably move, but your very helpful survival instincts seem to have suddenly turned to one mode:freeze.
All you can do is close your eyes and hope for the best, praying Ziros appears to save you in time.
Unless—
With your last bit of bravery, you hurl the remains of the trash back at the monster, vowing to clean every last piece of litter up if you somehow survive this incident.
And…it’s a hit!!!
Well.
…unfortunately, all that does is slow the monster down.
Trash scatters all over the alley like rain, and you cringe as you run, trying to get away while the monster is still slightly distracted.
But, naturally, you only run straight into another dead-end.
28
The Hot Guy Has a Twin!?
Ziros
What in the world is taking her so long? ‘Just for a second,’ she said when she left, but she’s already been gone for several minutes.
And the pull of her magic is wavering, growing more distant, the thread linking us together drawing thin and taut. Just how far awayisthat damn dumpster?
I don’t like this.
I don’t like this one bit.
I’ve had nothing but a bad feeling since we got to this cafe, and now it’s worse than ever.
Screw watching the counter. There’s nobody here anyway.
