It clattered on the walkway as my hands shot down to the laces of my britches. Sex vedio “I’m glad you’re…feeling better.”
“Thanks to Thrak’s stupidity.” Faoril glared at the orc. But she didn’t care. The avians? “Thrak, we’re coming!” Angela shouted. I should be able to escape the foam. She had used an acacia bomb. I didn’t know much of alchemy, but it could accomplish many effects. Thrak strode into the tide of imps, his ax laying into them left and right. Energy burned through my body from the alchemical drink Fredagest gave me. Minx landed on my back. “I heard something.” Xera’s ears twitched, the four-leaf clover tucked behind her right ear glittered with specks of gold. “Chaun.”
“Why isn’t Faoril using her magic?” Chaun asked. “We’re all still up.”
“How many are there?” Sophia panted, glancing at the dead imps being swarmed by the living. “Robbed and assaulted the Doge of Raratha,” my wife purred, reading over my shoulder. The imp leaped at me, grasping its huge, red cock with one hand. First thing, put an arrow in Thrak’s neck then kill any who try to attack me.”
“We’re not taking them alive?”
“The Doge doesn’t care. But now wasn’t the time. Ladders climbed up the side of the mountain, connecting a series of jutting ledges.
