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Lyra could only stare as the green flaming marble darkened and Wranvyre prepared to throw it.
This was the end, she was sure of it. She had come to this dungeon town hoping to start a new life only to be caught up in another plot.
She closed her eyes, there was nothing left to do, the Lamia who held her was far above her level and his grip was as iron.
Mother I am sorry, I couldn't amount to much.
A hilt suddenly and unexpectedly materialised in her hand out of thin air. The black knife!
She didn't hesitate. Her arm whipped around and she stabbed the Lamia who held her. The knife sunk deep. She pulled it free as the Lamia screamed and plunged it in again, and again, leaving a dotted row of wounds up his tail and abdomen. The Lamia dropped her as agony made him lose control of his faculties.
Lyra used her Skill faster than ever before in her life. She vanished. The green fireball shot from Wranvyre's hands like a straightened bolt of lightning, stabbing through the air where Lyra had been visible a second before. It hit nothing however and snapped into the dirt leaving a small smoking hole.
"Healer! Get me a healer!" cried Wranvyre.
"Fuck the healer, kill the mutt," groaned the brother, as he sunk down to the ground, his hands trying to cover the bloody puncture wounds.
A healer pushed through the forming crowd and rushed up to the fallen Lamia. The commotion was large enough that it had drawn levelers from other parts of the camp as well as the nearby Lamia.
"You all saw it! That mutt not only murdered my wife but also tried to murder my brother in law!"
The crowd was angered.
"I want her dead, no, I need her dead! The first to bring me the Rescuer's severed head on a gilded platter I shall reward twenty, no, Fifty Thousand Gold!"
The crowd roared.
Lyra looked back at the crowd in dismay as it disintegrated and began sprinting through the tents with weapons drawn, randomly jabbing at the air. Her arm clutched in pain, the black blade clenched in her fist, she hurried away, praying fervently that her invisibility would hold true.
- COMMENTS
DarkhRelikalmost 2 years agoNooo! My Lamia MILF!! Damn why did I feel like that was going to happen as soon as Lyra refused to reveal themselves to Lady Glyrieth's brother the first time. SMH. That fucker probably didn't wanna pay the reward in the first place too I bet. And the comment she made comparing him to monsters, much less 'learn a thing or two', wounded his pride too. Wranvyre is a f**ken weak, limp noodle Lamia dick sack.
