rotating spray, knocking an elf through the air and across a buffet table full of food. Everyone screamed and ran, frantically ducking under the tables. This was clearly the cover I needed to get out of the hall. Ironically I now found it impossible with the hordes stampeding the exits, slipping and falling on the slush–covered floor. A blast of water smacked into Kirby and I, sending us to the ground in a heap. The demons continued to search for me, looking for the slightest energy leak. Haagenti tried a different tactic. He began directing the spray of water and systematically blasting down any standing biped he saw, planning on forcing me to reveal myself.
I did what I do best. Hid. I scrambled into a crouched position and tried to blend with the crowd frantically racing for the door and trampling anyone who impeded their rushed exodus. Kirby ducked in after me, trying to keep up by holding on to a scrap of my miniscule dress. There was a blockade at the huge doorway as Haagenti directed his stream there, knocking people against the walls and pushing them across the floor. He knew. Knew I’d be trying to sneak out the door like the cockroach I was.
“Hang on,” Kirby shouted, pushing me to the side away from the door and getting in a solid grope of my breasts. Evidently his libido didn’t care that I was a demon. “Give the sorcerers a second to lock them in a circle and then we can safely get out.”
“There’s five of them,” I shouted back. “ Five . One sorcerer can’t contain five demons of that level.” Sorcerers were not thrilled about attending these kinds of events. Usually they took turns making obligatory appearances. There wouldn’t be more than one sorcerer here. The others would be far away, at their studies.
Kirby grimaced as he realized the truth behind my words. “Others will be here soon,” he assured me.
We didn’t have time. Haagenti turned the stream our way, and suddenly elves and humans were being blasted into us. They thudded against each other, shrieking and gasping as the terrible force of the water drove the air from their lungs and smashed us all together against the wall. I could let them crush us, pull away from my flesh as Gregory had instructed and live inside a dying form. Wait out Haagenti. I could do it, hide in my form and play dead. Dead along with Kirby and all the humans and elves piled on top of each other.
I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t play possum and let them all die.
Instead I shot out a blast of energy, sending it between the bodies on top of me and altering the energy as it passed through the stream of water. It raced against the current to the source. In a deafening sound, the marble fountain exploded, knocking Haagenti backward where he slammed against a banquet table. The water, no longer under pressure, surged out, like the opening of a spring, to cover the floor. Humans and elves, fell to the ground gasping and crawling to safety.
“Get out of here,” I told Kirby, shoving him toward the door. “Things are going to get really bloody in about two seconds.”
No way was I going to fight a bunch of demons in the soft squishy form of a human. Especially a human with so much flesh exposed. In a snap I converted my entire form into the one I was most comfortable in. My birth form. The humans and elves renewed their frantic efforts to get out once they found themselves nose to scale with a huge orange serpent’s leathery wings and three heads. I leapt over them and took flight, careful not to brush any of the humans with my poisonous spikes. The hall ceiling hung only thirty feet above, so my flight was more of an assisted hop before I was back on the ground and scrabbling on my stubby legs toward the crash of tables: and Haagenti.
A table flew through the air and Haagenti was on his feet in a charge, Assabli right behind him. I’d have a hard enough time taking on Haagenti solo. In a preemptive strike, I shot a bolt of lightning at Assabli,
I did what I do best. Hid. I scrambled into a crouched position and tried to blend with the crowd frantically racing for the door and trampling anyone who impeded their rushed exodus. Kirby ducked in after me, trying to keep up by holding on to a scrap of my miniscule dress. There was a blockade at the huge doorway as Haagenti directed his stream there, knocking people against the walls and pushing them across the floor. He knew. Knew I’d be trying to sneak out the door like the cockroach I was.
“Hang on,” Kirby shouted, pushing me to the side away from the door and getting in a solid grope of my breasts. Evidently his libido didn’t care that I was a demon. “Give the sorcerers a second to lock them in a circle and then we can safely get out.”
“There’s five of them,” I shouted back. “ Five . One sorcerer can’t contain five demons of that level.” Sorcerers were not thrilled about attending these kinds of events. Usually they took turns making obligatory appearances. There wouldn’t be more than one sorcerer here. The others would be far away, at their studies.
Kirby grimaced as he realized the truth behind my words. “Others will be here soon,” he assured me.
We didn’t have time. Haagenti turned the stream our way, and suddenly elves and humans were being blasted into us. They thudded against each other, shrieking and gasping as the terrible force of the water drove the air from their lungs and smashed us all together against the wall. I could let them crush us, pull away from my flesh as Gregory had instructed and live inside a dying form. Wait out Haagenti. I could do it, hide in my form and play dead. Dead along with Kirby and all the humans and elves piled on top of each other.
I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t play possum and let them all die.
Instead I shot out a blast of energy, sending it between the bodies on top of me and altering the energy as it passed through the stream of water. It raced against the current to the source. In a deafening sound, the marble fountain exploded, knocking Haagenti backward where he slammed against a banquet table. The water, no longer under pressure, surged out, like the opening of a spring, to cover the floor. Humans and elves, fell to the ground gasping and crawling to safety.
“Get out of here,” I told Kirby, shoving him toward the door. “Things are going to get really bloody in about two seconds.”
No way was I going to fight a bunch of demons in the soft squishy form of a human. Especially a human with so much flesh exposed. In a snap I converted my entire form into the one I was most comfortable in. My birth form. The humans and elves renewed their frantic efforts to get out once they found themselves nose to scale with a huge orange serpent’s leathery wings and three heads. I leapt over them and took flight, careful not to brush any of the humans with my poisonous spikes. The hall ceiling hung only thirty feet above, so my flight was more of an assisted hop before I was back on the ground and scrabbling on my stubby legs toward the crash of tables: and Haagenti.
A table flew through the air and Haagenti was on his feet in a charge, Assabli right behind him. I’d have a hard enough time taking on Haagenti solo. In a preemptive strike, I shot a bolt of lightning at Assabli,
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