Peaches wanted to slap Roo again and again and again but but but he … she stomped, despite her dagger stilettos, as if she could stab the cobble as much as she wanted to stab Roo for his stupid idiotic … Peaches knew he was in charge, for now, but, in her face, like that? This wasn’t … wasn’t fair. All because she made a mistake. Got carried away by lightspawn … and she was lightspawn so, why … he said how much he cared but if … Nonono. This alley was as narrow as Roo’s mind. Really. As shadowy...

The note confirmed enough of Roo’s suspicions that he dare not unchain Fleur – yet. In fact, he was relieved her chains were locked to the gatehouse, and opposite side of the drawbridge mechanism. Part of him realized it would be best to chain her wings up and toss her into the chasm. The drop should be enough to kill her properly, but no. She recovered, no doubt about it, but whether she really was bonded … clever girl. Dragon elves did have such a different biology than other elves faking the absorption but actually triggering a healing spell that...

Peaches prayed to all the Oak of Ages she wasn’t too late. That her scream didn’t come too late. The alicorn dagger heels were forged with extra magic to enhance her balance well beyond what heels she ever allow a girl, so running, not that horrible compared to actual heels, but still, nothing beat decent footwear, but there hadn’t been time to take off her thigh boots. The gate was thankfully intact. The drawbridge too. And that only further confirmed Peaches’ suspicion. She had heard of Fleur and her martial art skills were already legendary. She had killed plenty of...

Roo was surprised how docile Fleur became. He still needed to guard the drawbridge. The bangs and booms of battle by the canyon path entrance was still ongoing. Plenty of screams and death cries. The coming forces weren’t too large but scouts already confirmed it was more than big enough to take the town and secure it for a larger force. Bishop Hagert was right about Peaches having to go familiar or else. She really … went overboard on the vengeful lightspawn thing. On the other hand, Fleur sat calm and peaceful by the front of the gate. Her wrists,...

Grabbing her own wrist tight, Peaches did her best not to imagine it being Fleur’s scrawny neck, not to strangle it, she better hold her wrist gently as she was trained, or else her spell wouldn’t transfer its power well. The cobble here wasn’t at all magical. Nowhere near the craft level of the most incapable dwarf. Not a drop of magic in it to be found. She couldn’t smell a whiff of it. That zing like nothing else. The rosy pink sky rumbled with real thunder. Good. Flying in the rain, no, she knew few creatures could safely fly...