Gwen picked up another grenade and closed one eye. “Eat this, Slime Bucket,” she said, releasing it. There was a satisfying whistle as it dropped the six-stories toward the hunchbacked Swiney below.
It burst apart with a splat, drenching the monster’s head in sticky tar. The Shadow Swine wiped some away and glared up at her, his eyes glowing yellow in the moonlight.
“Got him. Yes!” Gwen rubbed Bloodhound’s floppy ears.
After Alex had defied Gaudi and brought the chimney stack soldiers to life, they all started tossing tar-filled grenades at the invaders. The grumbling Gaudi wasn’t happy about this and paced nervously from one side of the rooftop terrace to the other. Meanwhile, Alex shouted orders at everyone, hoping to stop the Shadow Swine’s battering ram from pounding Casa Batlló.
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