“Listen,” Caulette said. “Whatever they’ve done to you, you’re still a vegetable.”
The fennel beast stopped, listening to her.
“You do not take orders from Gourmans,” Caulette said sternly. “You are a vegetable. If you can hear me, if any part of you understands what I’m saying, turn around and attack the Gourmans instead. We’re not your enemies.”
The fennel beast looked at Caulette curiously, then grabbed her and threw her against the wall.
“So much for talking it out,” she said, clutching her head as she stood.
The fennel beast clambered for her, nearly falling over itself with every step.
Brocc ran alongside it and stuck out his foot, tripping it. Caulette stepped aside as it crashed into the wall. Brocc unloaded several rounds into it, blowing off bits of bulb and fennel, but the
