“Doggy, answer me.”
Daimian finally succumbed to the humiliation and loss and did what she wanted.
He barked.
Like a dog.
Liz smiled and said, “Good doggy.”
Then she ran her thumb across his neck.
She dropped his head, with his throat cleanly sliced through. Matt saw the white of his spine as Liz walked away.
The healer was quickly on Daimian and tending to his wounds, hands glowing with a skill.
Liz walked to the shocked referee and put out the arm with the shackle. With a bright smile, she said, “Can you take this off? Oh, and where's my new spear?”
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Matt stood there with Aster in his arms. He looked at Liz like she was a completely different person.
He shook himself free and walked over to the smiling redhead. She had gotten the manacle off and examined her new spear with
