"He is so wrecked he can barely stand," one woman joked to another. In a flash, Desiree shot the speaker in the thigh, causing her to scream out and tumble to the ground.
"By all means, jump up and attack me," Desiree mocked her. "It took the male seven seconds to regain his feet. I am sure we all await your superior effort."
The woman did stand back up, shrugging off assistance as she did. I doubt she was faster than me though.
"That's nice," Desiree continued. "You are a pure-blood. You look to be fit and excellently built. You and Cáel both have a wounded left leg. He has had the ever-living crap beaten out of him, so feel free to attack him when you are ready."
The woman looked to me then back to Desiree.
"What? I need medical attention," the woman protested.
"Fine. Cáel, attack
