Twenty:
“Mavis, don’t be crazy!”
Talia pleaded to me, as I grinned and winked at her.
“Get your brother out of Mekka. I’ll be right behind ye.”
I informed her, and she looked deeply troubled.
“Sure, like anyone ever died right after saying that in a movie!”
She snapped, and I snorted and reminded her, “At least I have powers, two swords, and attitude fer days, lass. Don’t ye worry about me.”
The Fae princess wanted to argue further, but one more look at her brother’s half-broken figure gave her pause.
“You think I am allowing any of your ilk to escape?”
Devos snapped to me, as a series of blades flew towards us, extending, growing unnaturally long. I managed to unsheathe my swords and cross them, blocking the two blades. The force of the assault nearly shot me into the wall. De
