Michael’s and Felicity’s knees knocked together as the giant crashed into the wall only fifty feet from them.
“It’s created a breech!” said Michael.
The water nymphs rushed out from the giant’s orifices in small streams, taking their female form when they reached the ground. They sent up a wail at the sight of what their heroic actions had done.
“Zanthus needs to concentrate the troops at the opening,” said Michael, aiming a stake from his wrist device at a vampire flying low, looking for a loose elf braid to snatch.
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