A golden spear appeared in William's hand that shone brightly in the night. From the handle, up to the tip of its blade, everything was golden. If William didn't know better, he would think that Soleil was simply a mythical weapon meant for showing off. But he knew, with utmost certainty, that the spear, that was slowly getting hot in his hands, was a weapon of mass destruction.
"Let's go, Mama."
"Meeeeh!"
Ella jumped off the town wall and a portal of light opened up behind William's back.
Thirteen Angorian War Ibex emerged from it and formed a protective circle around Ella and William.
"Blergh! Trollhounds," Psoglav, who had just emerged from the portal, spat in disdain. "Disgusting!"
"Don't whine, you still owe me from the cores of the Werehyenas." William snorted at his demonic "Business Partner".
