Chapter 125 - **Losing Ground

Muirgen's head snaps towards me suddenly, the writhing tentacle limbs about her head like the snakes of Medusa. "That'll be enough of that from you." Her tip-tilted glowing orange eyes—almost Fae-looking in their shape and width—bore into me. "I've seen what those jaws of yours can do."

She tips her head, this time to the opposite side, studying me with her unblinking eyes. "You're an odd specimen." With a careless flick of her scepter, she hurls a sickly orange ball of fire towards me.

Feeling the magical charge build, I dodge with an artful leap, taking a glancing blow off my armored hide. It doesn't scorch my scutes—in fact, by comparison with Sandy's or Darby's Fae magic, it seems fairly weak— but there is a searing pain, like the rake of hot nails, as it deflects away from me off of my armored scales.