Although they were not about to lose their fighting abilities immediately, the perceptible weakening of their senses and strength signaled impending trouble.
"Boom!"
Jed, who had only sipped a cocktail, reacted the quickest and was in the best shape.
As one of the most formidable among the Clan Leader's personal guards, he transformed into a shadowy cloud of bats and broke through the window into the night sky as soon as he sensed danger. But he was promptly hit by a crimson spear, spiraling several times mid-air before finally steadying himself as he expanded his wings.
He looked upwards, his bloody cheeks lifting. Above he saw the spread of Blood wings and Miss Phemys, her long black hair dancing in the wind, clutching a Psychic Wand.
From her high perch, she looked down at him, a coldness etched on her baby-fat cheeks that was almost a mirror image of the indifference displayed by Salockdale.
"Murphy!"
"Bastard!"
"That damn …"
"Traitor!"
