"Mothafucka!" Rafel boomed. He shouted out in an accent he didn't even know he had. He lost his freaking mind seeing Daichi pin down and gore-bang Tanaka. If horror porn went nuts, this was it.
There were many macabre ways to die: drowned in a pool of piranhas, fed to gators, or buried alive in a red giant ants anthill—but not many worse than death by rape. In Hel Rafel thought he had seen it all. But obviously not. He sized up the seconds the Major had to keep breathing.
Approximately none!
"Get off her, you bastard. Oi!"
He heard professor Ivy's yell as if distant when she was actually beside him. The Doctor of Poisons sent out a prong of her plants; she fashioned the vines writhing around her into a large trident and hurled it out by an upward jerk of her hands, controlling it with her mind.
Smash! Squish!
