1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger


    Date: 11/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 86.8, Source: sexstories.com

    rolled, coming up in a stance; her arm throbbed. Her sweater was cut, blood oozing into the dark fabric. “I'm going to kick your ass for that!” Fatima yelled, her anger burning hot inside her. The insectrosity lunged. The shadows stabbed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi raced towards the main building, Windfeather in hand. She had never been to the school. She only had her instincts to guide her. The rain was cold, filling her vision with green streaks, making everything indistinct. She sent a gust of wind at the building, driving back the rain for a moment. The wind crashed into the building, rippling along its surface. Painting a pair of doors green in her mind. She raced towards it, everything growing fuzzy as the rain fell again. There were advantages to her new sight—it didn't matter that her long, black hair was plastered across her face and eyes by the driving rain—but there were disadvantages. I'll never see the pink-white beauty of a cherry tree in bloom. She pushed those thoughts down, ripping open the door and striding into the school. She stood in a hallway. Tiny currents eddied down a hallway, painting lockers in green across her vision andflowing around Fatima. Her wife was wielding a spear as she dodged the attacks of some horrible, vaguely humanoid monster, Aaliyah clutched in its grip. And between Fumi and the fight stood a woman, her arms moving, like she was directing something. Something hazy, almost insubstantial, knifed out at Fatima. Her sister-wife ...
    danced, spinning her yari, the air distorting around her yari's tip from its fire, deflecting the insubstantial attacks. They were almost shadows of real objects. Fumi fired at the woman directing the shadows. Her arrow planted in the woman's back. The woman fuzzed, growing as insubstantial as the shadowy attacks that threatened Fatima. Her arrow was solid, embedded in the midst of the shadows. The shadow woman grabbed her arrow, pulling it through her body, then throwing it to the ground, her body fuzzing back into solids. “I see Zaritha failed to kill you,” hissed the woman, turning to face Fumi. She was already firing a second arrow. The woman fuzzed and ripped the arrow from her body, a cackling laugh echoing down the hallway. The woman's hands moved. The shadows lanced out at Fumi. Fumi summoned a wind to pull her back, landing with grace on her feet, firing another arrow. “These are useless against me,” cackled the shadowy woman, her body fuzzing. She reached into her chest to pull out the arrow. Fumi unleashed gust of wind through the air. Winds howled down the hallway, rattling lockers, knocking over a trash can tossing garbage. The woman's fuzzy figure blew apart. “Guess they're not so useless,” Fumi gasped, relief washing over her. “That's great!” Fatima showed, her flaming spear lancing at the big brute, attacking at its joints while Aaliyah struggled in its grip. Fumi fired an arrow at the monster's elbow holding Aaliyah. His arm moved, her arrow striking carapace ...
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