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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 ...