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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

and clattering to the floor before it dissolved away into wind. Fumi drew a second arrow, watching the beast's movements, trying to time the perfect shot. Shadows fuzzed in front of her. The woman reformed. “You can't banish shadows, girls,” she hissed. “We are everywhere! No wind can sweep us away.” Fumi fired her arrow at the figure. The woman fuzzed before her arrow landed, passing right through the woman. Then the shadows attacked. Fumi sent wind whirling about her, disrupting the shadowy essences. She was blind, she couldn't see past the fierce winds surrounding her. Fumi needed a plan. She couldn't keep hiding behind her wind. That wasn't going to save Aaliyah. Fumi couldn't even be sure the shadowy woman was attacking her. She could have turned her attention back to Fatima. How do you banish shadows? Light? Fatima had kept the woman's shadows at bay with her flaming yari. “Fatima! We need to switch opponents!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The SUV's engine roared as Shannon floored it down 9th Avenue. The convoy of cop cars that had captured Kyle were approaching the light at the Costco ahead. Shannon jerked the wheel, passing a car, the tires squealing on the rain-slicked road. “How are we stopping them?” Shannon asked, her voice tight. “They have guns.” “And I have Waterclaw,” Britney answered. She reached out to the rain hammering down, guiding the droplets that fell, gathering a ball of water above the SUV. Water could never be controlled or tamed. It could only ... be channeled and guided. She channeled the water. The heavy ball arced away from her car, an orb of undulating blue. Britney watched its trajectory. It was on target. The ball crashed onto the hood of the lead cop car. The hood crumpled beneath the water's weight, the rear popping up, then slamming back down. “Shit!” Shannon gasped. “Stop behind them and duck behind the engine block in case they engage you,” Britney said, the adrenaline flooding through her and the stripes burning black across her body. “Phillipa, follow me. I will need your spells to help defeat them.” “Okay!” she gasped, her voice tight with fear. Britney reached over and gave her hand a quick squeeze. “It will be okay, my love.” She nodded. The SUV squealed to a halt. The cops were climbing out of their cars, staring in amazement at the wreckage of the lead car. Britney ripped open the door, leaping out. The rain hammered cold upon her, matting her bristling, honey-brown hair. She didn't care. She had to save Kyle. A growl escaped her lips as she charged at the cop hanging back at the rear cruiser. He was leaning into the drive door, talking on the radio. He heard her growl and turned. The cop gasped, the radio falling from his hand as he frantically tried to rip his gun out. “Knife!” he shouted right before her katar punched through his bulletproof vest and sank into chest. She ripped the katar out, the cop slumping down, blood pouring out of the thick hole. Detective Donnar and the four other cops turned. ...