"Saito Takeda," Chross said, taking one hand off his cane to adjust his tiny glasses. "He's the newcomer who put a price on your head."
With the bridge into Piltover still closed, they had neither the materials nor the time to fix The Last Drop, so Ethan was sitting on a comfortable leather chair in Chross' own hideout, the Chem-Baron reporting to him behind a large wooden table carved with vines.
Maelle had been with him, but she left to talk to their minions, her awakened aura making sure they couldn't hurt her.
"So it didn't come from Piltover…" Ethan tapped a finger on the table, a small sheath of blood forming around the tip in the shape of a vicious claw. "And exactly how important is he?"
"He's an exiled Ionian who took over a small gang before Silco died," Chross explained, lying back in his own large chair. "While particularly violent, the man knew not to stick out too much, but I believe he has been gathering resources ever since we started our little gang war… it's likely he was attempting to reignite the conflict."
In other words, another power hungry gang leader that wanted to use the conflict to become a Chem-Baron.
The difference between a gang leader and one of the Chem-Barons was huge, one led a couple dozen men, the other controlled large swaths of the undercity, from the crime that went there, to normal business and even food distribution.
"Got anything else from the goons?"
"Yes, the reward was specifically for you, not one of the women."
Dragging his taloned finger through the table, Ethan carved a groove on the wood, causing Chross to wince at the destruction. "The blood tracking, one of the minions leaked it."
"You were not exactly subtle about it," Chross nodded, finally managing to force his eyes away from the damage.
The old Chem-Baron didn't have to say it, but it was obvious the second Ethan died, both he and Margott would run away, relying on their greater knowledge of the undercity to remain hidden. Given the fact they still hadn't found Singed, it could even work.
It wouldn't be the end of the world for the girls, there were still plenty of people willing to follow them, but it would ruin Zaun's reorganization for months, and that's if the group didn't fracture.
Their goals aligned, and Ethan thought they got along very well, but he and the girls weren't exactly inseparable friends, or even staunch allies yet, that would take more than a couple of days being together.
"Can he do it? Gather enough power to rival you and Margott I mean?"
Chross looked down, considering his words carefully. "If we continued fighting, yes. His head chemist, a woman that used to work on a small familial alchemist shop, is the main producer of alternative drugs in the lanes."
Reabsorbing the blood on his finger, Ethan put a hand over his mouth in thought. "So, while everyone is busy trading in shimmer, Takeda is the only one supplying those who don't want to touch the new drug."
"Not the only one, just the only one big enough to matter, all others are homemade amateurs more likely to blow themselves than produce something of quality."
"Don't declare all out war yet, but start choking him out, maybe switch some of our alchemists back to normal drugs, make them cheaper and better quality. Also, put a bounty on his head, the same amount he's offering for me, let's see if his men are loyal."
"Very well, anything else?" Chross asked, using his cane to get up from the chair.
"No, you can go."
Watching the old man walk away, Ethan leaned back on his chair… He wasn't absolutely sure, but he vaguely remembered Saito Takeda from league's lore, wasn't there a short story where he hired Evelyn, one of the demonic champions in the game?
In truth, he wasn't even mad at the assassination attempt anymore, it's not like it had any chance of success anyway, and knowing it wasn't aimed at one of the girls somehow made it more tolerable.
If the man survived his own bounty and wasn't a complete psychopath, perhaps Ethan would even recruit him, after he found a suitable punishment, two Chem-Barons were really too little to control the entire undercity.
He tried to think of who else could help them run things in Zaun, but all he could remember were criminals or champions like Mundo, Twitch, and Blitzcrank, which wouldn't be very useful.
Closing his eyes, Ethan ran a hand through his hair and sighed… and to think he used to be a normal guy. Even a week ago he'd never believe himself capable of putting a bounty on someone's head and yet…
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Maelle asked as she entered the room and locked the door behind herself.
"Becoming a crime boos is disturbingly easy," he said, opening an eye to stare at the redhead.
"Sure, when you have Chross to unload all your work on…"
"I didn't say I was becoming a good crime boss," Ethan gave her a smirk, then glanced at a clock to see he had lost almost 20 minutes in thought. "And you, found anything important?"
"I found that things are far more complicated than I first thought," Reaching his side, Maelle grabbed the bottle of brandy and poured herself a glass, then leaned back against the table.
"What do you mean?"
Crossing her arms, the redhead took a sip. "From what you said, I thought most people loved Jinx, but that's hardly the case."
"It was an animated story," Ethan shrugged. "It's not like they had time to show every aspect of the undercity."
"Well, as far as I've been able to find out, those who like Jinx are a minority, mostly rebellious teenagers and those who lost someone to the Enforcers, they're just very vocal and showy about it, that's why it seems everyone is on her side. Then there's almost as many who like the Fireflies and Ekko, they hate Jinx with a passion."
"And the rest?"
Sitting on the table, Maelle took another swig of her drink and continued. "Split between criminals who think it was great that someone killed the bastards up top, but don't really care about anything but themselves, and civilians who're just keeping their heads down hoping the conflict will be over soon."
"That… probably makes things simpler, to be honest." Ethan said, pushing his chair a little back and frowning at how fast the girl was drinking. "It will be easier to deal with Piltover if most of our people aren't claiming for blood and just want things to go back to normal."
"You think they'll accept handing Piltover a win so the bridge can re-open?" Maelle asked, draining the rest of her cup.
"It doesn't need to be an actual win as long as it seems like one," Ethan said, pushing the bottle of alcohol away from her hand.
"What are you, my guardian?" she complained, grabbing his offending hand. "Give it."
"Nope," he said, pushing the bottle further way, then taking it away with a laugh when she didn't give up.
Somehow, Maelle ended up in his lap, the bottle almost forgotten as they stared at each other, her delicate hands pushing against his chest. Ethan swallowed. "Why were you even drinking like that?"
Heart beating hard, Maelle blushed, but didn't leave his lap. "Papa was always very protective in the outside world, then there was the fire… suffice to say, I didn't have a lot of experience, I thought I need a little courage now that we're actually alone."
Releasing the bottle in the ground, Ethan held her waist and lifted an eyebrow. "Not even in the canvas?"
Maelle snorted. "The only ones I really got along with were Gustav and my brother, and I wasn't about to have a crush on them. After… there was too large a power gap."
"So, when we first met…" Ethan swallowed hard, his eyes taking in her perfect figure, large breasts only a few centimeters from his face, her nipples almost poking through the fabric, but he didn't want to be an asshole. "Sorry, you know I'm... with Jinx…"
"I know you two are courting," Maelle nodded, blushing. "Hard not to notice with all the... But I talked with her after our meeting with Victor... She was serious when she said she's just waiting for us."
With that, the last remains of his self control evaporated and Ethan leaned forward, arms sliding around her waist to pull the redhead against him as he kissed her, her body melting into his own.
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For a second, Maelle's lips shook with a mixture of fear, excitement and eagerness, then her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening with a delicious moan as he deepened the kiss and she lost herself, enjoying as he took one hand off her waist to trace a path under her shirt, goosebumps rising all over her soft skin.
For a full minute, Ethan just kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, Maelle getting more and more excited every second, then his hand cupped one of her large breasts under her bra, a finger brushing her hard nipple and drawing a gasp out of her.
Maelle's hesitation seemed to disappear, replaced with a near frantic hunger as she broke the kiss and hurried to pull her shirt over her head, revealed the black silk of her underwear.
Ethan used the opportunity to press on, one hand combing through her soft hair, then pulling her head back as he kissed her neck hard enough to leave a mark, her aura refusing to stop him.
Maelle arched her back, a small whimper leaving her mouth as she adjusted herself, her waist instinctively moving back and forth as she rubbed herself on his leg.
Releasing her hair, Ethan kissed her mouth again, putting one hand under her perfectly round ass and rising from the chair. Maelle quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, but he just laid her on top of the table.
"I… Ethan..." she said, a perfect mixture of embarrassment and lust in her voice. "You've no idea what you do to me."
"Don't worry, I'm not stopping," he said, taking a second to enjoy the sight.
Then he started undoing her belt… With an almost desperate eagerness, she helped, lifting, then extending her legs so he could pull both her pants and panties off before throwing them aside.
With a feverish look on her face, Maelle watched as he kissed his way up her leg, starting at her ankle and slowly trailing small kissed against her heated skin while guiding her leg over his shoulder.
Finally, he was left kneeling in front of her sex, her small outer lips unable to hide how wet she was, her clit already already exposed.
Unable to help herself, one of Maelle's hands weaved through his hair, her arm shaking with both excitement and nervousness, then he licked her, his tongue traveling up her lips until it touched her exposed clit and she gasped, hand involuntarily balling into a fist on his hair.
"Oh… haaa… oh my god," She said when she finally regained her voice. "Do that again."
He obeyed, then started exploring her pussy, his tongue trying to find the best way to pleasure her by the way she reacted, Maelle unable to stop cute little twitches every time he touched something she liked.
Eventually, he started using a finger, at first gently caressing her opening, but slowly gaining speed as her excitement lubricated his finger. Finally, he felt her muscles starting to tense, Maelle releasing a small whimper.
Trailing his tongue up her pussy, he finally kissed her clit, then started to suck on it, his finger parting her lips and penetrating her just as she came.
Maelle didn't scream, instead releasing a long whimper as her legs locked around his head, her hand pushing his head further into her sex as if afraid he was going to stop, one of her legs extending behind his shoulder, while the other dug into his back, toes curling with pleasure.
Ethan continued to suck on her clit the entire time, tongue drawing circles around it and extending her orgasm as long as he could, his finger curling inside her and trying to see if he could give her a second climax.
After half a minute, her muscles finally relaxed, Maelle almost collapsing on the table before her hands left his head and she managed to steady herself, one of her legs slowly caressing his back.
"That was… I didn't know it could be so…"
With a satisfied smile, Ethan rose from his kneeling position, taking a second to appreciate her body. At some point, Maelle must have taken off her bra, freeing her large breasts, a bead of sweat hanging tantalizingly from one diamond hard nipple.
Some of her hair had escaped her ponytail, giving her a disheveled look and she was breathing hard, large breasts rising and falling in a very tempting manner, sweat covering her skin.
"You're so beautiful."
"Keep going… please," she gasped, finally managing to push herself into a sitting position.
Letting his pants fall around his ankles, Ethan released his cock and stepped closer, his shaft already hard, the head nearly touching her belly.
For a second, Maelle's eyes widened, but then she moved, one hand hesitantly wrapping around his shaft while the other touched the head with one finger, almost as if exploring it.
Staring up at his eyes, the redhead squeezed once, then swallowed licked her lips. "Should I…"
"Not today, I need to be inside you."
Taking a position between her legs, Ethan watched as she laid back, then grabbed his shaft and used the head to tease her entrance, drawing a few more moans out of the redhead, but her eyes never left his cock, eager to see the moment he penetrated her.
Finally, Maelle almost growled, unable to wait anymore, so he stared at her face, held her thigh and pushed forward in one long, slow move, his shaft disappearing inside her pussy one centimeter at a time.
Holding her breath, Maelle watched him take her with her mouth slightly open, her eyes never leaving his cock even as her muscles contracted, her tight pussy squeezing his shaft with a vice grip.
Finally, Ethan felt the head of his cock gently touch her womb, his shaft only three quarters of the way inside her, Maelle's smaller body unable to take all of him.
The redhead gasped, a sound of both pain and pleasure as one of her hands squeezing the table and tearing a piece of the wood off. "Wa-wait, give me a second," she cried out, her pussy squeezing his shaft with every breath she took.
He froze, enjoying the sensation and the look on her face as he let her get used to his size. Finally, she nodded and he pulled back, drawing a long moan of pleasure out of her.
Ethan felt Maelle's legs wrapping around his body, her ankles crossing behind his back, grabbing her perfectly round ass, he slightly lifted her waist off the table and moving again.
Slowly at first, Ethan made sure not to push himself fully inside, stopping himself just short of hitting her cervix, then he started picking up speed, Maelle's moans getting louder and louder with every thrust.
"Yes… yes!" she cried out, her head leaning back. "You're driving me crazy."
Unable to control himself anymore, Ethan stopped holding back, his cock pounding into her pussy hard enough to make Maelle's amble breasts sway with every trust.
Using her arms for support, Maelle instinctively started trusting back, using her legs to pull him closer, her ponytail fully coming undone, red hair spreading like a curtain around her body.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he said, felling her muscles contracting when he hit a particular spot, Ethan adjusted himself, angling his cock just right to start driving her wild.
Using his hold on her waits, Ethan pulled Maelle up into a sitting position, his cock fully penetrating her for the first time, then he lowered his head and kissed one of her nipples.
Maelle wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis against his cock, getting in sync with his trusts in a way that felt like they were working as one.
Circling her nipple with his tongue one last time, Ethan released her breasts and kissed Maelle again, their tongues interlocking for almost a minute before she broke the kiss, her movements becoming frantic.
Holding on to his neck, she leaned her upper body back. "Look at me," she said, eyes filled with with pleasure. "I want you… hmmm... to look at me… haa… to watch me."
Staring into her eyes, Ethan started pounding her and spoke. "I'm looking, cum for me."
She did, her rocking movement stopping as her entire body shook with pleasure, her pussy squeezing him like a vice. She tried to keep herself in place, but her orgasm was too much and she had to lean forward, resting her forehead against his chest as he held her, continuing to move the entire time.
Finally, Ethan let himself come, spilling his seed deep inside the redhead and causing her to moan once more, almost triggering a second orgasm as he filled her pussy for several seconds.
They staying in place for nearly a full minute, breathing hard and enjoying the afterglow but, eventually, Ethan felt his cock softening enough to slip out of her, a white trail of cum leaking from inside to form a small pool on the table.
"That was…" Maelle gasped, finally taking her head off his chest and looking at him with a satisfied smile.
Ethan just nodded, holding her chin, he kissed her again. "You're incredible."
"I… I hope you don't think… this will be a one time deal."
"I was hopping it wouldn't," stepping back, he sat on the leather chair and continued to watch Maelle's perfect body, the woman seeming to take incredible pleasure in the way he watched her move.
Slowly, with as much sensuality as she could manage, Maelle lifted one foot on the table, then touched a finger to her leaking pussy, scooping some of his seed and licking it off her finger with a moan.
Almost against his will, his cock started getting hard again, watching the glint in her eye, Ethan smiled. Yet, it definitely wasn't going to be a one time thing.
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Entering home, —and wasn't that a strange thought? Not even two months and he was starting to consider the hideout home— Ethan saw Jinx and Pyrrha sitting at the workshop, the blue haired menace working on some new device.
Looking up, Jinx narrowed her eyes behind her googles, then smirked at Maelle. "Huh, I didn't think you had it in you, Good job!"
Pyrrha looked at them for a second, then seemed to realize what Jinx was talking about and blushed, but she didn't look away, instead staring at Maelle with a thoughtful look in her face.
"Then again," Jinx said, rotating in her chair. "You're old, I always knew old people were shameless."
"What?" Maelle nearly growled with indignation. "I'm the same age as you!"
"Nope, you were what? Eighteen? Twenty when you entered the canvas? Then you had another twenty-four or five years inside, so you're twice our age… Hey, good job robbing the cradle!"
Maelle just stared at Jinx, mouth opening and closing as she couldn't think of an answer.
"Don't worry, you're still very hot for an auntie," Jinx nodded, then, before the redhead could answer, showed her new device to Pyrrha. "Alright, what do you think?"
Ethan almost laughed, but seeing the murderous look Maelle sent his way, he managed to catch himself. "Don't worry, she's right, you're very hot for an auntie," alright, maybe not.
Punching him in the shoulder, Maelle glared at him, then turned her back and started walking towards her room. "Humph."
Pyrrha shook her head, then looked at Jinx's device and snorted, "Give it here," taking the small device, she activated the mechashift function several times and nodded. "… Ruby would have loved to meet you. Still, look here, if you move this over there, you can increase the internal storage without hurting structural integrity, but otherwise it looks great."
"Hmmm," adjusting the lenses on her googles, Jinx grabbed the prosthetic, staring at the spot the redhead had pointed out with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. Then she pushed against the ground, her chair sliding all the way back to her desk. "Thanks, Red."
Putting on one of Taylor's newly created silk shirts, Ethan finished drying his hair and grabbed a mug of coffee. "I didn't know you could make mechashift equipment."
Pyrrha took a second to answer, her eyes going over his body before she shook her head. "I'm much better at maintenance, but I can make some of the simpler designs, it's part of the curriculum for any huntress."
It had been three days since they met with Victor and the undercity was starting to stabilize, there seemed to be an uneasy truce with the enforcers where both sides were avoiding each other and most of the makeshift gangs had quieted down, either absorbed by the two existing Chem-Barons or some newly rising ones.
It couldn't last, not with Piltover cutting Zaun's supply of food and preventing travel through the bridge, but for the moment, it was stable.
"Really? I guess the animation just didn't have time for everything you guys learned."
"I don't think survival class would be very interesting to watch," Pyrrha nodded with a smile. "There was a distinct lack of fighting in that one."
After spending days with Pyrrha, Ethan was starting to realize he knew very little about the world of RWBY, the animation portrayed it as a happy place, at least in the seasons he watched, but reality in a post apocalyptic land was far harsher.
"There!" Jinx threw her googles away and swirled in her chair, a huge smile in her face. Extending her hand, she shifted her newly created finger into a chemtech gun and back. "Can't wait to give someone the finger, I bet they're really gonna feel it."
"Can you not point that at me?" Ethan said, moving his head out of her line of fire.
Jinx just rolled her eyes. "What, it's not like it could kill you, don't be a baby."
"I swear if you hit me I'll make you regret it," Ethan said, then he saw the glint in her eyes and frowned. "Jinx…"
It's not that the weapon would cause much damage, but the chemtech projectile still hurt damn it, not a lot with that size, more like a stubbed toe, but it would hurt.
"Hmmm," Jinx bit her lower lip, her mechashifted finger tracking his movement. "And what are you gonna do, spank me? That could be fun."
Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare…"
Jinx eyes didn't leave his own, but her grim only grew, the little brat eager to be taken over his knees.
Having gotten up without either of them noticing, Pyrrha rolled one of the many papers in her desk and bopped the brat's head. "No, bad Jinx, you're gonna mess up his hair."
"Aw!" the girl cried out, dodging a few more hits while pushing her chair away from the redhead, then she shifted her finger back and nodded. "Stop it... You're right, I do like the hair."
"Really," Ethan gave Pyrrha a betrayed look. "Because of the hair?"
The redhead shrugged with a teasing smile. "It is a valid reason."
… Alright, fair enough, he would have been more pissed about the hair.
With his enhanced body, getting shot by such small caliber would have barely done anything, and he could heal any cosmetic damage in a minute or so with his blood magic, but growing hair was still beyond him and he couldn't pull off the bald look.
On the ceiling, a myriad of spiders started leaving their huge cocoon-like web, each one the size of an eye, they quickly descended on the upper floor and started working on producing more silk or breeding.
Ethan couldn't help staring at their engorged bodies, they looked like black widows, only with green, chemtech stains on the tip of their legs and a distinctive, green diamond on their forehead and abdomen.
For once, he regretted having improved vision, he could see far more details than he wanted on their bodies.
Taylor entered the hideout and released a long breath, a weight seeming to leave her shoulders as she let herself relax, leaning her back against the door and closing her eyes. "Margott is dead."
Ethan and Pyrrha traded looks, but she was the one to step forward and talk. "What happened?"
"Something came up and Sevika had to leave me to deal with it, with aura, I thought I was safe, but Margott decided to strike while I was alone."
"Well, we knew it was coming," Ethan sighed, Margott was never going to last under then. Walking into the kitchen area, he poured her a cup of clean water. "Want to talk about it?"
"No," taking a sip of the water, Taylor breathed through her nose and gave a bitter smile. "It's not the first time I've killed, not even the worst, I just wish I didn't have to do it anymore."
"Well, we could have thrown her into the Dredge," Jinx offered, already starting to gather metal for a new weapon.
Turns out that, despite not being shown in Arcane, the Dredge, Zaun's prison mine, existed here, a hellhole deep beneath the undercity where chemtech compounds were mined.
Taylor shook her head. "I refuse to put someone in there before knowing what will happen. Besides, we'd have to fight all her goons if we tried to take her alive, down here, even broken bones could result in death."
With neither Silco nor Vander to coordinate the undercity, many aspects of it had deteriorated, particularly the least profitable ones… unfortunately, those were often the most necessary.
Regaining control of the Dredge was in their list of things to do, but it was nowhere near the top, feeding the common citizen took priority.
"Want me to help organize things?" Ethan offered. "I know Margott was still hiding some of her dealings from us."
"No, I settled everything I could, then put Babette in charge of the girls."
"Wait, she's still around?" Jinx asked, finally turning away from her newest project, some of her old guilt hitting her.
"The Yordle?" Ethan said. "Think she can handle it?"
"She's more competent than Margott, just not vicious or ambitious enough to be a baron," finishing her glass, Taylor started climbing the stairs. "I'll be managing the spiders."
Ethan watched her back for a few seconds debating if he should follow, but Pyrrha acted first.
"I'll go talk with her."
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Climbing the stairs, Pyrrha ignored the unnerving amount of spiders around her and thought about her situation. At first, she had stayed with the group because she was confused, never having expected to survive that fight.
But now she was quickly growing attached, even Jinx, despite being… well, Jinx. The blue haired girl tried to hide it, but she actually wanted to fix things, to be better, she was just afraid of messing up.
"I said I didn't need to talk," Taylor said without turning.
"You know, I was sixteen the first time I killed someone," Pyrrha said, taking a seat on the bed.
"We were about the same age, then," Taylor said, but she finally turned around to look at her. "I thought your competitive fighting wasn't…"
"It wasn't, and I only started fighting Grimm when I got into Beacon, but I did help with bandits a few times."
Taylor looked at her for a few moments, then leaned on the railing and look down into the hideout. "Was it an accident?'
"No," Pyrrha shook her head. "I think Ethan's story gave you a mistaken understanding of my world… the show he watched was for teenagers, so it didn't deal with some of the more… extreme realities of Remnant.
"In the big cities, we had a lot of leeway, but Grimm are attracted by negative emotions. In smaller, less protected settlements, tolerating a criminal, or even keeping someone in prison not only could, but had meant the death of the entire population in several cases, so… What I mean is, I understand the need to kill someone, you made the right choice."
Taylor just stared at her and Pyrrha didn't look away, she wasn't exactly proud of having executed a few bandits, but she wasn't ashamed of it either.
While he was explaining his knowledge to the others, Ethan had called Remnant a post apocalyptic place, and he was absolutely right, even if he didn't seem to fully understand what that meant.
Despite every effort, every advancement, Grimm still killed more people than any disease every year, and it was extremely rare for a hunter to retire, the vast majority dying in action.
Looking away from her, Taylor sighed, sitting down beside her. "I wanted that part of my life to be over. I know I did what was necessary, but I didn't want to have to do it all over again."
Letting herself fall on the bed, Pyrrha spoke. "I think the undercity is closer to my world than yours, we'll probably have to make more difficult decisions, but there's something you're overlooking, it can get better."
"What do you mean?"
"In your world, Scion and the Endbringers meant things were always going to get worse, in Remnant, nobody really believed we could beat the Grimm… Every hunter was determined to try, but that was more out of stubborn resistance than confidence."
"But there are no Endbringers here," Taylor said, almost as if the realization had just hit her.
"Yes, some things are still necessary, for now, but we can make this city better, there's no impossible enemy stopping us."
That was one of the reasons Pyrrha wasn't as desperate to return to her world, she could make a difference here, a real change, something that would last, and the only thing stopping her were people, they didn't even have aura.
She still wasn't about to underestimate them but, compared to the unending tide of Grimm, bandits and the struggle to stay happy, people were not that dangerous, and Pyrrha had far more experience dealing with them than monsters.
"Thanks," Taylor said, something inside her seeming to relax. "I think I needed to hear that."
For a minute, they just stood there beside each other, Taylor's power keeping the spiders working with perfect coordination.
"Why those spiders?" Pyrrha asked. "I think they're called vile spinners, right?"
"That's what Jinx said, and they're the most social, it means I can leave the hideout without loosing too many to cannibalism."
Looking at one large spider sliding down a strand to land on the tip of Taylor's extended finger, Pyrrha shuddered. "But, did it have to be the creepiest ones?"
"I think they're cute… And people believe they're descendant from a god, so most avoid killing them. Makes it easier to gather large numbers."
Pyrrha just stared at her companion… cute? Those things didn't just have fangs, they had mouths filled with jagged teeth and, unlike normal spiders, actually ate their prey, she had seen them doing it.
At least living with Nora had prepared her to deal with strange quirks.
"You know they can…"
Nope! She didn't need to know anything else about those things. "Jinx was serious about sharing!"
"What?"
"Yes, it seems Maelle just had sex with him," Pyrrha nodded, her face a little red. "So, you know, we still have a chance."
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