KRRRAAASSSSHHH!
Ten split in half like overcooked noodles thrown at a ceiling.
Sir Alex stared at me like I had just rewritten the laws of physics using sass, panic, and trauma bonding.
And then—
FORTY.
LONG.
MINUTES.
OF PURE CHAOS.
Screams.
Clashing metal.
Acid venom sizzling against Jin's shields.
Spider legs flying like demonic boomerangs.
Heads rolling.
Green blood raining like some cursed St. Patrick's Day parade.
Coffi kicked one in the face—then screamed because her knuckles broke but she still kept kicking because she's Coffi.
Henry had a meltdown and started throwing peanut butter cookies like holy bombs, shouting, "TAKE THE GLUTEN, YOU DEMONIC SCUM!"
Jin was chanting protective runes like an unhinged priest, hissing, "WHY DO THEY HAVE THIS MUCH BLOOD?! HOW LARGE IS THEIR CIRCULATORY SYSTEM?!"
And me?
Covered in green gore. Looking like Carrie if she worshipped pesto.
Like the Green Lantern if he turned into Hulk AND fell into a swamp.
