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Dickoff heard them clearly. His face twisted with anger.
The black armor-like layer covering his right arm had become thicker after the last exchange. More dark lines were spreading across his chest, neck, and the left side of his face. The borrowed chaos energy inside him continued pressing against his mortal body, making his muscles swell and his bones creak beneath the force. He could feel the strength, but he could also feel the object buried in his palm pulling harder on everything inside him.
He ignored the discomfort.
The two women had blocked him once.
That did not mean they could continue doing it.
Dickoff looked at Sekhmet behind them. The wounds across Sekhmet's body were still closing. The damage to his spine had almost healed, and the blood covering his clothes was slowly moving back toward the open cuts before disappearing inside them.
He needed to kill him before that regeneration restored everything.
Dickoff bent his knees and rushed forward again.
