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neck!”
Baldy actually looks at me when I say that. His eyes go wide. He knows I’ve figured it out.
Mason doesn’t hesitate—he grabs Baldy’s neck in one hand and pulls his fist closed, raking his claws across the flesh. It shreds the Norse star tattoo. Mason completely rips the skin off the sinew beneath, which isn’t that different from what I’m about to do.
“ Caro Tollere. ”
Remove the Flesh.
I’ve known this spell for years, but I’ve never actually seen it work. The effect lives up to the name.
Every layer of skin covering Baldy’s musculature is flicked off him like a cloth being snapped from a table. He explodes with blood. Mason is drenched in viscera, but there’s no helping it. This is definitely better than the alternative.
Baldy stands there in shock, motionless but still alive. I don’t know if a werewolf can survive such a spell, but Mason doesn’t wait to find out.
He wipes the ichor from his eyes, takes the hand off his opponent, still grasping the silver spike, and drives it into the front of his chest, stabbing him through the heart. That did it for sure. There wasn’t even a moment for Baldy to scream.
Mason immediately turns his attention to Cropped Hair. His back is turned. He’s not aware that his partner has been killed, but Candice saw it all. Trent as well. Sylvia remains silent and unmoving in the room, bound by my spell, but she would have seen it too.
Candice keeps attacking Cropped Hair so that he remains focused on her alone, which allows Mason to leap across the room at him.
“Behind you!” Trent roars, but it’s too late.
Mason lands on Cropped Hair’s back on all fours. He sinks his teeth into the back of his neck and rips the tattooed flesh away. He springs off him in one motion, rendering him vulnerable to magic. Now it’s my turn.
“ Prohibere Motus Corporis .”
The same spell I cast to paralyze Sylvia. No point in being wasteful by casting Remove the Flesh again, not when Candice is right there, armed and deadly. She winds up and swings hard through muscle and bone. Not even a werewolf can survive a beheading. His body slopes to the ground.
That’s two down. Now it’s Trent against three witches and a werewolf.
“Surrender,” Saffron commands in a voice that shakes the room, “or die.”
She’s still levitating.
Trent looks back and forth between the four of us.
“I don’t know how to do either, witch ,” he says in a guttural voice.
“Well then, let’s see if we can make a lie of at least one of those boasts,” Saffron chirps.
Mason leaps at Trent first, claws outstretched. Candice is right behind him with sword and shield.
I thought Baldy was fast. Trent is faster. He grabs Mason by the wrist, still airborne, twists, and spins him around in a circle, hurling his body at Candice behind him. She barely manages to get her shield up in time to protect herself from Mason.
The strength of the man is truly horrific.
Candice and Mason are sent tumbling back into a corner, a mess of arms and legs tangled up in each other. I’m sure that hurt.
“You won’t remove my tattoo so easily,” Trent says.
“No. It seems you’re too quick for that,” Saffron replies in a sour tone of voice. “So be it. Leva Ad .”
She cast the same spell again. Which means she’s activated two versions of the same spell simultaneously. I didn’t even know that was possible. Saffron can wield some serious witchcraft.
She starts using both hands to command objects from around the room. She points at the kitchen oven with one hand and levitates it away from the wall as if it were no heavier than a paperweight. It sails through the air toward him.
Trent catches the oven with both hands, digging his hind claws into the hardwood floor to keep himself from being pushed back. That was the first casting of her spell. What Trent hasn’t accounted for is the refrigerator that Saffron grabbed with her second casting.
She slams it into his back. He
Baldy actually looks at me when I say that. His eyes go wide. He knows I’ve figured it out.
Mason doesn’t hesitate—he grabs Baldy’s neck in one hand and pulls his fist closed, raking his claws across the flesh. It shreds the Norse star tattoo. Mason completely rips the skin off the sinew beneath, which isn’t that different from what I’m about to do.
“ Caro Tollere. ”
Remove the Flesh.
I’ve known this spell for years, but I’ve never actually seen it work. The effect lives up to the name.
Every layer of skin covering Baldy’s musculature is flicked off him like a cloth being snapped from a table. He explodes with blood. Mason is drenched in viscera, but there’s no helping it. This is definitely better than the alternative.
Baldy stands there in shock, motionless but still alive. I don’t know if a werewolf can survive such a spell, but Mason doesn’t wait to find out.
He wipes the ichor from his eyes, takes the hand off his opponent, still grasping the silver spike, and drives it into the front of his chest, stabbing him through the heart. That did it for sure. There wasn’t even a moment for Baldy to scream.
Mason immediately turns his attention to Cropped Hair. His back is turned. He’s not aware that his partner has been killed, but Candice saw it all. Trent as well. Sylvia remains silent and unmoving in the room, bound by my spell, but she would have seen it too.
Candice keeps attacking Cropped Hair so that he remains focused on her alone, which allows Mason to leap across the room at him.
“Behind you!” Trent roars, but it’s too late.
Mason lands on Cropped Hair’s back on all fours. He sinks his teeth into the back of his neck and rips the tattooed flesh away. He springs off him in one motion, rendering him vulnerable to magic. Now it’s my turn.
“ Prohibere Motus Corporis .”
The same spell I cast to paralyze Sylvia. No point in being wasteful by casting Remove the Flesh again, not when Candice is right there, armed and deadly. She winds up and swings hard through muscle and bone. Not even a werewolf can survive a beheading. His body slopes to the ground.
That’s two down. Now it’s Trent against three witches and a werewolf.
“Surrender,” Saffron commands in a voice that shakes the room, “or die.”
She’s still levitating.
Trent looks back and forth between the four of us.
“I don’t know how to do either, witch ,” he says in a guttural voice.
“Well then, let’s see if we can make a lie of at least one of those boasts,” Saffron chirps.
Mason leaps at Trent first, claws outstretched. Candice is right behind him with sword and shield.
I thought Baldy was fast. Trent is faster. He grabs Mason by the wrist, still airborne, twists, and spins him around in a circle, hurling his body at Candice behind him. She barely manages to get her shield up in time to protect herself from Mason.
The strength of the man is truly horrific.
Candice and Mason are sent tumbling back into a corner, a mess of arms and legs tangled up in each other. I’m sure that hurt.
“You won’t remove my tattoo so easily,” Trent says.
“No. It seems you’re too quick for that,” Saffron replies in a sour tone of voice. “So be it. Leva Ad .”
She cast the same spell again. Which means she’s activated two versions of the same spell simultaneously. I didn’t even know that was possible. Saffron can wield some serious witchcraft.
She starts using both hands to command objects from around the room. She points at the kitchen oven with one hand and levitates it away from the wall as if it were no heavier than a paperweight. It sails through the air toward him.
Trent catches the oven with both hands, digging his hind claws into the hardwood floor to keep himself from being pushed back. That was the first casting of her spell. What Trent hasn’t accounted for is the refrigerator that Saffron grabbed with her second casting.
She slams it into his back. He
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