For now, at the very least, I had the advantage.
“Genesis, can you run?”
“Fuck. No,” Genesis spoke. “Made these claws for grabbing.”
These claws are made for grabbing, and that’s just what they’ll do…
True enough, her forelimbs and rear limbs were more like clawed hands than feet or hooves.
So to recap, she’s a winged gargoyle with clawed monkey hands.
“Imp, Ballistic, run!”
It wasn’t enough. We had too much distance to cover before we could be sure of our safety. Or of Imp and Ballistic’s safety, anyways.
Well, fuck. These two may come out of this with some nasty changes courtesy of Bakuda if they’re unlucky.
Even with another two minutes, or another five- well, people weren’t that fast as a rule, and neither Imp nor Ballistic were runners. It looked like Imp had hurt herself in the fall.
That certainly doesn’t help.
“Tattletale!” I shouted. “Take Imp! Bentley’s strong enough to take four!”
Desperate times call for desperate overloading of doggos.
“Got it!” She cried, steering Bentley around and their group scooped up Imp, pulling her up onto Tattletale’s lap. Four people, but three of them were girls in good shape.
Sirius wasn’t as strong, and Grue was heavy, Bitch wasn’t exactly slight, and Ballistic was built like a football player.
Trickster ain’t gonna be happy.
Ballistic even less so.
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