Bellah caught Daivere’s pillow and her smirk turned to a grimace. It seemed the Queen had perfumed her projectile.
She tossed the smelly cushion upwards before spin-kicking it back at Danivere, only the stitching wasn’t made for such harsh treatment and the pillow popped midair.
Gemma was now cackling with laughter as it started snowing chicken feathers.
Genii imitated Jet’s stealthy moves, just a few seconds behind. He wasn’t a stranger to sneaking around, but that didn’t mean he was any good at it. “Sorry.” He apologised as he bumped into the back of the blonde.
As Genii’s voice echoed down through catacombs, whoever (or whatever) was in the caged area went quiet. Soon there there was a hurried shuffle and a clang as two hands grabbed at the bars.
“Who’s there?” A familiar voice called out. Erras brought his face closer to the bars, trying to see who was whispering in the darkness.