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“Oh f**k, she saw me,” panted Bremusa, pushing her back against a wall.
Antioche stared at her, then at the woman who had made the raging female quiver like a frightened girl.
She was frickin tall. A huge mane of brown hair, a fierce face, a cape. Yes, a cape, white as cloud, billowing in the air. It matched her spear, though she was, for now, carrying it like a walking stick. But the weirdest part was her skin. She had a mesh of black lines, like slightly faded tattoos but they seemed to cover her entire body. They weren’t too rigid in shape, diamond-like but also looking somehow organic.
“Come out of hiding you i***t!” Antioche said to Bremusa, “You’ll let her think we are afraid of her!”
“We are afraid of her,” said Melousa with her mellow voice who was also ‘
