“What are these things?” Ashure snapped, tossing a bucket of water on the door of the bathroom to extinguish the small flames that were appearing.
“Fire Beetles,” Asahi replied.
Asahi ignored Ashure’s wince when he fired his pistol, stopping several beetles that were entering through a hole burned through the heavy iron door. He hated using his ammo, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of options available at the moment. The damn things had melted the iron like butter in a microwave.
He grimly smiled when Mr. Gryphon snarled and pounced on the tiny droplets of alien DNA that were trying to escape. They had quickly discovered that the Gryphon’s sharp teeth held the same magical properties as the dagger.
“Is there any other way to kill them than with that noisemaker?” Ashure growled.
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