Shifter King
About a mile through the winding twists and turns, a pack of waterlogged hellhounds blocks the road.
Marinah, with a bloodcurdling shout, picks up speed. At the last minute, she goes into a perfect slide, laying her bike down, taking out the front row of hellhounds like they're bowling pins. We wear stretchy pants so we can shift easily. They only half protect her from road rash but she doesn't care. The material shreds and hangs from one bloody thigh when she comes off the bike with her sword drawn. If I wouldn't look foolish while she does all the work, I would stand back and simply admire her incredible beauty as she kills everything in her path. Unfortunately, hellhounds call and I need
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