FAKE MATE, REAL BOND
But I’m here alone, as usual, so I have to put up with whatever the fuck this is.
“Get her, boys. Hold her down and we’ll show her what real men can do,” the middle one sneers.
My warlock abilities may be weak, but they’re not completely gone yet.
And right now, I don’t care how much damage I’m going to do to the bar.
I grip the counter. Before they can even move, the floor shudders and the tiles rip apart as vines burst through them, grabbing them all. They fight back, shocked by the sudden aggression on my part, or maybe by the vines.