His Plump Mate
Morgana looks at me with a menacing grin, “I guess you are not as strong as you thought you were.”
She looks at the rogue, “Get him to the table. We need him shackled.”
Fuck that! I will not be shackled again. I threw myself backwards and, on the table, taking the rogue with me. I hear a sickening crack, and his body goes limp. I get up, struggling at this point, but I’m not down. I start prowling towards Morgana, and I see her produce a bottle.
Before I could react, Morgana splashed the water at me. I step back and trip over one of the rogues, when it starts burning. This crazy bitch threw liquid silver at me.