Re: Lenny and Andy
Andy could light a day with the smile in hearing that at least Heather was there, but when the fireballs are sighted, there was a flare of yellow in Andys eyes. And this wasn't Andys normal fear, one of nervousness and anxiety. This was sharp.
Within seconds of seeing where Heather was firing the barrage, Andy was off, the form of a winged horror now flying hard for the targets.
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