Re: vs S'ym
Dory staggers to his feet, his arm swelling back to its usual, intimidating size. He flexes his now-healed wrist and rounds on the shocked demonic hoards.
"So," he says, smiling toothily. "That just happened." He cracked his knuckles, forming hard keratin blades along his forearms and spoke more loudly, so as to be heard by the demons and by Quinn. "I'd suggest fleeing before our friend there finishes drawing extra strength from the earth."
Yes he was bluffing, but the demons didn't have to know that if Quinn could just play along a little...
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