Literature
the one where no one cleans up
“Take it out!” squealed Eshe, nose wrinkling in disgust.
There was a quick scramble for their weapons as the magicians circled the creature.
“We don’t have time for this,” snarled Jalen, golden light swirling around her hands until they resembled claws faintly.
The magicians moved like clockwork around the strange, muddy creature. When it lunged, it surprised everyone. Instead of merely going in one basic direction, the thing spread itself out and hit four different magicians at once. If they hadn’t been in a life or death situation, Eshe might’ve laughed at the expression on several of the