Re: Grain of Sand (Garran)
"Those little faces you're making are encouraging the worst out of me!" the Baphomet laughed. "For your first treat, I shall use your face as my seat as you're taken back to my camp. You should get used to having my crotch on your mouth anyway." she chuckled, before crouching over Garran's face, bringing her lower half down towards his face...
Before there was suddenly sounds of shouting and explosions. Standing back up immediately, Garran was spared the ordeal of being suffocated under her butt. "How persistent." the Baphomet growled. The scorpions went to burrow and hide, before a sudden whip of wind sliced through the air, and Garran would see the eight legged women sliced in half, their human halves parting with their scorpion bodies. Killed in an instant, the Baphomet turned, and looked down at Garran with scorn. "So they've gone for their master and left you in my hands?" she said aloud. "Adorable," she grunted with displeasure, before getting off of the wooden plank Garran was on, and picking it up above her head, and making a giant leap, bringing Garran with her as she sailed through the air, and immediately landed on a mountain cliff, suddenly among various witch huts, and witches, as well as Roa and a freed Anubis.
"Garran! You're still alive!" Roa said with a mixture of cheer and surprise.
The Baphomet tilted the wooden offering plank until Garran slid off of it, and landed on the hard earth below with a thud. "Get out of my camp, and go back to your land of exile." Baphomet said flatly, without any humor on her tone.
"Gladly, but I'll have my slave returned to me." Anubis announced, holding a strange crystal in her hand that seemed to be making the Baphomet hold her ground.
"Go ahead and take him. Hearing his thoughts, he's kind of stupid and annoying." the Baphomet announced, before Garran found his bonds cut with a single slash of the baphomet's scythe.
"Good. Come here, Garran." Anubis patted her side, calling him as if he were a dog.