“What is this, a D&D campaign?” Kyle muttered. Franklin, strode forward. The metallic monster was swallowed by the crack, crashing down into the earth. Her green eyes flashed, her lush lips moved, and she pointed at his charging sister. “What is your command, Mistress,” it spat out in a hissing voice. What have I done? Britney danced around her bear, flowing gracefully, and lashing out with her katar. His phone rang. “I am sure you have seen how she desires your semen.”
“Yeah. Franklin had been far too direct and she had paid for that mistake. He glanced at his sister. His sword bit into the bear’s shoulder, driving deep into its chest. Christy could not wait for her punishment. “And call me Stanley, Mrs. “Ishtar, calm this Spirit of Rage,” she chanted, rainbow light flashing about her. “Love is very powerful. In the end, the Djinn’s powers would be his, along with whatever powerful talismans Kyle and his compatriots must possess.
