Pan was soaring on Brandon's back. His grin was the stuff of nightmares!
A spear flew, and the giant form of the Archdemoness Mary was pierced!
Only for the woman to chuckle and heal the wound.
"Brandon! Now!" Solas roared, as he made a fireball!
Brandon opened his maw, breathing fire down on the Archdemon!
This was not going to be the end, he knew! But that was the beauty of it all! For Pan had not let his spear rush out the other end.
Just let it lodge in there!
"Well, there we go!" Doran yelled, already in the air.
He loved this! He loved the wind which rustled in his hair. The spear was already in sight!
The general took hold of it as he was falling, letting his momentum get it down.
And down…
The corset of the Queen fell to the floor! Letting her body become a mosaic!
"Perverts!" The woman changed in size. Becoming small, so that her shift could cover her completely! "How dare you!"
Doran snorted. Really? How dare they?
