If they had been paying attention at all, the only thing he and Tora would have seen would likely have been the Trog’s sword on her back coming across the ground towards them.
The Chameleon’s natural hair colour was that of burnt cinnamon. And the scales on her forearms, forelegs and tail were a match for it.
She carried a simple bag over one shoulder, her small breasts concealed by an equally simple hardened leather chest-plate.
A worn and ragged red sash hung loosely around her waist, with the ends draping down well past her left knee.
Absently Cole noted that she walked on the balls of her clawed feet.
With her harsh glare on him, he opened his mouth to try to explain, but she hissed at him, a forked tongue slipping out from between her lips to taste his shock and fear in the air, the brilliant red muscle slipping back into her mouth as quickly as it came.
After a moment she nodded to herself.
“I was right, you are a worm. You die as such.” She reached one hand over her shoulder and drew her blade.
At the fatal promise, the desperate man found his words again, turning back to the wide eyed and confused giant.
“Tora! Kill her!” He said desperately while pointing towards the Trog with one trembling hand.
The Ogre didn’t move, didn’t even flinch.
No monster could be ordered to violence, even the youngest of children knew that, but in his panic the failed tamer forgot everything he ought to have remembered.
A sudden wooshing noise behind him caught his attention.
Abruptly, he was flying.
He didn’t know how or why or when, but he spun wildly in the air, the blue sky above coming into few once, then twice, then a third time.
While his body crumpled into the grass, Cole Lewis’s severed head hit the ground with an audible thump before rolling over a few times and coming to rest amidst a bed of wild daisies.
“A better resting place than you deserve.” The Troglodyte noted indifferently.
The waifish monster girl used her sash to wipe the blood from her blade before sheathing it on her back and turning to the massive blue skinned girl still sitting in the grass before her.
“Why didn’t you just kill that bastard? You could have flattened him with one hand.”
The giant sniffled and wiped her forearm over her face again in another vain attempt to clear the mess of her snot and tears.
“Momma tol’ me not to squish anyone. Not ever. Said it would make the Aegis mad at us again.”
Her eyes were on the headless man who moments ago had filled her heart with terror, a confused look on her face.
The lizard girl’s tongue flickered out quickly, tasting the young girl’s scent.
“Foolish. It’s not your fault these softskins die so damn easy.”
Uncomfortable with the notion of her mother being declared foolish, Tora didn’t know how to answer her, so instead she asked a different question.
“Who, um, who am you?”
The Trog considered the innocent faced Ogre for long enough to make her squirm in place.
Finally she sighed and looked back to the fresh corpse in the grass.
“My name is Kriss. And I am searching for my brother.”
About The Author
Make no mistake gentlemen, the time traveling space cat known as Lieutenant Archibald Bradford (Pronounced left-ten-ant like the British say it, because it sounds more dignified) loves to write smutty books. But unlike all the other deviant housecats out there, he likes his books to have interesting characters…
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Other Books By The Lieutenant
The Heartstone Saga
Book 1 - Empath Rising
Book 2 - Legacy of the Valkyrie
Book 3 - Home of Consequence
Book 4 - Dark Empathy
And coming soon…
Book 5 - Light of the Aegis (Working Title)
Erotic Collection - Amorous Interlude
And also coming soon (likely sooner):
Untitled sci-fi novel (book one of a planned trilogy)
