Grimalkin blinked at them, looking much as he always did, long gray fur blending perfectly into the moonlight and shadows.

Puck grinned. "Hey, cat," he greeted. "Long time no see. I guess you're the one responsible for our little Death March?"

" haven't seen you in a while. "

Even in all her sickness, she sneezes. Because shes allergic to cats.

Grimalkin turned to groom his hindquarters. "I brought you here as a favor for someone else. You will have to take your business up with him. And, if you would, remind him that he now owes me a boon, since I wasted a perfectly good Summoning on you."

" i have no idea what that is, but sure. "

Shes still in shock. Basically unconscious, but with more pain.

A thunderous voice shook the ground, and the smell of burning coal drifted over the breeze. "I ASKED HIM TO CALL YOU HERE."

Something stepped out from behind a hut, a monstrous horse of blackened iron, with burning red eyes and flames smoldering through the holes in its belly. Steam billowed from its nostrils as it swung to face them, huge and imposing and terrifyingly familiar. Ironhorse.

Isiea is still in the middle of a burst. She literally cant even see or hear them.

She stared at Ironhorse. " Why is he here?! "

(Oooooohhh you said a cuss word)

(I didn't even know it was a swear word xD)


"STOP!" Ironhorse bellowed as Puck immediately set Isiea down and pulled out his dagger, shoving Lise behind him. "I DID NOT COME HERE TO FIGHT, ROBIN GOODFELLOW. PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME."

"Oh, I don't think so, Rusty," Puck sneered. "I have a better idea. You stay there until we get to Oberon, who will rip you apart and bury your pieces so far apart you'll never get put back together."