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I scoot away froots Raffe sees ots are freaky hideous,’ I say, getting up I try to salvage sonity, but I can’t help but shiver and shake my hands in the air It’s an instinctive iht now

‘You’ve fought off a gang of el warrior, stood up to an archangel, and wielded an angel sword’ Raffe cocks his head ‘But you screaot?’

‘It’s not just a rabbed ots crawled out of it and tried to burrow into irl too if that happened to you’

‘They didn’t try to burrow into you They were just crawling It’s what ’

‘Hard to argue with that, Coh in his voice

‘That’s the Sea of Killing Hands,’ says Theret near it’

I can see why they call it a sea The sand shifts like waves I’ beneath it I can’t help but see the similarities between the Pit andthings like the resurrected crawling out of the ground

‘Oh, she could have handled the killing hands like the truest warrior,’ says Raffe proudly ‘It’s the little naked worot slayer,’ says Howler

The others chuckle

I sigh I probably deserve this, but that doesn’t make it any easier Now I kno Pooky Bear feels

I see a small hellion over the desert, and I point to it, excited But it flies too close to the sand, and three hands shoot out and grab it The arular arrab the hellion It screeches all the way down until it gets dragged beneath the sand

One of the guys points to an outcropping of rocks

The sht by the hands roup of hellions flies toward us

My sword is up, ready for a fight ‘Don’t kill the creepies coer than the ones that came after me out of the Pit There are four of thes and takes to the air over the Sea of Killing Hands The others do the saround

They corral the hellions toward Hawk and Cyclone who catch theht all four They tie the hellions doith leather thongs that some of them had wrapped around their wrists Apparently, Raffe had trained them to collect bits of useful items from the local environment whenever they were on a mission

‘You’re smarter than you look,’ I say to Raffe

‘But not as smart as he thinks,’ says Howler

‘I can see discipline has broken down during your vacation,’ says Raffe

‘Yeah, it’s all that lounging on the beach with nothing to do but drink and watch women’

At the omen, the Watchers become aard and self-conscious

‘I have to ask,’ says Ther this too Is she your Daughter of Man?’ He nods toward lance at Raffe