"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of here respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?

"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of here respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?

"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of here respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?

"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of here respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?

"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of her respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?

"There you are! It took you long enough.", the Abbess said, somehow conveying 'snarl' and 'obedient respect' simultaneously by voice alone.

The object of her respect and/or disdain didn't deign to acknowledge her words. He simply hefted his kidnapped passenger and replied, curtly, "The Baron is here. We leave now."

She nodded and turned back to the control panel to check that the mirror was opening properly, but never reached it. A thump on her head preceded stabbing pains across her face and shoulders. Between the pain, she managed to string together the thought 'animal attack?'. But that only got more confusing when a voice from above her head said "You know, I don't think I like you, lady." What?

The King had barely glanced toward her when he dodged back in shock from something else, nearly losing his grip on the woman he was restraining. There was a shout: "Drop her, Tweedle!"

The Abbess couldn't follow their fight, even if she hadn't had an animal on her. Probably the devil-cat that went around with the pretender. She finally grabbed her wits and tore him off by the stupid coat, throwing him away with one hand as the other covered her eyes.

'Tweedle' was agile enough to fight his cousin the Smoke Knight, if he wasn't currently transporting an unwilling and fully conscious - and surprisingly combat-trained - grown woman. As it was, he decided that he needed to get through the mirror to his territory, even if it hurt him in the process. He charged.

This would even have worked, but the damn weasel tripped him. Not even the figurative weasel, his cousin, the six-legged one that went "SKREEE" when it was mad. He stumbled, but in the distraction Agatha pushed herself off him and Violetta was moving to interpose. Damnation, all three were between him and the mir-
There was a brilliant flash of green light.

Agatha felt a strange ripping sensation and saw a blindingly bright flash of green. She tried to brace herself for the impact with the wall, but none came, and she planted face-first on floor before her sight returned.

Krosp's eyes were closed when the flash hit and he landed on top of Agatha, so he reacted faster, looking up to get his bearings. What the devil had just happened? Where were they?