Vorka grunted in pain from the severe wound on her side, her smelly bloody dripped through her moldly garb. "I won'ts lets you live...I gonna makes ya crispy something good!"

She grunted and took a five step back as she thrusted her hands forward to shoot Khuurargh with the flames. But a sudden pain hit her hard on the inside as her fireball arched right over his head and fizzed out in the air.

"Well poopies."




Go Sparky!

and then Sir Squeeb!