Something is wrong with this place isn’t there? There are no doors, no tables, no pentacle posts. Of course there were flying rocks. Vehemently oozing jello, Joseph was dying right next to me. He had to breathe the next breath if he wanted to plant today’s seeds.

Joseph woke up to blasts from the next yard and charged the closest enemy. After he punctured his own armor by tripping over a flying rock and landing blade in suit he faced his demon and jabbed. Missing, he threw a right kick – Boom! – he cracked the demon in the rib. The demon tumbled through the air toward Joseph, extending his bony fingers and springing a spell on Joseph that would trap him in a uniform that the tailored for just this fight. Gray struck both of them with lightning and dropped the roll.

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