Chapter 659: Saving the Half-Formed(2)

[You heard me, we don't have ears to worry about getting clogged, we speak on a literal metaphysical level, STEP ON MY FACE!]

[FINE, BUT THIS IS WEIRD!]

[YOU REGULARLY STAB PEOPLE WITH YOUR LEGS AND COMPLAIN ABOUT IT IF IT DOESN'T WORK!]

[RARGH!]

Razorstella floated down to where Spring Brawler was stretching himself out and did as he requested...kind of.

Due to Spring Brawler being bigger than Razorstella by a few good feet, the latter was able to place one of her sword legs on Spring Brawler's face while the other was standing on his metal studded wooden chest.

If they were people, this scene would look awkward as hell.

Actually, strike that statement, this shit was still awkward looking as hell.

Razorstella had a doubtful look on her face as she tried to figure out what Spring Brawler's plan was exactly. She understood that he had stretched himself, but that was about it.