Kapitel 785: Hell-storm

Krysaos drew the Heart of the Ocean from its sheath with a fancy flourish-- a movement he shamelessly copied from a certain elf. 

After fighting against King... for whatever reason, he found it far easier to channel his Spells through his enchanted rapier. 

He wondered if he'd reached a new level?

That'd be the tits. 

Krysaos placed the rapier's hilt near his chin, the flat of the blade pointed forward. 

"Your master summons you, Mi--"

"Brother-Captain." 

"--whuh?"

Krysaos frowned-- having been interrupted by a hand on his shoulder and the deep voice of his Lieutenant. 

"Elle, Coraline," Tycon waved. "Cease your summons, as well."

Before Krysaos or anyone else could argue, cutting winds began to swirl all around them... picking up leaves, debris... and--

"OUR FRUIT!!" The pale Coral Boy yelled, "Quick! Dey'z gotta go back in da bags!!"