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“Damn, he fine,” I croak, voice catching somewhere between a prayer and a fangirl squeak.

Bitch I’m in LOVEEEEEEE!!!

I watch, enthralled as smoke and splinters whirl around us, swallowing the room like a Pidgeotto’s whirlwind. Then Frank,my man,sucks in a huge gulp of air, chest poking out, and then he blows out, my mouth drops the fuck open when he lets out a huge flamethrower aimed at Tek ass.My man is a Charizard, too?!

I turn my eyes to Tek, holding my breath and curling my lip when I see him try to dodge it, but my man blast is too skrong! He yanks his ass back and flings him hard as fuck against a tree, splintering it and sending Teks’ arm flying.

“YAAAAAASSSSSSS DADDYYYYY YOU GO BOYYYY!” I shout, sounding like Gina from Martin. “Duval, what the hell are you doing? Hurrryyy!”

“I’m hurrying, Milady. I’m?—”

“Milady? Nigga fuck all that we bouta diiiieeee! Hurry hurry!” I shake the chain, breath hitching, pulse rioting in my ears. Tek’s twisted spine snaps back into place with a wet CRACK.First of all eww…his ribs tear through his hoodie as a whole ass wendigo form surges.Bro, thank God for anime because I would be lost in the sauce right now…

As my heart rate spikes, I try to calm down and check my Pokédex brain for everything I know on wendigos… it’s not much because I usually only read and watch romance and fighting anime, but I know enough to move accordingly…

I’ve been getting into more shit like that though. Pale skin stretching like paper around black-veined muscle, antler-stubs bursting from his temples, and his eyes frosted over, feral and starving.

“JESSSSSIIIIICCAAAAAA!”Who? Me?He lunges, looking at me as I rattle the chains, hollering.

“GET ME OUTTA THESE MOTHER FUCKING THINGS, DUVAL! AND CUT OUT THAT MILADY SHIT BEFORE YOU AND I TUSSLE!”

“Alright damn, but fuck! Stop moving! You’re going to make me chop a hand off!”

“Nigga, better a hand than a death! The fuck?!” I grit out, shaking.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JESSICA! STOP MOVING!”

THOOM.

I turn to see Frank collide with him mid-air, a blur of muscle, bone, fire and sparks. Their crash rumbles through the room, sending broken tiles skittering across the floor.Shit!

When Tek’s claws rake down Frank’s chest, ripping a ghastly hole through him, I scream, but smoke rises, and the wounds stitch themselves before my eyes, making Frank snicker.

“Is that all you got Tek-sticle?!” he goads.Good one…Duval crouches beside me, still hacking at the cuffs with glowing blades.

“We’re almost there!”

“Shhhh less talking, more clanging!” I snarl, voice shaking. Frank slams Tek down again, then stomps on his chest with enough force to make me wince and suck in a breath.Jesus…Tek gets up and lunges, but Frank meets the charge with a lazy sidestep, seeming bored, then backhands Tek so hard the wendigo ragdolls through a pine.

CRAAACK!

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR TAUNTING THE PROTAGONIST, HOE!” I holler, chains rattling like cheap, special-effect shackles as Duval winces beside me.

“Could you not provoke the murderous Demon King?”

“Hush, support character. Now hurry. Key that chakra lock or whatever before I miss the power-up sequence,” I demand. Duval finally pops the shackle at my feet. CLACK. I wince, but still keep my eyes on the fight.

Tek roars, swiping again desperately, but my man catches the arm, and cracks it over his knees twisting that son of a bitch off with a SNAP then kicks Tek through his chest, shattering his ribs and causing them to emerge from his skin, making Tek howl.

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

Tek swings the cleaver in his other hand at Frank’s throat, and thank God he misses by a breath. Instead, Frank’s tail whips around, cracking like a lightning strike, and slams Tek into the wall, hard enough to crater the concrete.

BOOOOOOM!

Dust mushrooms in the air. I taste it on my tongue, bitter like old pennies and construction dust. I thought he would stay down, but he still moves and he drags himself free, picking up a big ass boulder and slinging it at my man face.

“HELL NO! NOT THE FACE!”