.Suddenly, you're saved! You open a pot that lets out a fresh aroma of oil, bread and meat: deep-fried frogs! Whole, of course. It was about the only ...asty thing your mother could cook. Then again, you don't really want to know what she eats. Sometimes it puts up quite a fight in her cauldron!You begin chewing crunchy, crispy frog. It's seasoned wonderfully. Flavors of onion, chiles and thyme blast your tastebuds, followed by just enough saltiness. "Shit yeah. Mph!" You grunt with an impolite. "Go back tomiddle school."The Shania posse chuckled quietly."Did you get the receptionist job?" Lana came back, alluding to Shania'sattire and effectively, drawing a line in the sand."What's this little shit to you anyway?" Shania asked."He's a good friend, so you better let him go," Lana threatened, cuttingshort a potentially long confrontation."I do kickboxing, you know?" Shania sneered."I do kick-arsing, myself. I wonder which discipline is better?" Lanawisecracked, staring straight into. "Oh! Wouldn't I?" Katrien said. And suddenly, she had her mobile phone in her hand. Where it came from, Veronique had no clue about, but seeing it in the girl's hand, was enough to convince her to move closer towards Sandra. While she still doubted that the girl would call the cops, she couldn't help but feel a little intrigued about what Sandra would do with her. When her right leg touched Sandra's left, she felt a rush of excitement, which she hadn't expected, going through her body."Now,. I swept the proxy’s blade before it, killing more as I controlled the puppet towards the bards. If I could smile, I would. I was untouchable. Their musical magic couldn’t harm me. I was beyond them. I charged at another group. They scattered, their music faltering, their symphony ended. The iron puppet crushed any defenders in my proxy’s path.The resonating stopped attacking my body. I flowed into it once more.Sounds burst into my ears. Men groaned and screamed around me. The bards fled,.