Suddenly, there was life in her again. Perhaps the book wouldn’t work, perhaps it was just a trick or just someone’s overactive imagination… but...what could it harm her to try? She’d looked through it, choosing her demon carefully, because the book emphasized that once you summoned a demon that was your one chance… and demons were easily angered if their time was wasted. Lyana considered Sonneillon, the Demon of Hatred… and Alastor, the Executioner… but she wasn’t sure they would be able to. " No no, you don't get to spunk in my sister," said Vladimir sternly, and Mikhail slowed. "That's my right, and mine alone. If you're going to go off, pull out and make her messy for the next guy."Anna was squatting there passively, trying hard not to scream. One cock was bad enough, but to take four? And then probably her brother as well. It was too much to think about, and she barely noticed when Mikhail quickly withdrew and splashed her backside with jism. "Next," said Vladimir, but. . . No bacteria, viruses, or poisonous gasses detected. Air is breathable." With that the black and silver clad figure removed her helmet with a hiss, and took a deep breath, adding "If not a lil' stale." This was Silvia "Silver" Lancaster, captain of the Green Lady. She was a relatively short, muscular, powerfully built woman with deep brown skin, and jaw-length wavy black hair streaked with blue and yellow. She spoke in the lazy, heavy accent normal for Earthers. She looked about the bridge. He was completely comfortable with a knife in either hand, and had been forced to keep his skills up because of the jungle fighting. However, his opponents were unnaturally fast, had no sense of self-preservation and never, ever backed down. In his third of three fights, he had been forced to switch hands and punch the slippery bastard in the jaw — that dropped him. Even so, Gavril bled from a dozen cuts and one shallow stab wound.The medic slapped on some skin melt and sent him off to his next.