Psychic Singularity Ch 09

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Lucy Ann skidded to a stop, cat-like vampiric reflexes twisting her
to land on her feet and keep her balance in a perfect landing. She
stood, brushing herself off, pleased with herself.

Which was exactly when the tumbling ball of wool, spines, and legs
that was a flying nightmare slammed into her, ruining the perfect
landing and sending both of them tumbling.

Lucy Ann ended up with a mouthful of wool and a ridiculously heavy
sheep sprawled on top of her, waving its multitude of limbs in the air
and bleating pathetically. She promptly punched it, giving it a shove
when it didn’t get off her fast enough.

Baaasly baaed at her reproachfully as they scrambled to their feet and backed away from the tiny vampire.

They aimed an ill-tempered, if light, kick at the nightmare that
trotted up to join them when Terrence, Destroyer of Grass, Eater of
Souls, Esquire snorted laughter at their misfortune. Lucy Ann ignored
them both for the moment as she got herself back in order and got the
wool out of her mouth.

“Okay, knock it off you two,” she called back at them when their
shoving threatened to turn into a scuffle. Planting her hands on her
hips, she glared around them, irritated by the scenery and the situation
in general. “So where’d we end up, anyway?”

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