The angry troll lumbers forward, swinging the limp satyr and Helga charges in full berserk fury. Kat calls after her but she is deaf to everything but the screaming of her own bloodthirst. Kat stands watching as riot breaks out, tears and mascara streaking their grey cheeks. They feel a hand on their shoulder and turn to see the half-dryad, her face contorted with rage. She hisses” “This is for Dionysus, you lying slut!” She makes a fist and punches their face with all her strength.
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