The Phouka was patrolling the park, a blade in hand. He'd tried earlier to wear the form of dog but the Milesian were far too strong for that. Cold iron was needed.
He heard Winter and bolted for him, arriving to see the pixie in the grasp of the monster. He growled ferociously and pounced on the pale foe, stabbing it with abandon.
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Date: 2017-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)He heard Winter and bolted for him, arriving to see the pixie in the grasp of the monster. He growled ferociously and pounced on the pale foe, stabbing it with abandon.