Thread:The Reptile King/@comment-27950421-20180404155813/@comment-28358106-20180417211733

Evra has made a horrible mistake.

Something hits her. It hits her so hard, she rockets through the air at roughly mach fourteen, in a near horizontal parabola, making a cartoon whistling sound, flying through five continents, three time zones, punching through four hundred and ninety one forests, fourteen mountains, five henhouses, a cat food factory, and an outhouse. She comes to rest, if it can be called that, on a continent that may be Australia.

Gemmi, however, remains in place, but spinning in the air from Evra's sudden departure. The blur that is Tirush catches Gemmi, lowering her foot from the kick. She says six words that, had she not been holding a toddler, would probably be roared loud enough for even Evra to hear as she came to a rolling stop in the outback.

"Do. Not. EVER. Touch. My. CHILD."