The "girl" defends herself

"Oh yes!" Aaralon heard the girl cry in pleasure, tilting her head up to stare directly at Green-Aaralon as she began to rock back against Blue. "So good... But... But... But... NO!"

Aaralon's head hurt. Beside him the vase of water had shattered into a myriad of tiny fragments and the water had splashed across the entire tower room. There was no sign of either of the two Flesh Hounds.

He was stunned. What had happened? His head hurt. He could barely see. His vision throbbed with light flashes and shadows. It was like a cross between a punch in the head and a hangover.

Aaralon tried to swallow but couldn't. His throat was so terribly dry. The empty shards of the once water filled vase peppered the floor. What was the water connection between him, the demon dogs and the spell?

The door to the room swung open. Silhouetted in the doorway stood the girl that Blue had started to fuck.

She stood with her legs apart. Her dressing gown was open, shredded and a few threads from falling a part entirely. Her blonde hair was a mess, thrown around and tussled as if she had just woken up from an hour long nightmare.

"You Did This To Me?" her voice magically boomed straight into Aaralon's cortex. He wheeled backwards and fell to the floor. It hurt so incredibly much.

Even as he clutched his head the girl - still with streaks of blood on her back - stormed towards Aaralon. It was hard to tell. He was in too much pain to think clearly but could this girl actually be one of the half-elf mentors in the College. A half-elf? that would explain why she looked like a young human student but was actually so powerful.

"Why Shouldn't I Send You To The Shadow Planes?" her voice demanded of Aaralon's aching brain.