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Chapter 17 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Call out for Amara's aid.

"Any support magic to help this situation, Amara?!" you shout.

She smiles, and looks strangely excited by the request. "Y-Yes. I was hoping you would ask. I would like to show what I can do, Mr. Warren."

The elf raises her staff up into the air, and a mystical energy forms around her. She waves it in circles, before swinging it towards the crab coming towards you with a snap of crackling power. "Gale!" Suddenly, a huge blast of wind comes out from the end of her staff and directly into the crab's body. It tries to hold on, but it's too strong. The crab goes tumbling away to your right before it can reach either if you.

Your eyes first look to Amara as she casts the impressive wind spell. Though, you soon notice something odd. As she does this, more colour comes to her cheeks, and she has a strange expression. Her face looks weirdly erotic. She pants, and you swear you heard a quiet moan through the sound of the blast.

Then you look to Eva, who is struggling to hold down her skirt from the collateral damage of the powerful burst of air. She yells out in fear as she pushes the front down with one hand, and keeps the other over her mouth. She's flushed, and you can easily see the sides of her panties as well as her hips and thighs. Strangely though, there's a look in her eyes. It looks familiar.

Eva's knees wobble. You hear a quiet moan escape her lips. Her eyes are on you, and there is fear there, but also something more. She looks thrilled. When the wind stops and her skirt drops, she remains in the same position for a moment--panting. "Y-You were looking, and you saw..." she mutters. "Oh no~."

What.

Amara's knees wobble as well. She falls to the grass with her fist covering her lips. "How was that?" she whispers so quietly that you can barely hear. "Perhaps I overdid it."

What?!

As they try to recover, you see the crab storm towards you yet again. You need to do something, and fast. As you hold your sword, you feel that strange new knowledge of swordplay race through your mind. You wonder if there's any other skills you might have gained in this new world. In such a panicked situation, you still do your best to think as hard as you can. Then, something comes to you.

What do you do?

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