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Ivy nudged Ceral the opposite direction from where Devin's crew had come from. "There's a group over there. Do you see Nym? There's several handlers surrounding him. Maybe we could help him out by picking a few off?" she whispered. She wasn't going to keep Ceral from fighting at all, she knew he could take care of himself, for the most part. But she knew Devin and she knew he didn't care about "breaking the merchandise." It was all some sick sport to him. Ceral was the best thing that had happened to her for years. She wasn't going to let anything happen to him.

Devin stiffened, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Sorry boys, but I don't rut with beasts," he snarled. He shouldered his harpoon. "Last chance. Shift. All of you. And tell me, where are the bitch's eggs?"

Ky snarled snapping forward and there were several loud pops as darts flew through the air. Ky was within biting distance of Devin when he finally fell unconscious, four darts sticking out of his scales. Devin snorted, kicking Ky's head as he walked by. "Anyone else going to cause trouble?"