Meg - Slices Blemmyae

“You’re welcome. Now if you’ll please raise your hands.”
“Like this?” Leo ignited his hands and torched the blemmyae’s chest-face.
The guard stumbled, choking on flames, batting his huge eyelashes like burning palm fronds. He groped for the button on the microphone attached to his earpiece. “Post twelve,” he croaked. “I’ve got—”
Meg’s twin golden swords scissored across his midsection, reducing him to a pile of yellow dust with a partially melted earpiece.
A voice warbled from the tiny speaker. “Post twelve, please repeat.”

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The Dark prophecy, Chapter 23