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This up-date is made to the first, and most probably, only reviewer to this story.
17 Again:
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
Vilgax had never in all his vast existence been so.... he believed the human word was 'freaked out'.
"What have you done to me, wench?!"
"Hey! It's not very good to bad-mouth the person who can change you back." Gwen chastised, circling the now much, much shorter Chimera Sui Generis standing before her.
The age spell Gwen had cast, worked very well. Now the tall green alien only stood about two feet above her, and his armor was just barely hanging on as he shook in frustration at her antics.
"I am not amused." Vilgax growled, far less menacing, considering his voice had gone the way of the rest of him.
"Is to me." The redhead chuckled, easily dodging his mis-aimed fist.
Hallows Eve:
Standing before the rustic gates of human burial grounds, the most feared Chimera Sui Generis contemplated actually entering. He was not admit to have fear of anything, but....
Reluctantly opening the way, flinching only slightly at the noise the metal made, Vilgax continued up the path to his destination.
Why in all the wanderings of the world the little witch wanted to celebrate this 'holiday' was beyond him.
Guardian Angel:
"I suppose you expect me to thank you."
"Not at all."
Shock refused to make an entrance upon the young witch's face as Vilgax continued wrapping the second degree burn on her arm, with surprising gentleness.