Zirtrid stared at Medakkaru, who now pulled his bow string and arrow and hit another sarffim. More reptiles hopped and appeared, surrounding them and shooting needles at them. Their tongues darted fast like in the speed of an arrow. Medakkaru had to make a sphere of shield, where he and Zirtrid were inside and safe from their attacks.
“I think they caught us cornered here,” Zirtrid calmly observed.
“It’s annoying. I was supposed to only get one of them. Looks like I have to take them all with me. What do you think? Care to give me a hand?”
Zirtrid sat down crossed legs and arms. “I don’t want to move. I’d rather paint this memorable scene with you,” she declined and smiled smugly. Suddenly, painting materials and a canvas were materialized.
“Which are new ones that you gathered?” Medak
