#Chapter342 NO!

Sierra seems to sense it too and looks up in time to see him coming down on the back of our witch with claws extended and a definite desire to impale her. I gasp a loud Noooo and turn in an attempt to intervene, but Sierra does it for me. Jumping up and changing mid air she hits him head on in a clashing collision of mass, and send shim hurtling backwards with her smaller self—clutching like a leech. They tumble backwards, roll across the floor through broken despair, swiping two wolves off their feet as they take out their legs and end up crashing into the edge...