War

Outside of those with other tasks, all of Richard’s followers started preparing for battle. Some growled with ferocity, others just stretched lazily, and those like Zangru and Phaser even flushed with arousal. The saints peeking at those two beautiful assassins especially shuddered, recalling their propensity for more violence than necessary when killing enemies.

Richard split them up into different teams, each one capable of fitting on one messenger with an extra as backup. The one exception was Tiramisu, who was so heavy that two messengers needed to work in tandem to carry his team. He was given two spares.

One of the newest messengers descended for Richard himself, gracefully landing at the plaza...