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Chapter 12: Showdown: Part 3 M2 flew as fast as he could with Tracy in tow, passing by tall buildings and alleyways, and hoping they would get to Savanna Central in time. However, while the teenaged cat said to him, “Faster M2, faster! There’s no telling what those Daemons are doing in Savanna Central!” The mouse clone felt somebody was following them and it wasn’t a Daemon. If there was, then he would’ve sensed magic. Taking to another alleyway that led to a street, he flies low enough to the ground and says to her, “Tracy, jump!” “Why?” she said to him, confused. “What’s-” She felt a shock go through her head and sharply turned her head, only to yelp and immediately jump off from a fingerless gloved paw that nearly grabbed her as she rolled upon landing on the ground. M2 flies towards a wall, just before the arctic wolf lands on the ground with his grimoire floating beside him and making his dual-sided spear, and hops while sideways flipping and bringing out the swords from his

IX. Adamas sat on the floor cross-legged; his red cloak laid on the bed along with his other things piled on top of it that was already moved from the hanger pole. The small box containing the gloves that Henry made for him and given to him by his son, Darren, laid out opened in front of him and the note was in his paws. He was now wearing his light-brown shirt that Roselyn used the other night while the young woman, herself, was behind the dresser screen, trying on her Sparrow Ranger uniform that Duran had already made for her a year back. Before the beastman could read the note, his thoughts turned to Roselyn over the events that just happened recently. The first thing was her unusual mood change. Getting hugged from her is one thing, but after she opened that door it was like she was rushing out; almost as if she was trying to find him which made no sense as to why. After that, she didn’t feel uncomfortable when she removed his shirt, revealing her undergarments to him, and took