Spinning angrily, Yktobo rushed blindly toward her, too furious to pay close attention. Her left hand reached out, grabbing a handful of his flailing tentacles. She brought her right in high and fast, slapping him in the face.
Surprised, Yktobo ceased his attack. “What was that?”
“It’s called a slap, you old fool,” Itza countered happily.
“I know what it is, woman, but a slap on the cheek won’t kill a Kahlea.”
“You told me to use the unexpected,” Mai giggled.
“Did you expect that, Yktobo?” Itza asked, hardly masking her amusement.
“If you don’t take this seriously, why are you here? Be gone, we’re done for the day!”
© 2018 Dellani Oakes