Page 67 of Not Like The Other Girls

“Uh, oh.”

Then all hell really break loose this time.

CHAPTER 22: MALE CATFIGHT

The second battle between the fairy alliances and the Armice could only be described as a ’total clusterfuck.’ Not a professional term by any means, but there isn’t a professional, posh, or relatively genteel word fit to describe the situation. Or perhaps an ever-going water slide, thinks Lily, always going down, even lower south, down and down and under the subway.

Every the Dragon shifts into Every the Human for a split second to speak with his girl. He stands in his natural form, naked as the day he was born. “Get up here, sugartits. If you can’t run, then you’ve gotta fly.”

How iconic.

And he goes right back to being an oversized sausage after, but with Lily-girl on his back this time.

From the sky, she sees the situation well now.

The sugar plum fairy had somehow flown with her gleaming gold wings all the way to the front row of the battle with her guards in tow. Their metal wings flutter. But that isn’t the main part.

There, in the front, where the battle is raging angrily like a scraped knee, a certain man in sunglasses stands. Around him, she sees, are people. No, not exactly people. They stand in either camouflage uniforms or tuxedos, all holding long guns that probably weigh more than she does. And are taller than her. Two boombox radios are set nearby, blasting loud, unsettling music that shakes the alliance troopers’ hearts with dismay.

And dread.

Yeah, a whole lot of that too.

Like right now that Lily’s lips quiver, knowing that she might or might not fall off her dragon carrier’s back for the second time of the day. This time, it would be from a much higher altitude, and she’ll feel worse than that time the rollercoaster at her small town’s fair malfunctioned, and she got stuck up there for a day and a half ’cause there was no maintenance crew and the whole fire department was laid off too thanks to the lack of funding.

Since the dragon she’s riding now is a hedge-fund baby multibillionaire, she has nothing to worry about.

Right?

At last, her beloved boyfriend—bless his heart—finally swoops down in a cool swipe, descending right in front of Fernando and his cronies. Lily feels herself staring at them, in shock. Them cronies, about a thousand of them—not that Lily can count—are in either tuxes or camos.

And they have mice heads.

As in, literal mice heads, like the little mice that had been terrorizing her and the readers for nearly two hundred pages, but upsized into human-sized ones. And the details are delicate, down to the strands of whiskers and the blackness of irises.

She wonders for a quick moment whether they might be just fancy headdresses they got from some premium Halloween shop, but decides against it when she sees a certain mouse-head’s eyebrow wiggle. No costume can move that much.

The dragon shifts back to the same old Every at once, and with no back to cling to, she loses her balance and topples over, right when he catches her. Just in time, in his arms, right in front of his sworn enemy. Exactly where the heroine should be in such a dire time.

No.

Hovering nearby, Glycogen the guard throws him a spare pair of fuzzy pajama pants with pink hearts he got from who-knows-where, unable to stand him flashing their whole alliance and enemies any second longer.

Oh yeah, he might be slightly nude right now.

“Nice entrance, buddy.” The mouse king, the only one in the Armice with a normal human head, walks closer to them once he’s clothed. Guess witnessing Every’s round ass showing is too much even for an evil mastermind like him. He pushes up his sunglasses, revealing golden eyes that glint like a maniac’s because that’s just how villains’ eyes are described.

“Shit, bro, you scared me. I haven’t even fully finished my shifting process yet.”

“I’m pretty sure that takes only a second, boy. Now, raise your arms up and surrender.”

And so help him, because Every nearly does that, but remembers that he is an important CEO and doesn’t need to follow everyone’s orders.

By the way, since he is supposedly the CEO and all, shouldn’t he be busy tapping on Excel spreadsheets and making money?

We’ve never even seen this guy hold up a pen.

Man, we don’t even know if he can write at all.