Weaponized Coffee

I’ve already hit the ground before Aries launches into the air. The dragons’ frenzied departure stirs the soil, eddies of red rising to surround us. As I draw my daggers, a horn stabs past my head — clearly, my unicorn’s unhappy about the blinding dust-storm.

There. A scrawny form rises from behind the rocks, blood-red spikes jutting from throat and knobbly head.

“Bloody demons.” I hear a rasp as Rach draws her sword.

Rustling sounds as Felicia digs through her stuff-filled bags. “Sun bombs? No. Percolator?”

“Percolator?” I whip my head in her direction. “Going to coffee them to death?”