==========> Introduce the Prophetic Ten

Isare frowned deeply.

"Can someone just hold him down." He deadpanned.

"Bane, let her go," demanded Tef. Fenrir scoffed at the lot of them, waving his hand.

"The only one who's gonna hold me down is a hot girl--and she'll be doing it cowgirl style, ya dig?"

Leatrix growled. "I'll hold him down alright."

Isare passed to her a small, green cube. "Make him eat it."

She shrugged, and as Bane let her go, she stroll over to Fenrir, pouncing on him when she got close and attempting to shove the cube into his mouth.

Ferir shoved her hand away, glaring.

"Whoa, whoa, chica--the fuck're you doing? Date rape drugs are something men use."

She insisted on trying to shove it into his mouth anyway, with no real success.

"JUST FUCKING EAT IT AND I'LL DO YOU, HOW ABOUT THAT?!" She screamed, becoming incredibly frustrated.

He shrugged.

"Okay, baby, whatever you say." He held out his hand, grinning suggestively.

She handed it to him.

"Eat. It. And then I'll give you the night of your life, alright?"

He swallowed it, making a big show of winking cheesily.

She sighed in relief.

"Isare, what's it gonna do to him?" She called to him.

"Knock him out." He said cheerily. "We'll tie him up and then carry him with us. At the least, we should get an inn tonight."

By the time Fenrir had gathered enough of his wits to say "What", he was already unconscious.

"Let's go, then." Isare said, smiling.

"We've got everyone together..." Euphraxia looked increasingly excited. "I'm so happy~~ We can rest now...and set out tomorrow..."