Fever straddled Vis, his hands pressing down flat against the invisible body.
"Let me see you!" he demanded, releasing a burst of heat. Vis cried out and crystallised. Fever immediately stripped him then hauled Vis' feet into the air, flipping him face down again, into a Boston Crab.
"Try quaking now," Crunch growled, "and I'll rip your arms out their sockets."
Quake winced knowing that a sudden strong rumble from him could cause his shoulders to dislocate just as easily as a light vibration would give Crunch the impetus to dislocate them deliberately.
Crunch held him tight, no longer punishing Quake's aching body. He was awaiting further instructions. The only thing now that moved was Crunch's impatient cock jabbing against Quake's arse.
He pulled himself free and tore at Brains' pants, throwing the prize toward Seduction. He yanked his own pants off as Brain's climbed to his feet and charged him. They tumbled a few steps, grappling and Brains brought a knee into O'Shay's hip. O'Shay jerked away instinctively and Brains used that moment to throw him off balance and slip behind O'Shay to pin his arms behind him.
Brain's yelped as O'Shay pulled free and grabbed at him, throwing him across the room. Brains staggered, losing his footing and sliding along the ground, landing only a few feet in front of Seduction himself. He fought back the tears that suddenly welled in his eyes. His arm was on fire where the scrape across the floor had torn away flesh and left a matrix of dark red droplets in its wake.
He rolled onto his other arm and began rising to his feet, but O'Shay was suddenly by his side and kicking him down, pinning him with a foot on his chest.
Brains saw the change of expression and turned to look at Seduction. His eyes widened and his head filled with a horrifying snapshot of the next few seconds.
He heard his own cry like a voice at half speed as O'Shay stumbled backwards in a slow motion dance. Brains raised his arms to protect his head but they took an eternity to get there. With all his superior intelligence, he could never have predicted the fury that suddenly erupted and, God help him, he was right in the path of it…