“I could’ve used that information five seconds ago!” He shrugged. “She doesn’t usually rig the trails. Anyway, they’re nonlethal.” “Hah!” Heronimo said. “So these are nonlethal wooden stakes?” “Can’t breathe.” Minos said.“Man, you rang like a gong,” I said. I teleported out of the snare, but forgot to reorient myself and landed on my head. “Ow!” Rich feminine laughter echoed through the trees. “A little help?” Heronimo said. “Kind if pinned here.” I was getting to my feet when I was surrounded by wood elves. They carried bows and boar spears and didn’t look friendly, despite all of them being women. Heronimo pulled himself out of the hole. He was bleeding from a dozen punctures but he sounded more amazed than hurt. “Did I lose too much blood? We seem to have been ambushed by bikini elves.” “I’m seeing it,” Minos said. “They should be ashamed!” More feminine laughter—and then the Witch of Deepwood stepped out of hiding. She was tall and red-haired.
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