The sacrifice

"Hey, you must feel right at home here, sharkface," Lori said, clapping Ez on the shoulder.

"Why is that?" Ez asked, he forgot about his shark like mouth some times, even when reminded of it it sometimes completely slipped his mind

She poked his teeth.

Ez play bites at her

Callahan is glad he never had kids, as he assumes this is what two shitty todlers were like; he rents a large fishing boat

She pulled her hand back, feigning offence. "How could you? You Know I have a fear of biting!"

After hours of tedious sailing through an ominous mist  an island begins to come into view in the distance, an island with lush jungles and lots of wooden coastal hats and shacks, the only building that didn't look like a dump was the ominous stone temple deeper in.

Lori missed her home. She found a corner in which to be antisocial.

Ez followed her to that corner ruining her antisocial time

Callahan was doing a final check of his revolver to make sure it was in working order "Ok when we land shoot first ask questions later got  it?"

She gave him a thumbs up before sticking her tongue out at ex

Ez jumps on her giving her a noogie

She stomped on his foot.

Ez falls over "Ow"

She pointed and laughed

Ezrune kicked her shin

She stomped on his leg.

"Ow stop!" Ez yelped

"Ha, baby," She smirked.

"Can you two take this a little seriously?" Callahan asked

"I just want to kick some ass dude," She said.

"Well here's your  chance..." Callahan said as they pulled into dock, angry people with scales and/or green skin were standing around the boat with pitchforks, daggers, and stuff, in creepy cult robes.

She strolled out, all confidence, shooting them all a bright smile. "Sup."

A thrown dagger hits her shoulder from the crowd

She growled, ripping the blade from her arm and pouncing on someone ready to claw their throat out with either the dagger or her teeth.

Callahan blowing off the heads of people trying to lunge at her, and Ez frying people with lightning is the only thing that keeps her from being overwhelmed and stabbed to death

She cared not; the only thing that mattered was the smell of blood and where the next blow landed.