They said that you'd probably need to sweat out any excess energy." I just stared at him, not believing what I was hearing. Our first groupies? Ha-ha,... what a cool thought that was. "Send em in then," I said, my head-ache miraculously gone. "Ahhh man, I dunno," Gregg, our bassist said. "I don't think I have any excess energy left to sweat out." "How many are there?" I asked the guy, stopping him just as he was about to leave. "Five," he replied, looking at each of our faces. I half think I was. Then his lips settled into a thin, fierce line. He closed the book, then set the book down, and said, quietly. “I must have words with the high priest.” He stood, and I stood with him, drawing out the sword of his ancestor from my pack. I set it in his palms. Now, the only emotion that showed on the First Acolyte’s face was pure gratitude. He closed his grip on the hilt, tightening so fiercely that his weather tanned knuckles turned white. “Come with me,” he said, his voice husky as he turned,. She was big enough to have front and back paws each side of his lap. But then she shimmered and was, once more, Kat. Except ... she was quite naked and stretched across his lap. She twisted and was sitting – on a rapidly burgeoning erection – in his arms. “The only problem with that transformation,” she smiled, “doesn’t work with clothes.”He swallowed, audibly. “Kat ... my dear ... I would be a fool to complain, but...”Sitting in his lap, she was almost eye to eye. “I’m not body-shy, but I know. ''And what......Lose? I'm here to Win Fang-Face, Let it..........Rip!!!!!!!!!!'' Says Lyncoln, the last piece of the Sentence and Launches his bey at the same Moment as Kyoya, who Say's Let it Rip, with just as much Force and Passion as Lyncoln.Their Beys Exchange Blows, but with Each Blow Kyoya's Leone Makes Against Lyncoln's Serpent, it's Rubber Spin Track saps Leone of Stamina and Slows it's Rotation. ''Admirable, not many People can Last this Long with Pure Skill against My Leone.'' Says.