Chapter 228 - 229: You? With your little toy?
"So you’re the one," the first man said, stepping forward with a heavy, predatory smirk. His voice was gravel and pride, like someone who’d spent too much time feeling important in swamps. "The one they keep whispering about. The so-called goddess who creates strange things."
Isabella blinked, looked him up and down slowly, and made a face like someone just shoved sour goat meat into her nose. "No offense—actually, full offense—but did you crawl here?"
The man’s face darkened for a second before the other one next to him spoke up.
The second man chuckled, his grin too wide, teeth uneven like he chewed stones for breakfast. "Well, she is beautiful. Too beautiful, in fact. Too perfect, isn’t she? I can’t wait to claim her."
Isabella’s soul left her body for half a second.
"Claim me?" she repeated, her voice rising with every syllable. "CLAIM ME?! Sir, if you take another step toward me, I swear on everything sacred, I will vomit so hard it becomes a weapon. I would rather dissolve in slime than be touched by a crusty toenail like you!"
The first man squinted, confused. "...Toenail?"
"Yes, toenail!" she snapped, pointing an accusatory finger. "Look at yourself. Scar everywhere, hair matted like you’ve been kissing trees, and breath—oh God, I can smell you from here. I’d rather die. Just kill me. Take me out, let me rest. Honestly, this whole thing is a hate crime."
The third man, who hadn’t spoken yet, growled. "You’ve got a filthy mouth."
"And you’ve got a filthy everything!" Isabella barked, pressing her palm to her forehead like she was about to faint. "My God, I’m being attacked by the Swamp Avengers."
One of them stepped forward.