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The frog went down, twitching, tongue coiled like a dead snake.
Naaro, more strategic, had taken to climbing a support pillar. With precise throws, she launched poisoned needles into the crowd.
"Left flank!" she yelled. "They're flanking with flanking tongues!"
Kai grimaced. "How many times are we going to say 'tongue' today?"
Akayoroi was a storm. With her extended claws sharp, she danced through the frogs like lightning. One dared try to grab her waist. She punched him before the frog could grab her.
"Yes, punch me—!" the frog croaked in ecstasy before fainting. His tongue flopped out like a sad noodle.
She turned and hissed, "Disgusting."
Kroak'thul finally landed at the back, tongue rolling out and slapping the ground. He roared, "You dare resist the Tongue Legion?!"
Kai pointed at him. "You dare call yourself that? How cringe!"
"Silence!" Kroak'thul threw a wave of toxic gas forward. A swirling gust of swampy aura smashed into the chamber.
