Previously on Centaurus: Fey groggily awoke atop a dragoness she had made ruin. Finding her way down from the now quite large Lady she encountered the head maid of the palace who was not impressed with the mess she was making. The head maid, deciding to do something about it, snapped an enchanted golden collar intended to restrain powerful prisoners on the base of Fey's length. The collar prevented Fey from properly relieving herself, only able to release a small sample of her full output at a time. She was only saved from her own body by the many very very eager to help maids.
Now, Chapter 39:
A large blue foot wrapped in a military-style sandal crashed into the door with a thunderous boom.
The door was immediately blown off its hinges, ripping free from the frame and flying through the space on the other side where it hit the opposite wall, the wood splintering as it then fell to the floor, a scatter of dust pluming around the wreck.
"Hey hey hey, do you really think it's a good idea to be messing up her palace more than it already is?"
The owner of the blue foot, a tall Oni woman, turned and glared at her comrade.
"This palace is already beyond salvaging Ryoka, Lady Alexandria's might and size cannot be contained."
The Oni gestured behind her comrade and she turned to see.
The entire far wall of the room they were in was shattered, replaced with a small part of a much larger purple wing.
"I suspect the palace will collapse entirely when she returns to her practical form, her body has replaced much of the supporting walls."
"Yeah, but it might not, and then do you really want to explain to our boss why all the doors in her palace have a large Oni shaped footprint on them? Hmm? Hmm?"
The Oni scowled at her teenaged comrade who flipped her green hair, her yellow eyes meeting that of the Oni's well above hers in cocky defiance.
"We have more to worry about than doors, what if Lady Alexandria is in genuine need?"
The teenager seemed unconcerned by this suggestion and pushed past her.
"Hah! You really think that our boss, a quite literal Dragon, is going to have trouble with anything other than another Dragon Tarra? Or, I don't know, an army dropping on her head?"
"Yes? Is it really so hard to believe this could be an attempt on her life? That riot we were sent to end may merely have been a distraction while the culprits were here at the palace attacking her."
The green haired girl was striding ahead of the Oni who had to move to catch up, but not catching up too close as a large green chameleon tail emerged from the back of the Chameleokin's black unitard, a tail as long as her body that ended in a tight spiral.
The rest of the teenager looked human-like of course, only her yellow eyes giving away the fact she was a kin and not a human, well, that and her natural abilities.
The Chameleokin approached the next door and glanced back at Tarra as if to say 'watch'.
She opened her mouth and an impossibly long tongue darted out like a striking cobra. It latched onto the metal door handle, which was of course locked, and held on, gripping it tight.
Tarra watched in silence. Some time passed with nothing happening.
She crossed her muscular arms in annoyance.
"Well?"
The Chameleokin rolled her eyes, which she was very very good at, and spoke.
"Ihts thake hwun sheckondh."
As she spoke smoke started to curl from the handle, and then more, the metal rapidly starting to dissolve as freshly produced saliva began to liquify the thing.
In moments the metal handle plapped to the ground in a golden blob and she was melting through the rest of the lock.
A few seconds more and then she was removing her unharmed tongue and the door was gently swinging open under its own weight.
The Chameleokin took her tongue and produced a napkin, wiping the special saliva off before she retracted it back into her mouth. She gave the Oni a knowing look.
"A quick temporary saliva adaptation, on and then off. Easy."
"Did you think this is much better you foolish girl? You have destroyed this door as well as my foot would have."
"Nuh-uh, you can still totally use it as a door and that is what matters!"
"It has no handle!"
"Handle schmandle, whatever. C'mon we've got shit to do!"
Aggravated by the cocky nineteen year old Tarra followed her through into the next room of the palace, one which had part of an arm smashed through its center, an arm that blocked them from going further, an arm so thick in diameter that it filled the space floor to ceiling, acting as a wall in its own right.
The perky teenager approached it and tapped her finger on her chin in thought.
"Now how are we to get past this hmm?"
"Can we skip the silly little act please? We both know you can climb it."
The Oni thrust a hand into the dimensional bag on her hip and shoved a coil of rope into the teenager's hands.
"Here, get this up there and I'll climb up too."
"Woah woah woah, you can't just command me like that, I'm number one remember? That means I have superiority over you as we are both Generals!"
The Oni's eye twitched.
It wasn't just that the short Chameleokin was now the most powerful member of Alexandria's legion and most in her favour, no, it was that the stupid girl was only nineteen freaking years old! Her rise since joining the ranks of the legion three years ago had been absolutely meteoric, gaining levels and Skills at an astounding pace.
For Tarra, who was ten years her senior at twenty-nine, it was utterly galling. The fact she had overtaken her, the previous number one, almost didn't seem real.
To put it lightly, she was a once in a decade prodigy, one that when she went to get her Class had temporarily blinded her peers with how brightly her Affinity had shone for the Adaptician Class, a Class uniquely suited to the nature of a Chameleokin.
That didn't really make Tarra feel any better about being the lesser of them though, and her guts squirmed with jealousy.
"Just get on with it." she snapped, turning away.
