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EPISODE 2: Jillion Jam

Time for the Jillion Jam!

The chapter itself explained it all, correct?

The sea raged wild; jammed packed with the snappy-headed squid jimmies of Kal'Maro. Perched on The Bearded Eel's bow, Ricven counted one too many squirming limbs. They wobbled like mad stalks across the raging ocean bed, touching the sky in their snaky ways—pulsating pillars straight from the murky depths! The tentacles topped the sea—miles beyond. Their bone-capped heads shrieked and snapped the drizzling air, livid against the dark thunderous heavens.

The scramming pirates at Ricven's back shrilled the end; the beginning of an end so hackneyed that the only capable figure stomaching such sea-book terrors faced its wrath—cool upon the sturdy ship's tip. Ricven sized the ocean jacket of tentacles. No sweat to his critical musings. To him, they were nothing more than a mucous forest of vein-strewn launching racks awaiting his feet—like a fierce ninja hopping trees in the saturating storm.

Fuming. Bloodthirsty. Wetter than wet trees.

The blistering anger of Kal'Maro unleashed its fury, hot with dire cross! Its eldritch rage must be quelled, and Ricven arrived on this world with a solution. Crush the sea fiend's wretched ire, he must, or watch the world suffer the grip of a planet-breaking cosmic horror—jaw breaker candy style!

Ricven seen enough. Right on time, too. A squid limb swung his way—like a freight train—and he hurdled from the ship's ornamental edge. His ride arrived. Ricven jabbed Edge Breaker into its stocky stalk and cruised that gangly thing right into the sky.

He worked the force of that limb to his advantage. It whipped high and Ricven vaulted forward. He skipped from limb to limb then, climbing each until one final hurl rendered him into a vicious pirouette shaving air and rain. Razor beams of burning blue escaped his blade. The broad arcs sliced forward—sundering the unlucky arms of Kal'Maro.

The beast cried below.

Ecstatic. Thrilled. Ricven found himself in a torrid monster bash...or sea in this case. His excitement topped off. These limbs far irate than Cicily's encounter. These limbs failed to get a bite out of Ricven, too. He severed their heads on a killing spree—super guillotine! Heads rolled. Flesh-poles floundered. And with each head fallen, another took its place. Swift from the choppy seas, new limbs pierced the rain. Their jaws agape like horrendous snakes, and their little maw feelers squealed like little hell piggies!

One of the heads almost caught Ricven good. He just axed his latest victim when another mouthy tendril shot its beak ajar to crush Ricven within. It got lucky. It chomped him whole.

Only for a moment.

Its jaw slammed shut. Its throat eviscerated. Ricven ruptured the tendril-beast's gullet inside out. The head launched gruesome into the frigid sky, and collided with the descent of another wailing for Ricven.

Its head as well divided from its shaft, followed by a great mass of boisterous tentacles dead set on bombarding there hated foe alive. As if every one of those snap-dragon stems could get a juicy piece of that firm Sepian ass!

Ricven be damned. He air-charged them all. Head on. Edge Breaker ready. They never laid beaks on him.

Ricven vaulted over the horde, and in a leggy sprint, descended their many limbs. To his surprise, a cannonade of mucus-filled seeds discharged from the tendrils' surface. His blade spun—propeller style! The seeds met his blender move. Perfection at this point could not be beat, but when several untouched eggs hatched like grenades, a large gang of mini squid beasts pounced right on a shock-cursed Ricven. He couldn't even get the words out.

So much for the ole perfected blender move. He shouldn't have ceased.

The mini cretins latched and piled him down. Their attempt to deter his advance ruthless. Their slimy little tentacles hugged him with slobbery love as they embraced him from face to foot.