So long as his armor’s in place, there’s not much else we can do to him.” Varian took pride in the scream of frustration his mother let out at the mandrake’s words. She coldcocked the mandrake hard enough to send him straight to the ground before she raked her nails down Varian’s swollen cheek. He hissed from the pain but refused to make any other sound in response. Her eyes snapping fire, she turned on the other mandrake, who cringed in fear of what she’d do to him. Cupping himself, he took three steps back and had to stop as he collided with the wall. It was enough to make Varian laugh. Which only made her angrier. “Fetch a crowbar, jaws of life, can opener, I don’t care what you have to do, I want that armor off him!” she ordered the one standing mandrake. The dark-haired mandrake nodded quickly before he ran from the room and Narishka’s reach while the blond mandrake was still in a fetal position in the corner, cupping himself. Varian spat the blood from his mouth onto the floor.
