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Screamers Job 6: Part 17

Flea had seen what was coming, and grabbed hold of the key. Her initial intention had been simply to shelter under it, but then Ash chucked it, and that was even better (outside of getting knocked around some as it skittered across the floor). She wasn’t too worried about Ash. The Meowth could take a hit, and besides, that fat flying Raichu had been on top of her and ought to take the brunt of the hurt from the statue monster things. Speaking of, Flea glanced back towards them from her hiding place beneath the key. Since delivering that final blow, even the tallest one had collapsed, falling forward in a pile of worn stone, the bright orange lines and cracks that had marked its surface cooling to gray. Good. That was good. But even sprawled on the ground, the hulking body of the thing still blocked her view of Ash. “Ah, good.” Flea jolted as she felt the key suddenly shifted above her, claws closing around it. She jumped to grab back onto it as the key was lifted upwards. The