Sometimes a Stabbing can

“Good job sniffing out this fish stink, Raccoon.” Dream praised. It felt and sounded hollow. “Where’s the rest of the Syndicate? You guys don’t travel alone. And if you do, the rest of your rotten crew won’t be too far behind.”Syren shrugged. “Can’t say for sure. They’re off running a small errand. But you and I can hopefully have an adult conversation until they get back.”Tommy backed up as Dream unsheathed his twin knives, the dark obsidian blades soaking up the light from the fire. Tommy trembled.“I’m sure if you sing loud enough, I’m sure your precious Crow Father will hear you.”“There’s no need for that.” A voice called from above. All eyes went upward, to where Crow Father had perched himself on an empty flagpole. Tommy could see the smirk he wore, the only feature visible from underneath his shadow cowl. His wings stretched out like shadows as he launched upward, landing in a crouch beside Syren.“You guys are going to party without me?”Shit. Tommy whirled around, eyes wide as Ares melted out of the shadows. His muscles were just as big as last time, and he held his two swords in his ginormous hands.The entire Syndicate was present. shit