"Oh no you don't!" Karyn, Zoe, and I jumped towards the pair, but a rippling force-field had formed, keeping us out.
Right then, Sarah closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. Leaning in, she lay her head on the demoness's shoulder. "Biff, I'm so sorry."
The insanity in Biff's face faltered, and she gasped, "Sarah No " The force-field started to flicker. "I I can't "
"Jon! Now's your chance! Do something!" Zoe shouted.
"Me!? Why me!? Why don't you do something?"
"We're trying!" Karyn replied, swinging her staff against the invisible barrier for good measure. "But you're the strongest of us! Now that the force-field is weakened, your weapon might be able to break through!"
"What weapon? How do I do this?"
"Smoosh your breasts together!"
I blinked for a good three heartbeats. "S-seriously?"
"Hey, don't blame us. That's how it is for you! Just do it!"
Quickly, I reached up and shoved my C-cups together, forming a massive cleavage between them. Oddly, a light played along the fleshy crack, and I felt a tingle coming from the spot. Curious, I let go to allow my feminine protrusions to swing back into place, umcovering an ornate handle jutted out from my sternum. Grabbing the handle, I brought it out and watched as a blade followed. On and on, the metal emerged from my chest until the tip slid free, leaving only a lingering warmth in its wake.
I gawked at the sword in my hand. How in the world did that fit inside me!? With a deep breath, I concentrated on the business at hand. Lifting my weapon easily, I brought it down on the force-field with all my strength, cutting a long gash in its side big enough for me to enter.
Running up to the girl and demoness, I could see sweat pouring down both their brows. "J-Jon don't kill him please!" Sarah begged between breaths. Even with Biff's hesitation, her tail still constricted around the cheerleader's waist.
Biff shuddered, still fighting a battle inside her own head. "It's okay do it. I can't stop the attack for long. You must stop me instead."
I glanced up at the arcing electric bolt twisting between her hands, trying to come to a decision. Time was of the essence.
