Flanz - Fae weakness to metal

Jay jumped up. This time he took with him the jacket under which he hid, including the metal zipper, and brought that zipper straight into the cat's face.

Expecting a yowl, he received a sizzle. It started soft, lost amid the animal cries, and for a few seconds Jay remained within the burrow of his jacket thinking that the brief point of contact between the zipper and the cat's face wasn't enough to do any serious damage regardless of what effects metal had on fairies. But the sizzle continued, it grew louder, more intense. Jay scurried to the neck of his jacket and poked his head out cautiously to watch what happened next.

A charcoal line, like a grill mark, spread vertically up the cat's face. It seared its chin and nose. Scent of burning fur overwhelmed the fruit and flowers and only when the sizzling streak spread to split apart the skin and drop thick strands of blood the consistency of broth did the cat-fairy comprehend its suffering and loose the yowl Jay expected. Skull shone through, white bone bleached without a trace of blood as the liquid transformed to steam and the edges of the wound cauterized.

Past the cat Jay also discovered the source of the horrific squelching noises he heard previously. Many of Flanz-le-Flore's animals lay slumped or writhing, stuck by shiny little needles that caught the gleam of the sunlight above, their howls morphing from animalistic to those of souls in Hell as the flesh dissolved where the pins stuck and the pins slowly slid deeper inside their liquefying bone. Towering within a plume of Olliebollen's pixie dust, Sansaime stood, her head tilted down so her hood covered her entirely, her hands spread with more of the shiny pins balanced on her fingertips. Jay wasn't sure if it was Olliebollen's dust, the complete concealment of skin, or some property of the cloak that prevented Flanz-le-Flore from transmogrifying her. Didn't matter. A bear, a wolf, a lioness rushed at her in a coordinated attack and with only the slightest motions she sent her pins into their faces, which promptly began to bubble.

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