#flex?

Thank you @tracle0 for tagging me, you found good words and left good words to find, those words being:  trudge, flee, flex, brush and blight

Lets see how we did shall we?

Trudge

None, mermaids don’t have feet, they don’t trudge anywhere. Off to a great start

Flee

Also none, my characters aren’t fuckin cowards

Flex

None--okay so literally all of the fle- starting words either end with a W or an SH Trade, so you had two options and chose none of them. Good job

Blight

Trade you’re really bad at this

Brush

since this is LITERALLY THE ONLY WORD IN THE LIST I COULD FIND you get a longer snippety, and one you’ve never seen before, so good job, well done, you failed so well you got rewarded for it

“Ness--” The spear dug deeper into Tatum’s throat, cutting him off. 

“Shut up, Slicker,” the pale syreni said. 

“You’re one to talk, Sharps, you’re deep in the trench now,” said the short syreni holding Loch, who now had his wrists tied to the end of his tail. 

“I ain’t Marianas just yet, you bag of bones,” Sharps snarled. They turned back to Tatum with a wide grin. “I’m just dancing on the edge, friend. When I’m sucked down they’ll know, I’ll be bringin’ them all down with me. We can dance in the dark together.” 

“Just kill him Sharps, we’re wasting time,” Nessie said. “I want this guppy back before Aeris comes to get his fighters.” 

“You sure I can't keep this one, Nex?” said the one holding Art. She wrapped her tail around his waist, brushing her fingers down his ribs, which had a faint shadow under each one now. “I’ve been getting a bit bored with my other girl, I figure a pretty boy like him would be a nice change, don’t you think?”

Rage crawled up Tatum’s neck like bubbles in boiling water, and before he could think twice he threw his palm into the side of the spear. It dragged through his gills before shattering, slicing deep through the scars already there, but all he could feel was the feverish anger in his chest, like electricity running through his veins. 

He darted towards Art, grabbing the wrist of the woman holding a knife to his throat, and twisting hard until he heard a sharp snap. She released Art with a howl of pain, and Art ducked out of the way just in time before Tatum slammed his fist into her nose, a satisfying crunch beneath his knuckles.

i mean, thanks for helping me carry my wire out (since i let you use it) but if i tell you to just take one section of the center pole, just take one friggin section. i'm not gonna be impressed by the fact that you can carry two, especially when you have to set the ends of them down in the back of my car right in the way of where i'm trying to put the end stand cause they got too heavy. i can carry both of them as well, it's not an impressive feat. it is, however, somewhat miserable, which is why i told you not to do it.