Shit!
Barely dodging the bloody whip, Elinare leapt back towards the collapsed skyscraper, wincing at the pain the cut arm had brought her. "What the fuck is that!? This ain't how it's supposed to be like!? You're supposed to squelch like little Piggos and be turned into mincemeat, not fight against me and beat the shit out of me! And these attacks, are you supposed to be some sort of Vampire– HOLY CRAP!!!"
Agilely dodging the 'blood' bullets launched at her, Elinare brushed her arms, cracking her knuckles. "What? Catiks got your tongue? Am I right? Doesn't matter, with the blessing of my beloved, I CAN STILL SQUASH YOU LIKE THE BUG YOU ARE WHETHER YOU BE STRONGER THAN ME OR NOT, SO BRING IT ON!"
Conjuring an ancient broadsword made of 'blood' (at this point, Natsuki couldn't but agree more with their foe– she IS lookingmore and more like a vampire, not that he minds anyway...), Vylara charged forth, engaging with Elinare once again, this time without any of the restraints that constrained her.
"Bring it on, you blasted, motherfucking, cock-sucking, mysandrical, loose-holed bitch!"
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Shwing!
Clang!
Boom!
Standing to the side, Natsuki could only watch, with mouth wide open, at the cataclysmic battle being fought before him. Vylara, with each swing, conjured deep-red aura blades, slicing through the air, chopping everything in its way, as it cleaved towards the very modern-looking goth-bitch (A goth done right is one hell of a chick!– 18-year ex Galgame connoisseur, current Hero). Usually, with the amount of aura blades present in the air, Natsuki expected no one to survive the attack unscathed; yet, astoundingly, the enemy was not unscathed; she even had the audacity to taunt her foes back!
"Hah, is that the best you can do! My dildo does more damage than you, and it ain't even a weapon– ACKKK!"
Bringing forth strength from who knows where, Vylara, with eyes so red that Natsuki swore he saw fire in them, swung her sword in a manner reminiscent of a berserker, cleaving Elinare's (or that's what her name is) right arm right off her shoulder. Watching it dissolve as it fell through the air, Vylara let out a deep breath.
"Hah! Take my 'Sword Of The', uh, 'Free'. Yeah, 'Sword Of The Free'!"
You just made it up right now!
Ignoring the tsukkomi, Vylara, taking the chance that her foe was stunned in place, conjured all the liquid around her into one giant spherical ball. Before the awestruck eyes of Natsuki and Elinare, it shapeshifted into one gigantic demonic arm.
What on Nirton is that– wait, aren't I supposed to be dodging that– AARRRGGHHH!!!
"Take this, you foul-mouthed little shit! GIGANTO FORMANO!"
With a gigantic swing, the arm came barreling down, smashing Elinare right through the building she was perched on, melting glass and flesh into one...
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Damn it, damn it, damn it! If I don't quickly get up, I'll fail Lord Ingan's mission, and by then, forget about being the last in place to sleep with him; I might not even keep my life! Heck, even Adamus–
Wait, who is he?
Damn it, I should forget about that loser! I mean, sure, he was kinder, softer, always remembered my birthday...
Ah?
Ahhhhh...?
AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
W-w-what have I done? What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE!?
Ahhhhh! Why, why did I do that! Why did I say almost those stupid things, do all those stupid things, felt joy doing those stupid things!?
AAAHHH!!!
AAAHHHHHH!!!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please...
Please forgive me, my beloved