Like a boomerang, Bethel launched her great sword through the mass of blue, with its lingering [Blazing] it severed limbs and horns like butter, albeit, this boomerang didn't return.
With her heart pounding away, filled with adrenaline and mana that enriched her system, and with Clam transferring all injuries and pain to himself, Bethel felt invincible, unstoppable and unbeatable no matter the enemy. Having received plenty of tough-guidance from both the duke and the saintess, her mana efficiency and proficiency now allowed her to instantly notice foreign mana converging throughout their limbs and weapons. Particularly, their forefoot, as both HP and MP transferred from their dragonic hearts, funnelling into a chaotic mixture upon their foot before erupting out like a shot gun, tearing through both air and friendly regardless of their desires.
Whilst being assaulted by such offensive abilities would destroy the lesser man, Bethel was highly confident in both Clam's ability to protect her, and the gift from the duke. [Mirror Blade]
Having never faced an opponent that could send their own bread and butter skills back like a tennis match, the swarm of sharks failed to devour the prey that was swimming amongst their kind.
With [Unstoppable] cock blocking their attempts to stun and disarm the woman that was butchering their kind into sushi, the chaotic sea of blue continued to swarm around like headless chickens, finding it incredibly frightening that their usual appetizer, snacks, the humans were capable of fighting back to such capacity.
With their horde mentality in shambles, with clear cut order or sovereign to command them with an iron fist, Bethel soon found herself within a spacious and empty ground, if one ignored the limbs and corpses she had personally decorated the deadlands with.
Utilizing the moment to catch her breath, to calm the raging BPM of her heart to a more controlled degree, a sudden chill spread across her back as her muscles instinctively twitched.
The same dekan that had innately sent fear into the hearts of Rosemi and her men calmly entered the spacious arena. Within his claw, was a headless dekan, another poor sod that he had randomly picked up to snack upon. With his mindset shifted, changed from seeing their own god descend and obliterate them, the dekan no longer believed in the kingdom, but only cared about the individual, himself.
"Human, you look quite, strong... And tasty." In a deep voice filled with bass that sent further chills into Bethel's back, she instantly readied her position for combat.
"Bella- Bethel, my name's Bethel." The [Hero] once more ignited [Blazing] through her sword, wielding it in a two handed grip for greater strength and stability. "You are but a stepping stone, an obstacle that I must overcome!"
"Rokka Mal." Throwing the dekan corpse aside, and watching as his energies were both renewed and supplemented by absorbing his brethren's heart, his sharp fangs appeared as joy filled his face. "Funny, I was sure that you were my stepping stone, to godhood..."
With no signal to finalize their exchange, the two pounced towards their targets, sword met claws as round-house kick met scales. With aggression on par with a lion's Bethel continued to utilize her smaller and faster frame to dip and dodge the larger foe's claws and maws. Whilst greatly unconventional, due to her being in extreme close-quarters, her sword became more of a deterrence that was in both of the fighter's way whilst she upper-cutted the dekan's obliques.
With the use of her [Storage] she kept pulling out daggers and leaving them punctured within the gaps of his abdominal muscles and scales. Finding great success, as Rokka's blue blood spilt and slathered her pink hair like octopus ink, she began to wield a unique weapon in which she had chanced upon within Par'Talucca.
A knuckle-duster that was designed with inch long daggers upon each knuckle. With such an unorthodox weapon, every punch she landed left another four gaping holes that continued to bleed out like faucets.
Acknowledging the fact that his body was slowing down, rapidly cooling in temperature due to the blood lost, as if he were entering hibernation, Rokka recklessly spun in an attempt to repel his foe, slipping and falling in the process as his blood as churned and mixed into the dirt below, turning it into sloppy mud.
From the ground, the dekan intently observed her every step as she circled around him and the pool of mud. Seeing as he had fallen, he didn't see the same wouldn't occur to her, with such thoughts, he waited for her to advance when something incredibly hard and strong latched around his neck like a viper, uncaring of the horns and spikes that naturally protected it.
"Clam, nice to meet you too!"
In a rear-naked choke, with his arms locked into each other as his biceps flexed and greatly tightened with mana, crushing the delicate neck. Clam also wrapped his legs around Rokka's chest, ignoring the little stubby spikes that were puncturing through his leather and into his flesh. As a body builder who had accidentally dropped 50 KG dumbbells onto himself time and time again, the little tingling pain in which coursed his now was nothing in comparison.
With a random human's weight adding its entire mass onto its head and cutting off his oxygen supply, his legs, tail and claws flailed around in a desperate ploy that was ultimately futile as it only ended up causing the sticky mud below to cover his face and relinquish him of both sight and smell.
Having coordinated with Clam, Bethel instantly launched herself in as spears skewered the dekan by the joints upon its limbs, all before she mounted the dekan with a knee, and began to perform an assault of 100 knuckle-duster punches to its chest. Turning it into tender minced meat, ready to be cooked. Even after Rokka had stopped flailing its claws and feet around, Bethel didn't stop until she could visually see his heart stop beating.
In fact, she was so lost in battle-fever and adrenaline, Clam was extremely close to suplexing her off the dekan. Only after a single elbow landed upon the man's face did her clarity return, as her lungs desired air, and her muscles required blood.
"It's over, it's okay now. We won. Look."
Following the man's finger, the world resumed its course, and began to spin again as the sounds of applause flooded in.
The army was victorious, successful in killing the dekan army and already cheering as Bethel and Clam equally concluded their fight.
..
"Did Asai ever fight like that?" Violet couldn't help but ask, after having watched Bethel go off on a literal rampage.
"I-I don't think so..."
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[Bethel: Lvl 83->85]
[HP: 160 MP:130]
[Title: Hero]
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[Violet: Lvl 85->86]
[HP: 100 MP:100]
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[Chloe Bedevere: Lvl 90]
[HP: 100 MP:125]
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[Clam: Lvl 78->80]
[HP:125 MP:100]
[Skills unlocked:]
[Offensive Bastion]
Successful shield blocks returns 25% of damage received to source as true, prior to damage drop calculations.
Like a boomerang, Bethel launched her great sword through the mass of blue, with its lingering [Blazing] it severed limbs and horns like butter, albeit, this boomerang didn't return.
With her heart pounding away, filled with adrenaline and mana that enriched her system, and with Clam transferring all injuries and pain to himself, Bethel felt invincible, unstoppable and unbeatable no matter the enemy. Having received plenty of tough-guidance from both the duke and the saintess, her mana efficiency and proficiency now allowed her to instantly notice foreign mana converging throughout their limbs and weapons. Particularly, their forefoot, as both HP and MP transferred from their dragonic hearts, funnelling into a chaotic mixture upon their foot before erupting out like a shot gun, tearing through both air and friendly regardless of their desires.
Whilst being assaulted by such offensive abilities would destroy the lesser man, Bethel was highly confident in both Clam's ability to protect her, and the gift from the duke. [Mirror Blade]
Having never faced an opponent that could send their own bread and butter skills back like a tennis match, the swarm of sharks failed to devour the prey that was swimming amongst their kind.
With [Unstoppable] cock blocking their attempts to stun and disarm the woman that was butchering their kind into sushi, the chaotic sea of blue continued to swarm around like headless chickens, finding it incredibly frightening that their usual appetizer, snacks, the humans were capable of fighting back to such capacity.
With their horde mentality in shambles, with clear cut order or sovereign to command them with an iron fist, Bethel soon found herself within a spacious and empty ground, if one ignored the limbs and corpses she had personally decorated the deadlands with.
Utilizing the moment to catch her breath, to calm the raging BPM of her heart to a more controlled degree, a sudden chill spread across her back as her muscles instinctively twitched.
The same dekan that had innately sent fear into the hearts of Rosemi and her men calmly entered the spacious arena. Within his claw, was a headless dekan, another poor sod that he had randomly picked up to snack upon. With his mindset shifted, changed from seeing their own god descend and obliterate them, the dekan no longer believed in the kingdom, but only cared about the individual, himself.
"Human, you look quite, strong... And tasty." In a deep voice filled with bass that sent further chills into Bethel's back, she instantly readied her position for combat.
"Bella- Bethel, my name's Bethel." The [Hero] once more ignited [Blazing] through her sword, wielding it in a two handed grip for greater strength and stability. "You are but a stepping stone, an obstacle that I must overcome!"
"Rokka Mal." Throwing the dekan corpse aside, and watching as his energies were both renewed and supplemented by absorbing his brethren's heart, his sharp fangs appeared as joy filled his face. "Funny, I was sure that you were my stepping stone, to godhood..."
With no signal to finalize their exchange, the two pounced towards their targets, sword met claws as round-house kick met scales. With aggression on par with a lion's Bethel continued to utilize her smaller and faster frame to dip and dodge the larger foe's claws and maws. Whilst greatly unconventional, due to her being in extreme close-quarters, her sword became more of a deterrence that was in both of the fighter's way whilst she upper-cutted the dekan's obliques.
With the use of her [Storage] she kept pulling out daggers and leaving them punctured within the gaps of his abdominal muscles and scales. Finding great success, as Rokka's blue blood spilt and slathered her pink hair like octopus ink, she began to wield a unique weapon in which she had chanced upon within Par'Talucca.
A knuckle-duster that was designed with inch long daggers upon each knuckle. With such an unorthodox weapon, every punch she landed left another four gaping holes that continued to bleed out like faucets.
Acknowledging the fact that his body was slowing down, rapidly cooling in temperature due to the blood lost, as if he were entering hibernation, Rokka recklessly spun in an attempt to repel his foe, slipping and falling in the process as his blood as churned and mixed into the dirt below, turning it into sloppy mud.
From the ground, the dekan intently observed her every step as she circled around him and the pool of mud. Seeing as he had fallen, he didn't see the same wouldn't occur to her, with such thoughts, he waited for her to advance when something incredibly hard and strong latched around his neck like a viper, uncaring of the horns and spikes that naturally protected it.
"Clam, nice to meet you too!"
In a rear-naked choke, with his arms locked into each other as his biceps flexed and greatly tightened with mana, crushing the delicate neck. Clam also wrapped his legs around Rokka's chest, ignoring the little stubby spikes that were puncturing through his leather and into his flesh. As a body builder who had accidentally dropped 50 KG dumbbells onto himself time and time again, the little tingling pain in which coursed his now was nothing in comparison.
With a random human's weight adding its entire mass onto its head and cutting off his oxygen supply, his legs, tail and claws flailed around in a desperate ploy that was ultimately futile as it only ended up causing the sticky mud below to cover his face and relinquish him of both sight and smell.
Having coordinated with Clam, Bethel instantly launched herself in as spears skewered the dekan by the joints upon its limbs, all before she mounted the dekan with a knee, and began to perform an assault of 100 knuckle-duster punches to its chest. Turning it into tender minced meat, ready to be cooked. Even after Rokka had stopped flailing its claws and feet around, Bethel didn't stop until she could visually see his heart stop beating.
In fact, she was so lost in battle-fever and adrenaline, Clam was extremely close to suplexing her off the dekan. Only after a single elbow landed upon the man's face did her clarity return, as her lungs desired air, and her muscles required blood.
"It's over, it's okay now. We won. Look."
Following the man's finger, the world resumed its course, and began to spin again as the sounds of applause flooded in.
The army was victorious, successful in killing the dekan army and already cheering as Bethel and Clam equally concluded their fight.
..
"Did Asai ever fight like that?" Violet couldn't help but ask, after having watched Bethel go off on a literal rampage.
"I-I don't think so..."
-
[Bethel: Lvl 83->85]
[HP: 160 MP:130]
[Title: Hero]
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[Violet: Lvl 85->86]
[HP: 100 MP:100]
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[Chloe Bedevere: Lvl 90]
[HP: 100 MP:125]
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[Clam: Lvl 78->80]
[HP:125 MP:100]
[Skills unlocked:]
[Offensive Bastion]
Successful shield blocks returns 25% of damage received to source as true, prior to damage drop calculations.
