"Bologue! I'm going to kill you! You bastard!"
"Well, things have already happened, why not just accept them calmly? How about we have a nice chat?"
The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid forged into sharp Fist Blades, and Bologue punched Aimou on the shoulder, trying to dismantle her limbs.
Metal clashed against metal, igniting dazzling sparks. Aimou raised her hands with difficulty, tussling with Bologue, like two wild cats fighting fiercely. When punching wasn't effective, she used her claws to scratch at Bologue.
Bologue screamed miserably, but seemed joyful in his cries. Yet, after a few rounds, it was evident Bologue had the upper hand.
Aimou was fierce, but both of her hands were tightly locked by Bologue using the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. After several struggles, she simply couldn't break free from the restraints.
