{Dollzerka's Minions}.
Two Cekx'Appealer appear at my side, their sensuous built is athletic, with gold adorning their latex bodysuits, which is the same metal present in their sharp claws.
{Assist Cadrissa}.
I order mentally to my Summon, displacing myself forth, to match the advance of my Alt'Ver.
Our similarities are plenty, but our differences more than apparent.
He uses Dash, but his trail is red, when i possess a True-Wine aura, an action that is replicated by my two mannequin escorts, but not effectuated by his Monstrous Brain Minions.
The skirmish escalates to a full-blown assault, slashes of Emts and lightnings flying around, along translucent bluish pulses emitted by the Brains and my Alt'Ver.
The Mentality behind every attack doesn't affect me, a benefit obliviously granted to me by the Mirror Me.
The Alt'Ver throws a punch to the air. Despite being far, i dodge.
His hair is tainted with gold locks. He could very well unleash a Blast of Spirituality, and i would be utterly unaware.
However, the Cekx'Appealer can use all my Gifts and abilities better than me. Although they are not able to see the attack per se, both mannequins can determine the effects with pinpoint accuracy.
The anomalous presence gliding swiftly, separating the air molecules, altering their natural flow within the cavern.
{So slow}.
The Alt'Ver's second attempt is not different, and upon failing the strike, he steps back, becoming invisible, ordering his Minions to overwhelm the Cekx'Appealer, so that they cannot transmit what they see.
A good, but ineffective plan.
With the Adarga, i produce an evaporated version of my natural lube, spraying the viscous gas with omnidirectional geysers that shoot from the scales, the substance imitates the oily properties that annoyed me in the tunnels of Fettiyio, adhering to every surface, rendering utterly useless the Alt'Ver's Camouflage, the moisture sticking to the Bodsh protecting him, highlighting his body frame.
He is frozen, fear and uncertainty must be creeping into his mind, learning the sheer impotence of his cowardly fighting style, unable to encounter a way out from his impending demise.
Suddenly, the lube around him is set on fire, causing a thermite reaction, bypassing the Bodsh, melting his Adarga, what provokes gruesome pustules at best, and scorching his flesh up to the bone at worst.
One wisp of light flies to the Alt'Ver's chest, the Monstrous Brain was defeated by Ennervette, and the pair fighting against Dollzerka's Minions, are wrecked apart by the mannequin's golden claws.
"I Submit".
Says my Alt'Ver, and i scoff.
"No. You Succumb". I state with relentless conviction, infuriated at the injuries that Ines and Seinnissia received. Or perhaps i am upset with myself, once more not being present when they need my support.
A guttural, feral growl resonates so loud that my teeth vibrate, widening in size, my fangs enlarge too, and the same occurs to my nails, transforming into more sturdy, curved claws made of gold.
My six fingers elongate slightly, their robustness doubling exponentially, resembling the paws of a werewolf rather than the hands of a man.
True-Wine Emts emanate from my silhouette, the Halo ignited with blazing effulgence, not absorbing the released energy, spreading it evenly across my body with a triangular pattern.
{This is what Verulkya talked about, «The Added Shielding Of The Adarga»}.
"Ta… Ta-Tasota".
Stutters the Alt'Ver, trying to walk back, a futile move, his wounds are severe, the lube covering him remains ignited by the Emts of his Bodsh, or perhaps it's a repercussion of the Spirituality he possess, because stepping into the puddle of settled lube, fires up the glue, scorching his feet, starting from the soles, falling back, worsening his situation, incinerating himself.
The embers of his body mutate to golden flakes of energy amassing themselves into a luminous sphere that flies directly towards the blue rhombus in my chest.
The Tasota and the Bodsh interfere with the ethereal wisp, reducing it's size, yet, before the immaterial sphere reaches the rhombus, my back hurts, and the translucent silhouette of a knife appears, cutting the ball.
One half is absorbed by the rhombus, and the other part travels to my back, showing the ethereal stab perpetrated by the Mirror Me, but only for an instant, the mark is erased by the golden flakes, shattering the spectral knife.
The Adarga doesn't suffer any alteration, the design, or rather, my own skin, is superior to whatever the Alt'Ver was wearing.
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[ Vurckair Vecturion ]
[ Sodomizer ] [ Level 7 / 15 (24) ]
[ Level Disparity 17 ]
[ Proficiency ] [ 1989 / 2400 ]
[ Experience ] [ 29700 / 48000 ]
[ 00 ] [ × ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 43 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ] [ Mutated +20 ]
[ 00 ] [ × ] [ Mentality ]
[ 42 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ] [ Corrupted +20 ]
[ 03 ] [ × ] [ Radiance ]
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{No fucking way!. This is so messed up!. I have to acquire the triple of Experience and Proficiency to Level Up the same as everyone else!}.
Furious, i turn around, fueled with the primal need to shred an enemy. Unfortunately, lady luck is not on my side, much less on my lap.
Cadrissa and Farllette already took care of the Nifflers, liberating the sacrifices from the stakes.
I breath to calm my abrasive attitude, helping my feminine companions by applying my natural lube on the wounds the sacrifices received, disinfecting the bruises and cuts, stopping the bleeding, lowering the pain they sense with the topical effects, improving their regeneration and recovery speed.
We search the cavern for possible hostiles, but there is not a single trace of anything ever living in the area.
With no clues or loot available aside the Nifflers, we go back to the headquarters, finding a few setbacks in our way. However, the two Minions of Dollzerka kill every creature too stupid to approach us.
{I still find hard to accept i must not kill others, letting the Minions do it on my behalf. Even the Alt'Ver doesn't count. I'm sure the Mirror Me was who end him, using the knife he implanted on me, but i didn't acquire the Alt'Ver's memories. Argh!. Fucking, Mirror Me!}.
Upon our return, the Saintess has an amusing reactions. Like Collette, her aversion for the Farioth not dwindling in the slightest.
In a similar note, Cadrissa is boiling with jealousy, her pink irises locked on the Breasted Femboy, because Brenna's tender touch is too attentive, carefully healing Natvasha's wounds.
{A love triangle?. Perhaps it is. Although, Cadrissa and the Countess doesn't seem to get along, and Brenna's teasing doesn't help either}.
{Well. It's not of my business. And i better get a decent nap before the night arrives…}.