《Drunk Dungeon》Chapter 14
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"What in the fuck?" Merry Merry asked as the ground started shaking. Magic was rushing out ahead of them, bleeding like a wound, and releasing screeches filled with pain and agony. Merry Merry quickly shut down her Magic Sense skill.
The screams of torment and pain quickly disappeared, now having been replaced with unnatural darkness and cold and soaring wind that rushed out from ahead.
"Looks like we found out what killed the guy before us," Merry Merry said, her exoskeleton tightening up, magical plates glowing with arcane sayings hovering over vulnerable regions like the chest, crotch, and head.
The crotch was because of childhood trauma. Just because a woman didn't have balls didn't make that area any less sensitive.
Her sisters had already armed themselves. Leandrial pulled out two blades from her sheaths. Wind circulating on the first one, a small tornado wrapped around the blade. Creating a grand sight of silver and grey wind which gave the darkness around them a more etheric look.
Sh'ara meanwhile had pulled out two paper-thin needles in her right hand. Each one cloaked in chemical salts and liquids she had spent her years in alchemy creating.
Her hands were covered with brown leather gloves from a randomly mutated cow they had found and killed in the woods.
The beast's leather had shielded her from the chemical's deadly embrace.
Merry Merry sighed before pulling out her mace, nearly as tall as her and with its end being enclosed in metal mace with a dozen spikes coming out. Her weapon was brutal, hard to make, and notoriously simple to use.
A metal ball covered in spikes was rarely that hard to learn when compared to the blade. But it took just as long to master.
Just as Merry Merry had finished growing spikes out of her exoskeleton. A figure came rushing out before Merry Merry could even react, a small compact fist smashed into her enchanted plat.
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Tearing through the enchanted steel and crunching through the exoskeleton wrapped around her. Merry Merry was sent flying into a tree, the plant exploding as her figure hit it.
Leandrial didn't let the figure escape, her blade slashed forward with impeccable speed and ease, carving through the air like it was nothing. And then through shadow.
Long dark spikes exploded out of the being's arm, creating a wall of shadow spikes that obscured Leandrial's vision. Leandrial's blade quickly cut through it. Only to find that the figure was no longer there.
Leandrial turned to see it rushing over to Sh'ara, its hands outstretched as it swung at her.
Long and rippling shadows leaped out from behind, crashing in and throwing her to the ground. Leandrial wasn't able to react before the air was knocked out of her as the spell connected. Her body being sent crashing into the ground.
Merry Merry meanwhile had slowly gotten up, blood spilling out of her exoskeleton. Coating the ground beneath with a dark green and pungent liquid. The acid burning away all the life where the blood spilled.
Merry Merry turned towards the figure and let out a roar of challenge before she charged at it. The figure merely dodged the attack. Its fist shooting forth to hit Merry Merry in the back.
As soon as it touched her armor she went flying. But the figure let out a hiss as it pulled away. Electricity pulsing out of its hands.
Merry Merry smiled, its first attack had destroyed most of her needles with pure force, so this was the only way she could damage it.
That was when she felt a cool liquid hit her back, even though the creature hadn't landed a full hit, her exoskeleton's back had been heavily damaged, it had even hurt the nerves that ran through her and the exoskeleton. Making her feel heavy and numb.
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Sh'ara had guessed this, her healing potion fixing up the worst of the damage. Merry Merry slowly got back up, only then noticing she had lost her mace.
She turned around to see it broken at the feet of the figure.
"Oh come on! I just bought that!" Merry Merry shouted.
"Looks like your trend of breaking your weapon every battle continues," Leandrial stated as she slowly limped to meet her sisters. Sh'ara dumped her remaining potion on her. Fixing up the elf's injuries.
"Least I actually damaged the bastard..." Merry Merry mumbled.
"Correction, we damaged the bastard."
As Leandrial finished her sentence, the arm that Merry Merry had electrocuted was cut open. Blood spilling out before the figure could react, however, it began to heal. That was when it doubled over, the nutrients it had filling the wound. Being drunk like a man in the desert at an oasis.
The creature fell on its knees in pain as power was sucked out of it. Being devoured by something with endless hunger. Quick on its feet. It sliced off its arms with a single strike before encasing it in shadows. The darkness devouring it entirely.
"Smart, few people figure the connection is magical, not physical before they hit the point of no return."
At Leandrial's comment, the being swung its remaining arm. A curved shape blade of something darker shooting out. Before disappearing. Both Merry Merry and Leandrial felt the cold splash of sick bile and blood on them. As well as the familiar choking sound they had grown up with.
Both of them turned to Sh'ara, all of the veins on her throat popped open, and the neck beneath cut.
With hands-on her neck, trying to stop the bile and blood from flowing out, Sh'ara looked at them both before releasing a faint gurgle.
Then she collapsed.
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