“Do not listen to him, my lord. He seeks to undermine your faith. With my aid, you can take Mercy’s place!” Jiltia exclaimed in protest, hugging the corrupted avatar’s colossal leg. She barely reached the height of his muscular thigh.

“Fear not, sweet child. This one doubts not your loyalty. Only you have worked tirelessly to raise this one’s status in the world. The Sword Saint shall fall to this one’s blade,” the corrupted avatar replied, reaching down to lovingly stroke her chin. Satisfied, Jiltia turns to face Dink with a hostile glare.

“So, you are the disgraced Sword Saint. What prompted Mercy to choose a creature as lowly as you to battle his avatar?” Jiltia pointedly asked.

“Mercy needs somebody like me. Regardless of our difference in power. I have the means to bridge that gap. I suggest you step aside or I can’t promise that you’ll survive the skirmish,” Dink retorted.

“Enough!” the corrupted avatar shouted. He raised his sword above his head while leaping from the stairs.

Dink adjusted his body as the avatar plummeted toward him. The blade passed next to him and slammed into the staircase, creating a huge split spreading toward Axion. Mana filled the draconic script lining Dink’s spine as power filled his body. The world came to a slow as Dink wracked his sword across the avatar’s side. Lightning leapt from the blade, searing open a deep wound across his chest.

The distraught sisters of Mercy appeared motionless as Axion moved. Mana filled his exposed tattoos, allowing him to charge forward. He threw the attractive nude Beastfolk woman to the side while shoulder barging an Elven sister out of the way of danger. He pushed another naked woman to the side just in time for the crack to pass where she had stood.

Lightning erupted from the hole to strike Axion as he passed over top. It accurately struck his chest, catapulting him into the opposite staircase. The impact created a deep crater, submerging him in rubble. The avatar finally registered the pain from the wound Dink inflicted. He roared in anger, moving at superHuman speed he swung his giant sword at Dink’s head.

Despite moving at half the avatar’s speed, Dink shifted into a half crouch allowing the blade to narrowly pass over his head. His eyes fixated firmly on the corrupted avatar. His squinted his eyes in concentration, swooping his own blade vertically in response, trailing another wound up the avatar’s thigh. He suddenly adjusted his angle and spun to the side, dodging a fist in the cramped space aimed at his face.

The tip of his blade drooped low, slashing the back of the avatar’s calf muscle in a showed of sparks. The avatar twisted in extreme speed, slamming his sword down with a two-handed grip. Dink didn’t panic, he shot forward between the avatar’s legs, taking the opportunity to punch upward into his dangling testicals as he passed.

The avatar’s knees folded under the pain, dropping him to one knee supported by his giant sword. Dink didn’t allow him any reprieve, swinging his sword at the avatar’s neck. Lightning erupted along the blade’s edge. Only to be intercepted as the avatar shifted at extreme speed to block the strike.

The only other person capable of keeping up with their movements with Axion out of the fight was Jiltia. The mother superior wasn’t content to remain sitting on the sidelines after seeing her false idol being overwhelmed. Indigo smoke rose around her as she discarded her robes, exposing her naked true form.

She appeared exactly the same as her Human form with dark ridged horns forming a crown on her brow. Her arms turned from flawless skin into armoured claws at her hands. A pointed tail emerged from above her still shapely ass. Her enticing thighs were inviting to the touch and almost caused Dink to falter as the avatar took the chance to swing at him. The fight didn’t stop because Dink became distracted.

He moved his gaze away her demonic feet just as sinister yet seductive wings unfurled on her back. She wore nothing but a golden chain around her extremely narrow waist and thick hips, putting her invigorating breasts on full display. She smiled alluringly at Dink while raising a clawed finger to point at him.

A ray of black light erupted toward his head. Simultaneously, the avatar successfully grabbed ahold of his head, lifting him from the floor and holding him toward the destructive beam.

Now, I’m fucking pissed off.

Dink activated an array of forbidden techniques, causing the approaching beam to slow to a crawl. He looked past it to make eye-contact with Jiltia. When she noticed his gaze, he smirked. Dink sprang into action, contorting his body to fan his divine sword behind him. He braced himself against the avatar’s torso to launch himself to the floor out of the flight path of the death ray.

He dropped his shoulder to land in such a way that he used the momentum to roll to his feet. There was a cry of intense pain behind him. Turning around he reached up to his head and tossed something on the stairs in front of him.

It was the severed arm belonging to the avatar. He was screaming in agony while holding his stump, golden blood leaking between his fingers. His body was crisscrossed with wounds from Dink’s sword with a large scorch mark on his face as he stumbled backward.

“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did you manage to escape?” Jiltia cried while leaping into the air and flapping her wings.

“I’m the fucking Sword Saint,” Dink simply replied.

He mercilessly stepped forward, swinging his divine sword to sever the avatar’s legs at the knees. He collapsed to the stairs in heap and attempted to scramble away from Dink. Rivers of golden blood gushed down the stairs. Dink calmly walked toward the fallen avatar, lightning once again blanketing his blade.

“Have mercy on me!” the avatar pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not my domain,” Dink coldly replied, swinging the sword in a beautiful arc.

The avatar’s severed head bounced down the stairs, coming to a rest beside the crater containing Axion. A small mushroom creature plodded over and began lapping up the golden blood seeping across the floor.