The Hair Magician lifted the staff and unbridled the horde of pinkish particles that glided above her head. The particles simultaneously merged until they formed into a floating violet circular projection that took the shape closely resembling a clock, glimmering a continuous gleam.
Gazing at the projection debut alerted Amalia Galastar waved her hand to the back, evoking the star on his back to summon the whirling flow of silver water. Then, the silver water hopped from her back and reformed into a thin, shard-shaped amber crystal sword with a metallic azure blue handle.
After gaining the sword, Amalia Galastar tightened her grip and ambled to the right. She darted heedfully at The Hair Magician's circular projection that spun in the same direction. Buzzing high-pitched noises entered through Prila's ears, hauling her staff below her jaw.
It seems she was delusional that her current state could ever keep up with me. Amalia Galastar shook her head before wincing. At the same time, I did feel something unnerving about this.
Nonetheless, I'm going to test that weird projection first with The Galastar Quick-Death Sword. The Actress stepped forward and discharged the shrouding water wave on her feet.
Amalia Galastar kicked the ground below and hastily dashed with the racing yellowish line trailing her back. An anticipative glance loomed on The Hair Magician's expression after witnessing her opponent reaching her front side, persuading her to shove the wand that blasted off the pinkish ray from her staff.
The Actress hurtled to the right, but the circular projection on Prila spun in the same direction as her foe. It delivered the buzzing noises to The Hair Magician, who promptly swung her staff to the side, clashing with her opponent's blade. They traded their infuriated glare as they struggled to push their weapons away from each other.
A twin flow of silver unshackled from the sword's handler and Amalia Galastar retaliated to her opponent's left rib, alerting the circular object to spin and sending a warning signal to Prila. The Hair Magician directed the staff below and leased a pinkish orb that plummeted to the ground, triggering a small explosion.
The small explosion hurled Amalia Galastar two steps away from The Hair Magician, grunting in annoyance and withdrawing the crystal sword. However, Prila screeched in pain as she glanced at her left rib dripping blood, covering the wound with her bare hand. The Actress whistled, centering her focus on her crystal blade.
Auto-Reactive defenses? Not a bad effort to stay alive. The Actress murmured, swinging her blade to the left and elevating her hand, letting the water's flow fold her entire arm.
Amalia Galastar smiled joyfully and chuckled. Then, it's time to scale up the speed and the offense for the Vile Witch.
The Actress stomped the ground and instantaneously raced onto her foe like an ascending light, as if no traces of her running were spotted by the surroundings. The only thing that grasped Amalia Galastar's sense was the circular projection aggressively spun, delivering an ear-piercing noise into The Hair Magician's ears.
Prila hurled the staff's glowing diamond downward, piking onto the ground and awakening the human-sized pinkish cocoon to engulf her. Despite The Hair Magician obtaining protection from the incoming attack, skepticism still poured into her thought as she nervously frowned.
Furthermore, The Hair Magician slightly steered to the right and witnessed the paper-thin bolt fly entering her nearby distance. Regardless, the bolt spontaneously diminished to unshackle Amalia Galastar who thrust a platinum sword embedded by the amber and blue aura on its glossy blade.
One slash of her embedded blade not only shattered the cocoon's right side, but it bounced The Hair Magician as if she was rammed by the hefty object, squealing shakily. A follow-up was commenced as Amalia Galastar hurtled forward and transformed into a bolt fleeing expeditiously behind her foe.
The rapid spinning of the circular projection on her foe didn't flick any bothersome especially when The Actress jumped out from the bolt, transfiguring her sword into a couple of liquid binding her wrists. Even though The Hair Magician spun her staff and cast the pinkish beam, Amalia Galastar leaped to the side and shoved her left fist, recently forging the aqua-blue bladed knife latched on her forehand.
The knife concisely dissipated both the cocoon's back and bayonetted The Hair Magician's spine, splattering the drop of blood onto her face. Prila uncontrollably screeched in agony, convincing The Actress to withdraw her knife. Then, Amalia Galastar plunged the knife and slashed her opponent below the spine, splashing more blood to the ground.
With The Hair Magician uncontrollably shuddering and roaring an unbending scream, Amalia Galastar spontaneously dashed and morphed into the speeding bolt. Afterward, The Actress respawned in front of the dreaded Prila, pushing the knife on her left forehand that discharged the streaming amber water on its blade.
The Hair Magician slid up her grip on the staff and drew it forward in desperation, casting the bulky ball-shaped projection on its tip. Shockwave blew on its surroundings as the weapons collided. The victor of the clash was revealed to be the knife as its blade crumbled the projection into pieces, spiking Prila's left ribs.
Prila puked out a huge chunk of blood after enduring the gut-wrenching stab, frowning in despair when she received her showered the ground. She even forcibly covered her wounded ribs, taking a few trembling steps to the back especially when Amalia Galastar retrieved her knife.
"Sometimes giving up is best the option, Vile Witch," Amalia Galastar persuaded her opponent, bumping her knife to form an X gesture.
Prila wiped out the blood on her lip and giggled, "Never going to happen….asshole Galastar."
"Because…now I'm still figuring the most effective way," Prila proclaimed.
The torment of The Hair Magician resumed when Amalia Galastar instantaneously rushed and lifted her knee onto her stomach. Prila unnervingly gasped before vomiting a couple of blood, feeling her stomach smashed by the hammer as the breaking bone noises loudly blared.
Ednruing the smashing torment didn't falter Prila's courageous spirit by painting her affirmed furrow and jeering her opponent. She even gathered the rapidly growing pinkish particles on her staff's tip. Hence, she hurriedly positioned her staff and leased the drilling pinkish ray fleeing to Amalia Galastars's chest.
Sadly, Amalia Galasttar galloped to the right and evaded the pinkish ray from puncturing her chest, leading it to vanquish. The Actress immediately blootered Prila's on her right rib and triggered her knee to exude the shimmering platinum water. The jolting hit detonated a small explosion wave ramparted on The Hair Magician, catapulting her away and exhaling a sore breath.
As Prila dropped to the ground and spread the pool of blood beneath her, her parents showed their haunting look of sorrow. Hona even closed her trembling eyes, avoiding the nightmarish view of her daughter's torture. Unlike his wife, Nogra ignited his infuriated furrow toward The Actress.
"If this chain can be broken…I already stepped in to save my beloved daughter," Nogra muttered, gritting his teeth.
"Bastard, Galastar!!" Nogra shouted, shaking his body from left to right, but it couldn't break the chain that shackled him.
"Don't be a fool, honey!!" Hona scolded and insisted, closing her eyes shortly. "All we can do right now is pray hon.
"We must…pray there will be another hero saving her from this dreadful fate," The Old Woman added.
Nogra groaned deeply and bickered, "Fine…I supposed to do so."
"I wished the torment of our daughter was finally over," Nogra muttered, shaking his head and whimpering.
Viscable also felt despair from watching The Hair Magician's seemingly never-ending torment, but he remained observing from the unseen cocoon. The Ace Duelist clenched his disdainful knuckle, emitting magenta particles from his palms. Illuminated flashes beamed through Viscable's eyes.
Gaining the view of Prila struggle to lift her numb feet scorched The Ace Duelist to stammer his knuckle, puffing the long gust of air from his throat. The horde of magenta particles emerged from his triangular backpack, allowing Viscable to hover halfly. Gilbron diverted his stare toward his potential rival, scanning the widely spread magenta particles from his backpack.
"Something wrong about The Hair Magician's execution, Mighty Viscable?" Gilbron asked curiously, rubbing his chin.
Viscable cackled proudly, "None of your concern."
"Then, why did you spread more particles on your backpack?" The Young Man countered, sneering.
The Ace Duelist sighed and chuckled, "It's only a refreshing process for my backpack, Annoying Cosmic Being."
Afterward, The Ace Duelist and The Young Man returned their stare at the ongoing view of the one-sided duel. Specifically, the unseen cocoon's view showed Prila strengthened her grip on the staff, shelving her entire body with a blanketing pinkish aura. Even though the pink color of her hair blinked like a broken lamp, The Hair Magician pointed her delighted smile toward Amalia Galastar.
"You still holding back, aren't you, asshole Galastar?" The Hair Magician taunted, bursting in gleeful laughter.
"You wanted to give me a quick execution, right?" Prila asked snarkily, freeing her arms and loudening her laughter.
Amalia Galastar grunted and exclaimed, "Those previous attacks only tested your radar object."
"Luckily, it's not fast enough to counter most of my attacks, Vile Witch," The Actress stated, darting her scornful glare toward Prila and mashing the knife blades.
The blades melted into a cold platinum water flow that shrouded Amalia Galastar's arms, sending a stinging warning into The Hair Magician by pressing her shaking eyebrows. Regardless, The Actress straightened her arms, driving the water to gather in the center and triggering the star on her back to radiate a light wave.
Hence, the combined water flexibly morphed into a long pristine aqua-blue javelin with amber painting on the upper and below tips. Continuous rounds of yellow particles bestrewed from the javelin tip, showering onto Amalia Galastar's feet. The Actress panted, sliding her right foot to the back.
Gaining the sighting of the new weapon being forged provoked The Hair Magician to barge the staff to the ground below, shrouding the sea of pinkish aura showering beneath her feet. The circular projection rapidly gyrated like an active windmill, blaring the high-pitched scream through Prila's ears.
Mom, Dad, I'm sorry to see me like this. The Hair Magician closed her solemn eyes before heaving her affirmed glare.
However…I cannot give up yet. I promise I will rescue you from Asshole Galastar's grasp. Prila raised her rigid stare and placed her staff near her chest.
Even though it might take my life, I will do it regardless for you all. That's the only thing I can think of to repay all past mistakes to them.
Amalia Galastar commenced the hasty sprint that transformed her into a ray of light fleeing toward The Hair Magician's direction. Prila hurriedly propelled her staff forward and ejected the circular projection from levitating above her head, chasing The Actress who arrived on her right.
A shocked expression buzzed into Amalia Galastar's face when the circular projection charged onto her javelin, sluggishly jouncing her to the back. The Hair Magician cleanly grasped an opportunity after capturing the direct sighting of her opponent's being pushed back by the circular projection, thumping her staff's tip.
The circular projection carved broad cracking lines on its entire surface until it soared the smoky explosion toward Amalia Galastar. The explosion ricocheted The Actress, who squealed in agonizing pain and peeled off some of her customer surfaces, exposing her burnt human skin.
As The Actress fell to the ground and blew the steaming smoke on her body, The Hair Magician giggled in satisfaction. However, the cost of casting the recent spell occurred to Prila as the left side of her hair ceased the pink aura, reverting it to the brown one. She also constantly exhaled an exhausted breath from her throat, suddenly falling into a kneeling position.
I'm impressed that spell will work to catch her. The Hair Magician shook her head and guffawed.
You're truly my savior, Gdark. Prila glanced the above interior and closing her eyes for a refreshment.
'Without your contingent device to give a little bit of my power, I already died before,' The Hair Magician added.
Afterward, The Hair Magician switched her glance toward her frightened parent and assuredly nodded her head, looming her confident smirk. Although her parents still showed their dreaded expressions, Prila tenderly widened her smile before switching her stare toward The Actress's direction.
A cautious glare shone through The Hair Magician's face when she witnessed Amalia Galastar stand up, breathing out the constant hefty air. The javelin on the ground fluently sublimed into a horde of yellow amber liquids gliding and completely seething The Actress's arms.
"Remarkable effort, Vile Witch, remarkable," Amalia Galastar uttered scornfully, stretching her arms downward and freeing the platinum water that precisely patched on every wounded spark.
All the attached water evaporated, showcasing all Amalia Galastar's wounds wiped out by the naked eye. Martatoriot-OX who observed the ongoing battle from afar, broadened his exhilarated grin at his master, letting out a joyful laughter when he rotated his sneer to The Hair Magician.
"You're so done, Amalia Galastar," the Loyal Servant whispered joyfully, holding his chest, which had his heart beat rapidly.
Nonetheless, The Loyal Servant watched his master dangling her arm upward, transmuting the amber liquids into radiating silver gleams. Instead of initiating the rush, Prila heedfully closed her eyes and poked her stomach with her staff. Afterward, the staff swiftly phased through into her stomach, unleashing the pinkish swarm to engulf The Hair Magician's entire body.
The spawn of The Hair Magician's shielding swarm didn't faze Amalia Galastar as she flung her arm forward. The silver gleams spontaneously dispatched from her arms, merging into the palm-size aqua blue star gyrating like an active buzzsaw. Prila hushedly closed her eyes as the star was on the brink of reaching her distance.
The star projectile penetrated through The Hair Magician's stomach, shrieking in excruciating pain and bleating a harrowing squeal from the top of her lungs. Prila might have lost her balance, but her shimmering palm landed on the ground, preventing her trembling leg from falling.
Sadly, the torment wasn't over yet as the star projectiles ruptured into hundreds of shiny silver stars. The horde of shiny silver stars rallied to Prila, who gulped frantically and shielded her face with her arms. Thus, the hundred-star projectiles simultaneously transfixed throughout every side of her body, splattering a bunch of blood all over the ground.
As all the stars went through her body and vanished from the naked eyes, The Hair Magician uncontrollably shrieked in an unbending agony and trembled into a duck position. Prila even vomited a large chunk of blood, realizing her shielded body was filled with a couple of bleeding wounds.
Eventually, the pinkish swarm on The Hair Magician's body faded out, gushing the hefty breath, feeling her entire body recently wound being stabbed by hundreds of molder needles. The agony from Prila was precisely caught by Viscable, who felt sweat dampening his neck, folding his tremoring knuckles that freed the magenta particles throughout the room. He even held his breath, the louder Prila's cry, attempting to seal the blazing rage within his thought.
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