"Playing another repetitive sneak attack is not a good match to kill me," The Demonic Builder taunted snarkily, bursting the wave of green smoke on his feet as he swiftly turned around.
"Please pick a better trick," Scrap Devil whispered.
Scrap Devil dispatched the ball attached to his shoulder as the tiny nautilus tried to sneak into him. Evaporating smoke freed from the metal ball as The Demonic Builder set his sight onto the nautilus. Then, Scrap Devil tossed the ball and clashed with the nautilus projection, detonating the small explosion wave.
The cannon's small barrel on the top rang a high-pitch radar noise into Scrap Devil, spotting the recently spawned another pool of water near his left foot. The Demonic Builder swiftly dashed to the right after obtaining the warning signal from his canon, spotting his opponent leap out.
He hastily thrashed his speeding foot to his foe opponent's jaw, announcing a painful growl and harshly bouncing him away. However, The Demonic Builder caught his opponent's foot, preventing him from fleeing further. The Loyal Servant puffed dreadfully at Scrap Devil who chuckled.
The hyper-sensor cannon hurriedly rotated its palm-shape barrel to the captured Martatoriot-OX, firing an eagerness within Scrap Devil as he burst out a loud giggle. Rapid mass of mashed blue and yellow energies were siphoned out from the cannon's barrel especially when The Demonic Builder slung his foe opponent in its direction.
The Loyal Servant screeched dreadfully before driving his palm downward, forcing his nautilus backpack to stream out a rapid green water flow to circle it. Sadly, his effort to escape was interrupted by the smaller barrel from the hyper-sensor cannon blasting off the red gulp of air that tackled him in the stomach.
Rope-shape red wind shackled The Loyal Servant's limbs subliming every water flow on the nautilus backpack. Every effort of his pushing or tilting his body was meaningless as the wind persistently immobilized his motion. It felt like he was being concealed by the hardened chain, struggling to even move his fingers.
Scrap Devil washed his metal hands and chuckled, "Alright the deep sea creature has been caught by the net."
"Instead of falling into my collection, this sea creature is going to have a terrible sunny day with hyper sensor cannon," The Demonic Builder evoked, giggling and marking his finger toward the captured Martatoriot-OX.
The palm-shaped cannon's muzzle emanated a massive flock of smoke when it rotated to The Loyal Servant. Hence, the cannon automatically yanked to the back and liberated the spiraling navy blue smoke that rammed into Martatoriot-OX's stomach, vaporizing the red shackling wind from his body.
However, Martatoriot-OX wasn't freed from his opponent's attack as the charging smoke dragged him above. The longer the smoke flew upward, the more it cast the small cloud from its side and stung through The Loyal Servant's arm, roaring an excruciating scream as his bones were crushed.
The scream from The Loyal Servant echoed into the dejected Amalia Galastar's ears, luring her to lift slowly her neck. She frowned in horror as Martatoriot-OX was bound by the blasting smoke that finally halted its motion near the top wall. The Actress shook her head in defiance, bleating.
"Please stop it…stop it, just give up!!" Amalia Galastar shouted, slamming her fist helplessly.
Amalia Galastar frantically shut her eyes and demanded, "Please stop fighting, Martatoriot-OX."
As Amalia Galastar was overwhelmed by hopelessness, The Loyal Servant still gawked at Scrap Devil and unbridled small water flow binding his shell-shaped backpack. The Demonic Builder detected the water flow by flickering a tiny smoke to roam his eyes and sliding his left foot to the back.
"Hyper-Sensor Cannon time to bring the real show to this poor fellow," The Demonic Builder commanded, raising his opened palm and generating the smoky green orb levitating on top of it.
Scrap Devil folded his hand and vanquished the green orb, triggering the hyper-sensor's cannon muzzle to spin. Hence, the concealing smoke on The Loyal Servant detonated into a small green explosion that consumed him, pouring the lava-like heat onto his skin as it instantaneously unbridled the searing smoke.
'I'm not….I'm not going to…give up,' The Loyal Servant thought, bleating a harrowing bleat of agony.
His squeal trespassed Amalia Galastar's ears, dropping his distraught expression as she motionlessly witnessed. Tears of desperation rained down from The Actress's eyes, especially after detecting Martatoriot-OX fell to the ground, resuming his pain as if the explosion left the everlasting heat.
Scrap Devil could only blow an impressed whistle at The Loyal Servant who displayed his indomitable spirit by shakily standing. He even streamed out green water from the nautilus backpack to bandage his legs, bursting an exhilarated cackle toward The Demonic Builder who approached him.
"Come on, man, I suggest you surrender like your beloved scam artist, deep-sea freak" The Demonic Builder insisted, peeking at the despondent Amalia Galastar.
"Seriously, her crime is already being exposed to the rest of the world, which means her acting career is gone for good." Scrap Devil added, centering his heedful stare at The Loyal Servant. "She lost everything too, but you….you still have a strong urge to fight me."
Martatoriot-OX grunted and whispered, "Not yet….not yet."
"What, what?" Scrap Devil asked, raising his eyebrows and releasing a wave of emerald smoke on the back of his legs.
"Even though Mrs.Galastar is consumed in sorrow, I will not submit to you, Triumph Maker's weakest member," The Loyal Servant countered, picking up the folding water and attaching it to his wrist.
"Because….because…horrific or tragic stuff will not persuade me to give up my path!!" Martatoriot-OX yelled, desperately stepping forward and heaving his open hand that gathered the gulping water.
The Loyal Servant cleared his throat and raised his voice, "I know the vile witch already ruined my life too, as Mrs. Galastar's crime was exposed."
"However, I believe there is still a chance to rise again even from this dreadful moment, and I'm not going to quit," The Loyal Servant muttered, sprinting closer to Scrap Devi,l who panted in surprise.
"Instead, I'm going to fight regardless if it's pointless!!" The Loyal Servant added, kicking the ground that summoned the small pool of green water.
As he tried to dive into the pool of water, Scrap Devil dashed and promptly arrived in front of him. The Demonic Builder lashed his smoking kick onto Martatoriot-OX's jaw, blaring the sound of bone being cracked. Hence, The Loyal Servant was hurled away by the kick, impacting onto the ground for the landing.
The kick might carver a cracking line on The Loyal Servant's jaw, but he remained to get up his tremoring legs sluggishly. Even though his vision was clouded by blurriness, Martatoriot-OX regained a shivering standing position and darted his adamant stare toward The Demonic Builder.
Scrap Devil sighed and affirmed reluctantly, " I gave you a plenty chance of retreat, but you're still persistent on fighting me or even The Vile Witch
"So you are the type of person who dies honorably rather than retreat," The Demonic Builder guessed, feeling his heartbeat go fast when his mind suddenly blared the cheerful laughter of the woman.
He winced and admitted, "I never expected a villain like you to choose to fight until drawing his last breath."
"I only care to complete one mission she's wanted to happen," Martatoriot-OX bickered, sneering at The Hair Magician shortly.
"Simple, exterminating The Hair Magician for once and for all," The Loyal Servant mumbled, exhaling his raspy breath constantly and glancing at Amalia Galastar. "It's the only thing I care for."
"And I'm going to make it happen no matter the cost!!" Martatoriot-OX cried out, sprinting to The Demonic Builder like a wild bull.
Scrap Devil closed his eyes in solemn as the young female laughter belonging to one of his frightful opponents still haunted his thought. The Demonic Builder bent his neck, wiping out the smoke from the back of his legs as he wondered. Nonetheless, the female laughter noise diminished from his thought, pursuing The Demonic Builder to set his cautious glare at his desperate opponent.
Whether he is stubborn or ignores the internal pain, I'm still impressed he has the guts to keep fighting. Scrap Devil inspected The Actress and puffing a little chunk of sore air from his throat.
Scrap Devil grunted. Unless he only did it to motivate his precious master to continue fighting.
If I were him, I would prefer to escape with my master than torture myself like this. The Demonic Builder switched watchful glare toward Amalia Galastar, who broadened her despairful face.
The Loyal Servant hopped above and elongated the streaming water that stretched on his forehead. In haste, Scrap Devil blew a gulp of smoke to float above his palm, gazing at the hypersensor cannon. He drew his hand beside his left cheek, ordering the cannon to rotate left.
Blue and yellow energy channeled from the palm-shaped barrel, readying the cannon to commence the incoming heating launch. The tiny barrel also gathered the red energy for The Loyal Servant, encouraging him to whip the nautilus backpack with the enlarged water flow and fold it on the side.
Scanning at the cannon was about to liberate another dual blast, The Loyal Servant loudened his unbending growl on top of his lung. Martatoriot-OX impulsively pried the nautilus backpack with the folding water, pinning at the red wind being sent off from the tiny barrel from the top.
Ms. Galastar, please understand the message. The Loyal Servant gritted his frustrated teeth as Amalia Galastar was still trembling in gut-wrenching dread. 'Understand the message of my action
Martatoriot-OX winced. Please I beg you.
Without hesitation, Martatoriot-OX immediately catapulted the nautilus shell that surged boiling water wave onto its surface. The red wind was vaporized by the shell backpack when it collided, setting its impactful fall to the hypersensor cannon that blasted off the spiraling smoke.
As his weapon's blast crashed into the smoke, The Demonic Builder placed his sharpened gaze on Amalia Galastar, who could only extend her distraught expression. Regardless, Scrap Devil dashed to The Actress's current position and booted the ground, provoking the green smoke to conceal his presence.
Martatoriot-OX witnessed his nautilus-shaped backpack slowly being rammed aside by the blast, leaking a tiny water flood beneath his feet. The Loyal Servant took one last glance at the shell before hurriedly gliding closer to the backpack, driving his knuckles forward and tackling it.
One push of the knuckle created wide cracking lines on the shell, leaking the steaming water throughout its surface and encroaching onto the smoke. The shell backpack would gain a swift upper hand as the water vanquished most of the spiraling smoke, allowing it to sink further.
The smoke was incinerated into a speck of dust when the nautilus shell continued to drop like a meteor, heading to the hypersensor cannon. Eventually, the cracking shell pummeled onto the cannon, unleashing a watery explosion that soared upward shortly. The cannon was molded by the water until it evaporated faster than the blink of an eye.
However, The Loyal Servant couldn't grasp any relief as he caught his opponent vaulting to his master especially with the green smoke dispersing. More specifically, Scrap Devil finished forging his new weapon: a cotton-white baton made of broken disk compiles and siphoned the lashing electricties on its tip.
"Bastard, how dare you attack a vulnerable woman!!" The Loyal Servant shouted at the top of his lungs, casting the spinning water ball beneath his feet.
"I'm not letting it happen, asshole!!" Martatoriot-OX assured, gawking his furious stare forward.
A small pool of water manifested on Martatoriot-OX's front sight and he jumped into its depth, initiating the urgent rescue of his master. As the pool of water shrank down, an out loud distressed scream echoed throughout the battlefield. It originated from Amalia Galastar who froze her petrified sight at The Demonic Builder swinging the electrocuting baton onto her.
Instead of initiating a counter-defense, The Actress submissively bowed her head and clasped her shivering arms. Prila, who observed her teammate's battle, began to open her bewildered jaw at her nemesis. She even scratched her head and rolled her eyes, sensing the oddness from Amalia Galastar.
'This is very odd to see Asshole Galastar being a whimpering idiot throughout Caldister's battle,' The Hair Magician assumed, capturing the momentum of the baton almost jolting Amalia Galastar's jaw.
A miracle for Amalia Galastar compelled into her favor as The Loyal Servant promptly jumped out from the small pool of water beside her and shielded her. Hence, the baton battered Martatoriot-OX aside, cracking some pieces of his armor alongside vomiting a tiny gulp of blood.
"You are lucky not to be smashed by the thunder-cracking baton, Galastar," Scrap Devil mumbled, staring at the baton that recently dimmed out its electrifies.
"Instead, it's your servant," The Demonic Builder added, tossing away the baton and stepping closer.
The Actress was startled as she steered her frown at her loyal servant who panted in exhaustion, holding his chest that spawned an electrical string. Martatoriot-OX centered his stern eyes toward his master, gulping a large saliva when the electrical strings abruptly grew and shackled his limbs.
"Ms.Galastar, I beg you to fight….please just for the sake of me…please!!!" Martatoriot-OX begged frustratedly.
"Please….fight!!" The Loyal Servant added.
No more words being trumpeted from The Loyal Servant as the electrical strings stung through his every nerve, tremoring his entire limbs and leading him to fall like a fish out of water uncontrollably. An agonizing scream intruded on Amalia Galastar, forcing her to shut her eyes from the dreaded reality and blocking her ears.
A realization marched into The Actress's thoughts after inspecting her loyal servant enduring the ravenous electrocution, folding her rapid-beating chest and deeply inhaling the chilling air. At first, Amalia Galastar gasped in franticness, opening her eyes again to watch a more horrific view coming to her.
She caught her fierce enemy enveloping his metal left foot with the thick green smoke, slowly stepping closer to declare another finishing blow. Despondency might still haunt Amalia Galastar, but she grasped the sense of wariness by crawling backward and drawing her arm to shield her face.
My…loyal servant still defended me despite I already accepted my defeat to the Triumph Maker's weakest member. Amalia Galastar wiped the tears from her eyes.
Oh my…god, I was so weakly consumed by all the despairful thoughts that I only realized just now…. The Actress was flabbergasted.
He….kept desperately fighting Scrap Devil not…because of completing the mission, but for…giving…me a hope to rise again after…The Vile Witch horrid broadcast spell. Amalia Galastar stretched her stunned eyebrows, darting her gaze at The Demonic Builder waving his mist-filled kick from the left.
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