In a hassle, Scrap Devil dashed to The Actress and dangled his mist-covered feet toward his opponent, sharpening his incited gaze at her. Amalia Galastar resiliently glared at the meat kick, clearing her throat and manifesting the twisting gray water flow within her staggering palms.
The Actress formed her collected furrow and whispered, "I will not let you lay a finger on me."
"Stupid scrapyard Demon!!" Amalia Galastar raised her voice
Pair of paper-thin swords was materialized on Amalia Galastar after sneering at The Demonic Builder, thrusting it forward. Scrap Devil hurriedly withdrew his kicking foot and bounced away from his foe, evading the clean slash of her double blade. He cleared his throat, spotting his enemy who lifted her stammering legs.
The torn mask on Amalia's Galastar facial part instantaneously regenerated by materializing the water flow, concealing her true face glimpse from her opponent's sight. The Demonic Builder warily focused on his opponent, stretching his arms further to steam out the twin wave of emerald mist behind him.
After regaining her mask completion, Amalia Galastar rotated her stare toward The Loyal Servant who gasped in awe. Although the electrical strings on Martatoriot-OX vanished, his legs were numbed, sluggishly aiding him to get up. The Actress dashed to her loyal servant, grabbing him by his wrist and commanding the water blade to morph into water flows merging with her wrist.
She swiftly assisted him in maintaining a steady standing position, channeling the slippering water and tangling around her servant's arms. Shiny silver gleam reflected through the glossy tangling water surface, blistering the fresh air into the course of Martatoriot-OX veins as he smoothly clenched his fists.
"I knew you could get up from the one dreadful moment, Ms.Galastar," Martatoriot-OX praised, glancing at his legs that no longer sensed any stammering.
"The dreadful news from that shook my spirit, but thanks to you, I'm able to obtain my willpower again, my best servant," The Actress complimented Martatoriot-OX, who joyfully hummed, subliming the water that wrapped around her servant's limbs and switching her focus at Scrap Devil.
Amalia Galastar sighed, "Sadly, I have saved the gratification time later."
"Prepare our precise deadly combination now," The Actress whispered, stepping forward and extracting the wild water flow binding her wrist.
Martatoriot-OX nodded, "Noted."
The Actress and The Loyal Servant fixated their cynic glares at Scrap Devil, who declared a high-pitched chuckle, broadening the emerald mist behind him until it formed a thick wall. Despite the thick wall covering his back, Prila gained a clear view by radiating the pinkish energies before fading out.
Furthermore, Prila recently chopped off the chain connection to her father by thrashing her elongated hair, becoming as sharp as a giant blade. The Hair Magician caught her father, who almost fell to the ground, opening her warmful grin toward. He furrowed in regret.
"Candila…my sweet girl, I'm sorry for not accepting your Superhero identity back then," Nogra uttered an apology. "I'm truly a horrible father for hurting your feelings."
The Hair Magician shed tears and gulped, "Nah… I'm supposed to be the one who apologizes to both of you."
"Although I sent you two a lot of money, I knew what you truly needed was my presence," Prila uttered, hugging her father as tightly as possible.
"I'm sorry I didn't want to visit you back then," The Hair Magician professed, withdrawing her wrapped arms. "I was so clouded by the thought that my Superhero only brought more misery to you and mom."
The Hair Magician shook her head and uneasily cleared her throat, "I'm a horrible daughter for declining every chance to reconcile our problem."
Her mother, Hona who was also freed by her daughter before, formed a considerate expression on her face at her daughter. She even approached her daughter and patted her on the right shoulder, tilting her neck to the left. The Hair Magician heaved her blissful gaze at her mother, holding her snivel.
Hona giggled, "We already reconciled here, my sweet…."
"Candila, call for me Candila for now," The Hair Magician finished her mother's sentence, wiping her tears and giddily smiling at her mother.
The refreshing reunion couldn't continue as Prila switched her stare at the mist that became wider, capturing the sighting of her two foes channeling out the active water flows. She took a deep breath, reluctantly turning her sight on her parents who assertively nodded. Even her father proudly tapped The Hair Magician's shoulder, blowing all the hefty air from invading his throat.
"If your friend need your help, go ahead, do it" Nogra assured. "This time I will not stop you."
"Please beat this give that fake actress her deservedly,' Nogra added, smirking.
"Especially for the attempted murder on both of us and even you too," Hona bickered.
The Hair Magician nodded, "Thank you, mom and Dad."
"I shall help my friend to finish this asshole Galastar's threat for once and for all," Prila professed, picking out the tiny strain of her hair and glowing the flourishing pink gleam on its paper-thin surface.
Prila closed her eyes and winced, 'This magic message might not be as efficient as Cangatha's telepathy. but at least Caldister can understand it.'
'I knew what's Asshole Galastar and her slave up to,' Prila thought. 'If you play defensive like this will not be what's going to happen next.'
Without hesitation, The Hair Magician hurled the hair strain that speedily soared, entering the depth of the mist. A tiny, fleeing noise was cleanly drummed into Scrap Devil's ears as he turned around and precisely caught his colleague's hair strain. He scratched his head before the hair sprawled the pinkish lines projection stinging through his hand, forcing him to grunt.
The hair strain turned into dust when Scrap Devil exhaled a frantic gasp, pressing his chest and inspecting the front view. The blockading mist didn't perturb his vision from outside, especially with him tapping his eyes to glow like a center, detecting the blurry sighting of overflowing water waves dampening both her opponents.
Scrap Devil sighed, Thanks for the warning, beautiful sunshine.
The Demonic Builder cackled and tilted his neck to the right. Time to make these aquatic assholes dehydrated.
After grasping the mind warning, The Demonic Builder slid his right foot to the back and stomped the ground, halting the mist from broadening its expansion. Amalia Galastar and Martatoriot-OX swallowed a large gulp of their saliva as they watched the mist pull to the center.
"Ms.Galastar, are you sure our combined move will work this time?" Martatoriot-OX asked nervously, pinning his sight on the mist vacuumed by the demonic silhouette who continuously hovered.
Martatoriot-OX gulped, "I'm sorry for showing this doubtfulness, but I'm afraid this is a shot counterattack."
"Thanks for your concern," Amalia Galastar uttered, tightening her grip until it leaked the steaming silver water bubble on her palms.
"Sadly if we don't initiate an attack right now, he will also build a long-range machine that could decimate both of us," The Actress reaffirmed, enlarging the bubble as she endured more replenishing water from Martatoriot-OX intruding her body.
Amalia Galastar cleared her throat, "It is now a situation who is going to land the killing blow first."
"I'm just doubtful we might fail to execute them at once," Martatoriot-OX confessed, propelling his hands forward and casting more stream of waters to phase through The Actress's back.
"Prolonging this fight only gave this Scrapyard Devil more advantage, Martatoriot-OX," The Actress whispered.
Eventually, The Loyal Servant withdrew his hand and dispersed the water streams from his palm after Amalia Galastar's shimmering horde of star-shaped projections throughout her body. The Actress mashed the bubble, forging the small maelstrom that levitated below her chin.
Amalia Galastar grunted, 'I'm going to put everything in this one…attack for you….two Triumph scums!!'
Even though trepidation shook her legs, Amalia Galastar heedfully stepped forward and tightened her grip on the handler. Crimson eyes shone through The Demonic Builder's sweat with the mist continued to be reduced, sending the shivering fear through Amalia Galastar's frown.
Regardless, Amalia Galastar clapped the small maelstrom, reforming into the mixture of yellow and silver sword water construct. The Actress slid the sword blade, steaming the green mist as she sharply darted her sight at the demonic silhouette and headed closer in cautiousness.
Without hesitation, Amalia Galastar dashed toward The Demonic Builder, radiating the star-shaped projection through its blade. Marching water wave folded the blade when The Actress hauled the sword beside her head and reached her opponent's near distance, invading through the mist.
As she ventured deeper into the vacuumed mist, Amalia Galastar spotted The Demonic Builder constantly spinning his body like an active windmill. She hurriedly kicked the ground below and thrust her sword to the back, expanding the folding water wave on her blade and scattering the star remains.
Behind Amalia Galastar, a giant silver half-body woman made of compile of water and materialized near her back. She initiated the lightspeed sprint as the roaming mist couldn't grasp her movement, aiding her to arrive in front of her enemy. Hence, The Actress relentlessly shoved the sword through the spinning Scrap Devil, alerting him to raise his glowing eyes.
Instead of landing the clean impalement, the sword phased through the whirling Scap Devil as if he were an intangible object. A petrified gasp was uncontrollably freed from Amalia Galastar's throat especially when the enemy in the front unfolded to be the mass of emerald mist.
He was too fast. The Actress scanned her surroundings and heaving her dreaded frown as her foe hadn't unraveled his presence. 'Even faster…than my combined attack with my loyal servant.'
"Too bad, your trump card is falling to waste," A contorting voice of Scrap Devil invaded her ears, alerting her to rotate her sight to the left.
"Hope you have a joyful time with your new torture partner," Scrap Devil's voice echoed into her ears again.
Elongated and paper-thin metal arms with corroded gold surfaces emerged from the ground's depth, gripping Amalia Galastar's arms. Another golden arm pair crawled from below and shackled The Actress's ankle with its grip. Emerald glow embarked through its crawled grips, inflicting a stinging pain as Amalia Galastar squealed and uncontrollably dropped her sword due to her entire limbs tremoring, leading the giant female construct on her back to evaporate completely.
Meanwhile, outside the shrinking mist, Scrap Devil leaped out and exhaled a constant, exhausted breath when he landed on the ground. He held his rapid-beating chest before staring at the back, noticing his colleague, The Hair Magician, slowly walk closer to him and lend her offering hand.
The Demonic Builder gladly accepted the offered hand, aiding him to regain a standing position. Afterward, Scrap Devil politely pulled his hand from The Hair Magician, centering his sight toward the mist. A burst of perplexed laughter was let out from The Demonic Builder, drawing his thumb closer to his chin.
"Why didn't you use your range ultimate forge?" The Hair Magician asked curiously. "It will be more effective than your trap version."
Scrap Devil chuckled, "I wanted to ensure this trap will work on catching speedsters such as her."
"Now it's time to liberate the main show!!" Scrap Devil added excitedly.
With The Demonic Builder thrusting his thumb up, the mist rapidly gathered in the center and sprawled some of its parts to the sides, echoing Amalia Galastar's howl. At last, the mist diminished its presence for the newest Scrap Devil's machine to unfold on the battlefield, stretching a pleased grin.
The current junk machine was none other than a ten-foot-tall chonky golden demonic statue with a twisting bull horn, crossing its arms. Furthermore, the demonic statue's entire skin consisted of a dirty frame of cars, a metal door, and many steel parts being forcibly combined into one. Even its entire arms were wrapped by the emerald cable wires made of broken stainless steel.
The Demon statue also displayed its stomach had a massive hole, presenting the Amalia Galastar being shackled by the arms and enduring the excruciating sting through the course of her veins. Absorbing the harrowing scream encouraged the demon statue to gust the emerald mist within its holed eyes, lifting its arms above its head sluggishly.
After fueling its eyes with a massive mist flock, the demonic statue clapped its hands together. It triggered the tsunami-like black smoke to shower upon the chained Amalia Galastar. She loudened her excruciating scream when the black smoke intruded her limbs, vaporizing any traces of water emerging from her fingers or legs.
The only thing she could do other than scream was to shake her hefty body from left to right. Martatoriot-OX grumbled in scorching rage the longer his master's distress scream entered his ears, marking his spiteful stare toward The Demonic Builder, who slowly shoved his thumb.
"Alright my golden buddy, Argamanax, let's put this asshole Galastar to have a good night's sleep," Scrap Devil announced snarkily, snapping his fingers and rolling his hefty neck from left to right.
Summoning this giant fellow might drain my power, but it was worth the shot to intercept the fake actress's deadly attack. Scrap Devil gazed at his palms that began to shake and giggle in relaxation frigidly.
Scrap Devil drove his thumb down, and the demon statue lashed its clapped hands downward, triggering some black smoke behind his struggling foe to mash together. Then, the mashed black smoke finally reshaped into a giant nail-surface bee sting object, marking The Actress's back. The sting soared, rocketing-like smoke from its back, spinning its bee-like sting like an active drill
"Ms.Galastar….Ms.Galastar!!!" Martatoriot-OX shouted, rushing to his master who fell into the golden statue of the smoke mercy.
Martatoriot-OX grunted and shouted, "I'm not letting you be imprisoned by that hideous thing!!"
As Martatoriot-OX tried to initiate the rescue, the drilling sting penetrated through The Actress's spine, dripping a couple of blood. Amalia Galastar ended the scream and replaced it with the devastated pants, feeling her entire body completely paralyzed. The sting paused its drilling motion and disseminated the rocketing flares on its back, funneling the pitch-black smoke from its tip to enact its splendid end for its foe.
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