Malthus wants to take my breath away.
No, there is nothing romantic in that, he wants to do it for one second and then when I will not be in my senses, he will have his way with . Or sothing like that.
And I don’t want that for obvious reasons.
He had my neck on his hold and before he could cut off my oxygen, I would make sure he let go of my throat.
So for that, my eyes glowed red as two lasers made their appearance again.
This ti, with precision.
They landed right on Malthus’ face and I would give away everything except my virginity just to see his head disappear.
But I forgot one thing...
This bastard has horns!
My lasers landed on nothing but his horns and those curly penises with bones remained still as if nothing was going on. My lasers had no effect on them. It was like hitting on a girl with an original pick up line that you ca up with only to find out that she is a lesbian.
I couldn’t move my head because of his burly hand otherwise I would have aid the lasers at his face.
So instead of indulging in useless lasers, I decided to do sothing else.
I stopped shooting beams and started flaying my legs like drunk ssi or like Ronaldo if he starts to drink coca-cola.
I landed continuous kicks on Malthus’ stomach, his chest, even his face, but the bastard was dead set on not letting my throat go.
I couldn’t speak otherwise I would have said my safe word—Harder.
"Nothing will work on anymore, human king. I am dead set on destroying you."
He grinned and a shiver ran down on my spine.
I have to get away from him.
WHISH!
I used teleportation.
I hoped I would appear far from him and I did appear far.
But not alone.
He was still with in the sa position.
Teleportation didn’t allow to get out of his hold!
"My hold is unbreakable, human king."
That I can see. Is he the brand ambassador of fevicol? His hand is not moving an inch from my neck.
"Try so more things if you want, because I am going to do my work."
Malthus declared like a corrupt politician and I went to do all the bullshit I could manage with my body parts that could still move.
I dropped my drool on his hand, I used Acid Rain as well, I showed him my middle finger, I showed my tongue to him hoping he would get annoyed and let go, but all of that did nothing.
Malthus endured all of them.
, Erect and Sexis made him capable of handling bullshit and now it was making problems for .
And after doing all that, I finally felt Malthus tightening his grip on my throat.
He was about to do it. He would cut off sothing inside my throat that would make it harder for to breathe. God, I should have paid attention in school.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t ti to regret the past, I have to do sothing. And I can only think of one way.
This was the way that gave confidence against Malthus in the first place. The way that made believe I stand a chance against this monster.
Therefore, I waved the fingers of both my hands and from sowhere around the battlefield, I heard steel scraping against the ground.
Malthus heard it too.
"It seems I have to fasten up the process. Things would get rough now." He said and he said it right.
Things would get rough now.
and Malthus had decided we would fight like n, but since my ass was on fire right now, I’ll take back my decision. I am a down to hell guy.
So fuck the chivalry and the sound of steel ca closest to until...
SHIIP!
SHIIP!
My hands weren’t empty anymore.
They held the twin swords.
The swords that had managed to cut down Malthus’ hand that held my Grandma and now they would cut once more the hand that was holding .
But since he also knew this, he did his best to crush my throat.
Nevertheless, I had my swords now and I won’t make any jokes before doing the deed just like that ti when I finally managed to impress a girl to have sex but I joked so much she beca dry and left. My fifty dollars went to nothing.
I raised both of my swords and slashed both of them at Malthus’ hand.
But instead of a THUD of his hand falling on the ground, I got...
TUKK!
My swords stuck inside his skin.
They weren’t able to pierce his bone this ti.
My wide eyes stared into him as he grinned.
"The hand you cut was the hand of Malthus without his own horns. This one is different."
He used more strength on my throat.
He might be right about him being a new Malthus but I won’t forget the fact that my swords did manage to go inside his skin. They weren’t completely useless.
Therefore, like a head set warrior, I didn’t give up.
I pulled out my swords and slashed them again. On the sa spot as before.
TUKK!
They got stuck on his skin again, not able to cut down his bone.
But my veins weren’t pumping blood anymore, they were pumping the unwavering will of a King in a battle to protect his holand and concubines because he had yet to receive blow jobs from so of them.
I pulled out my swords from his skin and did the sa thing.
Sa result arrived but I won’t back down. Not today.
And Malthus was the sa as .
His hand on my throat never went down even when my swords made his hand bleed. He would not rest until he made unconscious.
If my enemy could show this much strength, I certainly won’t let him down in respect for his determination to win.
So, I pulled my swords again and slashed again.
And this ti, I saw him flinch.
The swords finally managed to push deeper.
"You fucking human!" Malthus roared and used all his strength to destroy my throat.
And I will do the sa.
My swords and my hands found new vigor and I would fucking destroy his hand even if I had to bite his bone with my own teeth.
So I slashed my swords rapidly on the sa area of his hand and he did the sa with my throat.
We both were giving our all.
And after repeated slashing, I heard a new sound instead of TUKK, I got...
TUNN!
And that made beam.
Because that sound took birth because of the contact of my swords to his bone.
My swords reached his bone.
On the other hand, I also started to feel dizzy.
Malthus’ strength was working on my throat so before he could succeed, I had to win.
So after that sound, I carried on slashing.
TUNN!
TUNN!
TUNN!
My vision blurred but I kept on.
TUNN!
TUNN!
TUNN!
"Good night, Human kInggg!"
Not todayyy!
I summoned every ounce of strength on my hands and...
THUD!
No Tunn this ti.
I won.
But I think...
Malthus won at the sa ti too.
Because after the win...
I only got darkness.
I was successfully unconscious.
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