Chapter 171: Encounter (2)
“Glint. Let handle this.” Fargo said, his eyes locked on the Succubus before him.
Glint stepped backwards, pausing only for a lingering mont. He then moved towards Rena and stealthily slipped his daggers back into his sheathes.
“What’s going on?” Rena asked, her senses firing on high alert.
“It’s just…history.” Glint responded. The expression on his face said there was much more to the story than his words, still Rena couldn’t really ask.
“You can put that away. Fargo said he will handle it.” Glint said as he glanced towards the tal claw on Rena’s right hand. The nearly one ter blades glead in the sun as she focused on sending away her weapon.
Rena then turned her attention to the scene unfolding before them.
“I see you’re doing well, little devil.” Fargo said as he stepped a bit further from his companions.
“I see you’re still a sleazebag.” Red-haired, pink eyed succubus responded. Her voice was cold but there was an unmistakable fury contained within her words.
“Sleazebag? Co now. We’re just out for a stroll.” Fargo said as he motioned towards Glint and Rena.
“You expect to believe that? Besides, you should have no problem with what’s about to happen. Six against two seed like fair odds then — did they not?” The succubus took a step closer, her halberd twirling as if it’s heft ant next to nothing.
*Tsk. As expected, she’s not in the mood to talk. Not that I bla her.* Fargo thought as he summoned his own weapon, a large blade with a wide flat surface. He swung it upwards, bringing it before his chest as the weight of the succubus’ halberd bared down upon him. Despite the size difference between them, Fargo felt the ground shifting between his feet as he was forced backwards slightly.
*She got stronger too. Annoying. As. Fuck.* He inwardly thought as he parried a second blow from the incensed Succubus. Fargo had an inkling that he understood why she was so upset.
*She did go apeshit after her big-titted friend went kamikaze. I wonder if she’s alright? A Scribe is pretty valuable…* Fargo’s mind raced as he shifted both his weight and position to parry the incoming strikes, which were fluid and well practiced.
*She seems to have a good deal of experience using this thing. But.. not so much fighting other adventurers.* He observed as he stepped further in and allowed a swift strike to glance upwards off of his blade, he then pivoted on his lead foot and arced his blade with an upwards swing. As expected, the angry Succubus guarded the blow — but due to her position she was forced upwards and back by several ters.
*These people really don’t give a fuck about what goes on around them do they?* Fargo thought as he glanced around. Most of the people nearby went on about their business, as if adventurers dueling was an everyday occurrence. The few that did look on averted their gazes almost instantly as Fargo’s eyes t with theirs.
*Ugh. Cowards.*
“Kneel.” The command cut through the sound of the nearby space like a knife, one that embedded itself deep into Fargo’s mind. Imdiately he was reminded of the one person he hated most as his knees weakened and he found himself slowly sinking to the ground.
*These control types really piss off.* He grumbled ntally as he was forced to both knees and one hand. His gaze was also forced downward, but this he resisted with all of his might.
*This is nothing! Gaines’ manipulation is a hundred tis worse.* Fargo thought as he clenched his weapon in anticipation of a strike that was sure to co. The Succubus walked towards him slowly, her mind filled with a singular purpose as her halberd trailed along her side.
Within two steps she reached the zone to strike, it was then that Fargo took action. He leaned forward and to his left , causing the vermillion haired succubus to miss her intended strike. He then roused as much of his mana as possible, pushing it all outwards at once. It worked as intended, restoring so of his ability to move.
Just as the succubus was gearing up to cleave downward with the full weight of her body, Fargo lifted his own weapon and forced mana into it. The specialized blade hungrily sucked at the supply of magic, the blade flowing with translucent energy.
*Tsk. This damn seal is preventing from using as much as I want.* He thought as the strike of her halberd ca crashing downward. The blue energy ford at the impact point and Fargo tried his best to make it as dense as possible, but it wasn’t enough. The blade could absorb and use mana, but feeding it his own resulted in a much less effective technique.
As the Guardian class adventurer expected, the mana faltered and dissipated, only relieving a fraction of the blow’s burden. Imdiately a sense of aggravation washed over Fargo as he thought about the strict limitations placed upon him by Enzo Gaines.
*Fucking 70%!* He thought, in reference to the fact that he could now only use 30% of his full strength at any given ti. With approximately 30% of his own mana gone and a foe that was hellbent on using hand to hand combat, Fargo was beginning to loathe the current situation. On the one hand, he was largely to bla. He was the one who chose to scout and attack the Scribe and Succubus. On the other hand — he would never have bothered doing such a vile thing as “snatching” if he wasn’t forced into it to begin with.
None of this mattered however, since he couldn’t outwardly communicate this and even if he could — he doubted that his attacker would even care. There was also the white hot cost of last ti’s failure which burned in his mind. The sight of Ashe’s body bursting into black flas and crumbling ash caused Fargo to strike back viciously. He flailed his weapon, firing off an arcing wave of bluish energy from his weapon. The mid-range attack dissipated the further it moved, but it served its purpose. The energy blast cleaved into the succubus’ abdon, pushing her even further away rather than cutting her. She careened towards a nearby group of onlookers, crashing into them with enough force to barrel them over.
Fargo quickly got to his feet and shot a glance towards his companions. Weighing his options he finally settled on the least distasteful thod of resolving things.
“Fuck this. Let’s go!” Fargo said as he dashed towards Rena, catching the blue haired wolf-girl unaware as he dragged her along by her arm. Glint followed without missing a beat, a strange sort of smirk forming across his face.
“You call this ‘handling it’ ?” He said, the temptation to talk shit finally overcoming his better judgnt. Fargo shouted back, “Shut it!” though, by the tone of his voice it was obvious that he was smiling. Rena jerked free, just enough so that she could stop being pulled along and the trio followed Fargo as he weaved through people.
“E-excuse ! Pardon !” Rena attempted to say as she bumped into person after person. Each was more unruly and annoyed than the next. Many shouted or scowled in response, but Fargo’s pace did not relent and so hers could not either. Despite being second in line, Rena quickly found herself behind Glint. It was now that Rena began to realize just how severe the limitations on her stats had beco. She could barely keep up.
“Get back here!” A woman shouted as she too pushed aside anyone brazen or stupid enough to stand between her and pursuit.
“She’s closing in on us!” Rena exclaid as she endeavored to push herself faster than her body would allow. The mark of enslavent on her chest began to tingle, and then burn as if it was enforcing its will upon the lycanthrope.The slave mark imposed its restrictions, and she felt slower despite her intent to speed up. This, she realized, must have been what Fargo was speaking of.
The scent of a woman filled Rena’s nostrils and for the briefest of monts she was reminded of her earlier tryst in the rooms of nto Mori. She pushed the thought from her mind with a fierce shaking of her head and turned to find the Succubus just a few steps behind. The red-haired woman pushed aside a husky woman and uttered sothing inaudible as her eyes t with Rena. The wolf-girl felt a heavy, overwhelming presence sit upon her shoulders that forced her to one knee.
Rena looked upwards just in ti to notice her pursuer conjure a ball of flas and hurl it towards her face.
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