My True Wine Emts clash savagely against Natvoshka’s Silver Bodsh repulsing my foot with poor success.
The Added Shielding Of The Adarga serving it’s purpose, absorbing the excess of energy expenditure, reinforcing my Bodsh.
{That’s why the Eneld is necessary to integrate and combine the three ethereal protections into a functional and reliable defense}.
"What do you think you are doing, Vosha?".
"Protecting the stupid daughter of my sister. Can you let this go, Little Volttair?".
I ignore Natvoshka, waiting for Cadrissa’s answer, but the Young Sophomore is in no position to have a say in this conflict, despite she and her Fiancé are the victims.
"You have my...". «Support». I was going to say, but Yarunna scoffs loudly.
"My Fiancée?. My Grandmother?". The towering redhead mocks with haughty arrogance. "Even if you marry the weak Larissa Lunniares, it will change nothing here, and Vestoria Vecturion is not going to interfere in the affairs of another Family, even if a Pure Scion of her House foolishly decides to get involved".
"Rissa?".
My attention is disturbed, Cadrissa turns around, not wanting to observe , and not rushing to Brenna. "I can’t... , We have no right to be here...". She falls on her knees, sobbing. "The Cresset House doesn’t have First Wives or Spouses for the Pure Heiresses. I have no relationship with Brenna, if i interfere, could escalate to a war between Houses".
{You have to be shitting ...}.
Ines reaches for my hand, hinting we must leave.
"Do you understand now, Copy of Volttair?".
Yarunna’s remark obliviously removes the spirit of retribution that was fueling to acquire justice for Cadrissa. Because one thing is Compare to my Father, and another to say i am a Copy of the bastard.
After all, the second is a tacit disrespect against everything my mother did, which not only includes giving birth to , but ensure my safety after the first impacts of the shattered moon, lashed debris over Azthea.
"Step the fuck out my way Nydrikoff". I warn Natvoshka with stoic sternness.
Through mimick, she tells . "I can’t" And my fury annihilates my sanity.
The Ascension Animal Affection enlarges my golden claws, in hands and feet alike, while the True-Wine Halo empowers , dragging the Summon to hover within the energetic ring, learning a word, her na, «Abraxza».
I know the Summo has made a Contract with , giving access to so of her Stats. The increase may be marginal at this mont, but i can feel the fibers of my muscles turning lighter yet denser, more flexible, and resilient.
My amplified physical strength has an imdiate effect, pushing Natvoshka’s hand away, the sharp edge of my claws leaving lasting scratches on her etheric Silver Bodsh.
"Don’t make this difficult for , Little Volttair".
"I told you to move away. You chose her over . Nydrikoff".
The enraged grudgeful answer surprises Natvoshka, my gaze never landing on her, the blazing irises glowing in my eyes are solely locked on Yarunna.
"Offenses between mbers of the sa Lineage or Household are not part of our deal". Proclaims Natvoshka, stepping to the side, shielding Natvasha.
"Are you playing to turn back on , Nydrikova?!". Complains Yarunna, but Natvoshka disregards the comnt.
"You are «Berezovskaya Yavellant». If you don’t like it, Go against the «Insane Grandfather», «She» is the link that ties you to the Vecturion House".
An aggressive growl escapes Yarunna, her hands crackling audibly with overflowing electricity, sending lightning bolts from her palms as she slides forth, skating over the luxurious carpet.
I intercept the electricity, matching the fast advance with a simple aggression, colliding with Yarunna in a mutual tackle, that causes an electromagnetic pulse, interrupting and canceling all types of attacks issued with natural Electrons.
The stronger fra of Yarunna is insufficient to withstand the initial impact, stepping back, her Bodsh rippling violently, then cracking with the constant strikes of my golden claws.
Each hit weakens the energetic protection with scratches that carve down the thickness of the Bodsh, preparing the target to receive the full might of my punches.
Having six fingers on my hands, ans my fist now possess a fifth knuckle ready to join the fray of the battle, and the Adarga’s hollow scales do an excellent job bypassing the thick Bodsh of Yarunna. Occasionally, sinking the razor scales into her skin, releasing a frosted gasified lube, followed by the scorching version.
The abrupt dissonance in temperature causes a chemical reaction, detonating gruesoly the frozen tissue of my enemy.
{Left}.
I think about sending a left hit to my opponent, throwing a quick jab that blasts off the right eye of Yarunna. She can’t believe i deceive her by picturing my next move, effectively weaponizing mid fight the Berezovsky’s natural ability to read minds.
My strikes are precise, working perfectly with my thoughts, playing ntal tricks on Yarunna, making her unable to determine if i’m truthful or not.
Nevertheless, despite she is correct in so of her guesses. Yarunna remains injured, the hemorrhages slowing her tabolism, and her amplified domain is worthless to heal the accumulated injuries piling up with no end, forbidding her from keep up with my one sided assault.
Because i’m hitting Yarunna with the intention of hurting her, causing the most pain and agony possible, as i don’t pretend to execute her, that would be extrely simple, she must realize the offense she committed, otherwise, i could had ended her life long ago.
Two new presences appear in the room. One is Balalaika, and the other is a red-haired woman with heterochromia, one eye blue, and the other yellow.
She channels a beam of reddish magenta lightning mixed with bluish green and yellow, dispelling the electromagnetic pulse in the mont i resist the contact with the weird Electrons.
The attack seems superficial, but taughts a wide array of interactions to surpass my shortcomings, activating the Eneld, isolating from the imdiate danger.
Ceasing her hostile offensive, the newcor admonishes . "You have the nerve to attack my cousin?".
"Vruck can do a lot worse, Breyda". Retorts Verulkya, appearing behind . "You should be grateful he is asured. Unlike "...
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