Chapter Twelve

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*Crash*

Damn it.

*Vroom* *Crash*

Come on.

*Crash*

Does this girl just not get tired or what?! I've been dodging these vines for the last 15 minutes! I don't think I can hold on for much longer!

"Persistent," She muttered, before waving her hand once more, causing the vines to attack me again, "You're really persistent."

Yeah, I get told that a lot.

I kept dodging the vines. You know, previously, I thought she'd be tired by now, y'know, since the vines speed were slower and whatnot.

But what is up with this? She isn't showing any sign of fatigue now! Did licking that flower give her energy, or what?

*Crash*

The vines are much easier to dodge now. Not because their speed is getting slower or anything, but rather, because of this girl's hand movements.

Believe it or not, I used to be a boxer. I was pretty good at it, too. Not a world champion or anything, I just went to one of the gyms and that's all. I've trained for a couple of years, and although I wanted to go world, I kept postponing it. It was a mixture of laziness and anxiety.

Regardless, that's not important, what's important is what they teach us.

Boxers train for years to read their opponent's movements- the movement of their shoulders, their muscles, their footwork, rhythm, habits- everything. I didn't think it would work here since I'm just mostly paying attention to her hand movement, and, well, it's not boxing, but it worked out fine.

Although It's a bit hard due to the pink tint in the air blocking my vision a bit, I could tell what kind of attack she would unleash by simply focusing on her hand and fingers.

Furthermore, I could now easily see the trajectory of the vines, and where they will land, even without the Third Eye.

So, the threat now isn't how difficult it is to dodge these vines, but it's for how long I could keep on dodging. Ignoring the aroma, my body is starting to ache, and I feel like my tongue is going to die at this rate, too, due to how many times I bit it.

Ah, screw this. I originally stopped using the gun due to its laughable speed, but in this case, I have to find an opening to attack. It's going to be a bit tough, for sure, but I'll fall from fatigue if I don't attack.

As the two vines from before tried to attack me once more, I elegantly ducked, dodging the vines with minimal effort, and then pointed the gun at her.

*Bang*

Blocked.

Not surprising, to be honest. I have 4 more bullets left in this thing, as well as the other gun.

I have to find a way where she can't block all of them at the same time. This will probably be my only chance at attacking her. Even if it didn't work, at the very least, she'll get a bit tired.

I hope.

"...I don't get it," she uttered, "Why are you resisting? Do you genuinely think you can survive that wretched Snake Demon if you managed to escape from me?" A new vine appeared beside her and launched toward me, and the other two attacked me as well, "Do you really think that?! When everyone in this building has failed to escape it and was turned into pieces?!"

Okay, lady, calm down. You seem more pissed at her than I am.

"...You're not exactly that much of a better choice, either." I finally exhaled and uttered this before inhaling once more. This holding-my-breath shtick is getting really irritating.

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