𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 ♥︎

Chapter 14: Frozen Familiarity

''You...'' Modernia mouthed, stopping her assault upon Snow White to get a good look at me.

I continued to puke.

That... That was disgusting. Really disgusting. I would normally be questioning my ability to even do what I did to Chatterbox, but at the moment, all I could think about was the disgusting taste.

Was it really that bad?

Yeah.  Like, ten times worse than what you're imagining.

There aren't even enough words in the English dictionary for me to be able to explain how bad it was. And unfortunately, I don't know any other language.

''The heck?'' Modernia stood up to full height. ''What are you doing? What did you do to Chatterbox?''

''U... Ugh...''  Chatterbox groaned, slowly regenerating from my attack. ''He... Bit me?''

I coughed out the last bits of my vomit, wiping my mouth as I weakly looked at The Heretic.

''You're really suspicious.'' She commented. ''REALLY suspicious. Maybe The Queen's interest in you is not completely unrelated.''

Snow White used her hand to wipe the blood off of her face, sitting up as Modernia was distracted.

Unfortunately, she was met with Modernia's foot the moment she did so.

But this time, it wasn't enough.

No matter how hard that kick was, Snow White endured it and stood in place. She took it to the face. And then she grabbed it.

''I've got you now.'' Snow White grinned.

''Hm?'' Modernia looked back, just to be met with unbelievable amounts of pain as she felt her foot be twisted.

An audible crack was heard as Snow finally managed to bend Modernia's foot in one direction.

She couldn't balance herself out, the moment she was let go of, she fell. And in the time she fell, Snow White took out her assault rifle and smashed it across Modernia's face.

The weapon broke on impact, that's with how much velocity she smashed it with.

The visor that Modernia wore gained a noticeable crack, going through the center of it.

Modernia, now with her broken foot, had no choice but to stumble down onto the snow, hissing from the pain.

She reached out with her hand and felt her visors. For some reason, the crack in the middle seemed to make her agitated.

''Damn you, Pilgrim...'' Hissed Modernia. ''You'll pay for this.''

''With what? Another massage?''  Snow White cackled. ''There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't already experienced.''

The Pilgrim slowly got on her feet. Her body shook, still feeling the pain, but Snow pushed through it.

''I don't care if it involves me ripping your head off. If it's the way to give me some insight on The Queen, I'll do it.'' Snow White declared, a murderous gaze on her face as she looked down at her opponent.

''Fuck off.'' Modernia threw a middle finger at Snow White.

Wrong move.

Snow White punted Modernia in the face again, making the crack even deeper on her visors.

The Heretic recoiled back from the kick, now lying on her back. Her nose also began to bleed. She grits her teeth as she wipes the blood, a vein popping up on her forehead.

''Now's your time Chatterbox!'' Modernia shouted. ''She doesn't have her Anti-Ship Rifle! Do her in!''

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