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"Fall into the night... As I gaze into you."
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"Let's see who taps out first, shall we?" I grinned manically, watching my ichor drip from my arm. I figured we were bonded via Miyuki's poison- and I was willing to take advantage of that fact: what I feel, she feels, and what happens to me, happens to her too.
Her screams of pain was evidence enough.
"Bitch! What do you think you're doing?!" Her screams resonated from the phone.
I smirked.
"Let me guess, you've never been outsmarted before, have you?" I smirked, raising my blade over my head.
"It hurts like a bitch, huh?" I taunted.
Her breathing became heavy and pained.
"Come out and match me."
I then dropped the blade over my wrist, slicing it off. Watching my hand fall to the ground with a thud, I could do nothing but smile, it's fine- Shoko'll handle it.
My actions forced an angered yell from the woman, whose hand I assumed I cut off.
"You wanton whore! I swear! I'll get you for this!" She yelled manically.
"Yeah? Do your worst." I raised my severed arm, preparing for another strike.
However, before I could land another strike on myself, ahead of me was static- almost a glitching effect, and that "force" knocked my blade out of my hand.
The glitching effect faded, and in front of me was a tall, pale woman with long brown hair- her lips painted a sinister blood red, and a snarl present on her face.
She donned a long black loose fitting robe.
She was pretty, I guess.
Did I mention her severed arm?
I smirked.
My assessment was correct.
"There you are. Wasn't so hard now, was it?"
If I were to judge her based off of her cursed energy output alone, I'd say she's a grade one, and definitely not as strong as I had pegged her to be.
