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Not wanting to miss his chance, Glass kicked off his shoes and skated towards the demon with an impressive burst of speed. He grew another pair of glass blades along his arms and struck out at her legs and abdomen as he slid under her. The demon collapsed in an instant, becoming impaled on the little transparent caltrops that Glass had left in his wake during his passing.
Anastasia yanked her spear out as the creature fell. With a mighty roar, she swung it over her head and aimed the flaming edge at the demon’s slender neck. The spear-tip cleaved clean through its flesh, sending her head flying in a shower of black blood.
<span class="mu-r">“Whoa…”</span>
You swallowed hard, fighting down a surge of admiration so that you weren’t just staring dumbly at your lover in the middle of a fight. As soon as you were able, you turned and swung back over to the fat demon, hoping that Glass and Ana could assist Iara in her battle.
W was still deftly avoiding the acid bile of the fat demon, but she was quickly running out of immediately traversable terrain to make use of with its constant thrashing and melting of her surroundings. So, you decided to punish it for puking all over the place.
You waited for the next time it opened its gaping maw, and as soon as you were in position, you swung around and launched a couple dozen flaming web-balls into its waiting mouth!
<span class="mu-r">“Hope you’re hungry!”</span>
The process of creating them hadn’t been hard. You just ruled up some webbing, stuffed them into a sack(also made of webbing), set it on fire and tossed it towards the demon.
Its eyes widened considerably when it sensed the unfathomably hot web balls trail along its tongue and sink down into its stomach. The creature gagged and staggered back, clutching at its throat with those inarticulate club-like hands.
<span class="mu-r">“Seriously, I know all the pretty fashion models do it, but it’s just not healthy to throw up that often. They must not be too big on body positivity in Hell.”</span>
In that moment, you launched yourself at the pudgy abomination, both your daggers bared in hands veiled in blazing, ghostly flame. Both superheated knives stabbed into its round belly, carving through it like…well, a hot knife through butter. Or in this case, it might be more appropriate to compare it to “a hot knife through blubber”.
<span class="mu-r">“But really, it’s what’s on the <span class="mu-i">inside</span> that matters!”</span>
The demon thrashed about wildly and let out a guttural roar the further you slid down its stomach, your blades becoming slick in guts, gore, and presumably, more acid. But this was most likely a weaker, or less potent version of it. Perhaps the mucus from its stomach served to protect you somewhat. You didn’t know for sure. You weren’t a turbo-nerd like your brother.
The vile stuff sizzled on your skin, and you fought to keep from letting go of your knives prematurely. Unfortunately, however, the matter was taken out of your hands entirely.
(Cont.)