>>5491705Looking up through the stained glass, you would take into account the truth in their words. Despite the presence of the full moon on their side, you merely shook your head and started cracking your knuckles. “Afraid I can’t do that. See you have something that belongs to me, and unless I get it back, I’m never going to stop pursuing it. Although, even if you didn’t have my grimoire, any plan relating to Dr. Gotham, or the Lazarus pit can’t be good. So, I’m going to have to put a stop to that.”
“How unfortunate, it seems like we have to tussle with this young maiden, cladded in revealing warrior garbs.” The Gentleman Ghost laments, casually shrugging as he begins to float to Nocturna.
“It matters not, with the Sepher Rezial Hemelach in our grasp, we can just beckon your undead friends to assist us.” Tapping at the grimoire, Nocturna cocks a confident, sultry smile to the specter. Revealing her sharpened elongated canines in the process.
“Sound like a plan, meanwhile I’ll knock the socks off of her for the undead to finish off.” With a tap of his staff, the gentleman's ghost suddenly disappears. Vanishing without a trace, the specter would place himself directly behind you lickety-split. Before he could deliver the staggering blow, you would quickly disappear from his sight. “What the deuce?!”
As swiftly as you disappeared, you reappear right beside Gentleman Ghost’s blind spot, quickly grabbing his shoulder with a toothy smile. “You’re not the only one who can teleport. Though in this case, it was just high-speed movement. ~” Grabbing him tightly on the shoulder, astonishing the specter in the process you quickly clock Gentleman’s Ghost in the face.
Nocturna watching this couldn’t help but be bewildered by the silvery white-haired virago in front of her. “Well, I’ll be damned, clearly we’re dealing with someone who is either capable of interacting with the astral or is a virgin.”
Pulling himself up in an unsettling windup doll fashion, the Gentleman Ghost merely brushes his outfit. “This one certainly packs a punch. If I wasn’t already dead, I’d swear that punch would’ve knocked my head off.” He remarks, turning his attention back to you. “So, which is it? I want to say the former 'cause there’s no way someone dressed like you would be a virgin.”
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