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<span class="mu-r">“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still need that thing alive, yeah?”</span> he said, glancing at the Silvertongue for a moment. <span class="mu-r">“She <span class="mu-i">could</span> still be alive in there. You’d best hop to it.”</span>
You wanted more than anything to drive your fist through his smug ass face, but you weren’t stupid enough to ruin the clear shot that Nico had on him.
Without saying anything, without so much as glancing at her, Bloody Lips seemed to know exactly what you were up to. Louise’s knowledge on your tactics might’ve had something to do with that. You couldn’t say for sure. But what you did know, was that could barely fucking believe what happened next.
Bloody Lips’ arm shot out, and a thick strand of webbing came out from his wrist, snagging a metal cart and whipping it towards Nico. Her eyes went wide, and she raised her staff just in time to knock the heavy projectile away with a concentrated mana bolt, but this left her vulnerable to the follow-up webline that snagged her leg.
Did he just-!
Lips pulled, and the goth girl flipped onto her back, writhing in pain as she struggled to regain her bearings. Rintrah looked about ready to charge, but you halted him with but a command.
<span class="mu-r">“Help Nico and the Silvertongue! I’ve got this!”</span>
Lips was still spewing black smoke making it hard for everyone in this room to breathe. Even your mask filters were beginning to get a bit overwhelmed. You needed to bring this fight into a more open area. At least then, you’d have backup, and Rintrah could call for Pandora to show up.
But you had to stall him long enough for any of that to happen.
Lips leapt for the stairs, desperate to reach the upper levels. You were hot on his heels, painfully aware of the fact that you could just drag him right back downstairs so that he’d never even get remotely close to Madame Webb. But you needed him out of this basement and away from the Silvertongue.
If she really did die from her injuries, then Cindy could get her voice back. But that also meant that all those ancient, forbidden languages would get released into the world again. No pressure…
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Matt had been hearing a great ruckus for some time now, and he was just about to check on how things were going, when the door burst into splinters, with you and Bloody Lips tumbling out!
The two of you were little more than a tangle of limbs and a blur of constant motion, exchanging strikes and parries as if it were a choreographed act. Despite his looks, he wasn’t a bad fighter by any definition of the word.
Sure, you were faster, but his skills felt more…refined somehow. That only ticked you off even more. He kept trying to use your speed against you by creating false openings and trying to bait you into overextending.
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