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You and Mary just stood there rooted in place for what felt like an eternity. You would've liked to say that it was deathly quiet, but the ones who were observing the fight were either cheering, complaining about the damage to their car or making wild speculations about who would win. Flint was definitely part of the former, cheering you on like he was at a baseball game.
You shut all of those noises out and focused purely on Mary. Her eyes narrowed slightly, before they were completely covered by a thick panel made of broken glass shards. She moved forward an inch, and before you knew it, the two of you were flying at each other!
You ducked a swing, delivered a punch to her gut and detonated the explosive mark that you'd placed on her at the point of contact. A deafening crack filled the air as the metal flashed under the sudden burst of heat and pressure. Mary was blown backwards, and you used that momentum to place even more Marks on her body. She was suddenly bombarded by remotely detonated explosions, being blown back and forth as if she were being besieged on all angles.
The punch you sent hurtling towards her face was a normal one, since you weren't planning on blowing her head off. And yet, it was still powerful enough to smash her makeshift helmet like an egg shell. Red hair went flying as her head whipped back, giving you an opportunity to target her limbs with precise strikes. With each and every blow, metal and glass went flying. Some of it came back to reform into makeshift armor, and some of it just came flying back at you in the form of razor sharp projectiles.
You were placed in a rather difficult position. Pouring on the damage stopped her from swinging those swords at you or tossing random fireballs, but on the other hand, the more you damaged her armor, the more she was able to send it back at you. And it was next to impossible to avoid something at point blank range with the potential to track you through the air. Any time spent dodging just gives her more to rebuild her defenses. There was more than enough metal in your surroundings to sustain her until you bled to death from the countless cuts that you had suffered up until now.
<span class="mu-g">“BENNY!”</span>
You whirled around, searching for Flint…but found nothing. You could’ve sworn that you’d heard him-
A white hot pain surged from your flank, and you cried out in pain as your nerves were set alight! You jumped back reflexively, feeling a sharp edge grinding against your ribs. Any closer, and it might’ve slipped right between them.
You staggered back, clutching at your side, and staring in horror at the red liquid staining your hand and running down between your fingers. You looked back at Mary, who was actually licking the blood off of her blade. It should’ve been gross, but you found it strangely arousing. There was definitely something wrong with you.
(Cont.)
