>>5905660Every second he has what's yours, you feel your anger swelling, your rage burning ice cold. You WILL take back what's yours.
“GWROOOOAAAAAARRR!” you snarl, lunging forward and trying to grab Dumplin's fat neck with your left hand. A hand which, oddly, burns with some sort of dark red fire. It doesn't hurt, but somehow your hand feels.... <span class="mu-i">hungry</span>. Immediately the Demon God leaps back your hand closing on nothing. But the Abyss itself suddenly surges from you, leaping from your left arm like tendrils of some great beast at the Demon God.
“WHAT?!” he exclaims as you feel the Abyss itself move. Like tendrils of some great sea monster, your Abyssal energy, visible against the void of nothing only by the faintly-present grey outline shoot forward at the monster. Caught by surprise, Dumplin is grabbed by the abyssal tendrils, the Darkness spreading over his body. You watch as it pulls him in, drawing the Demon God in as your left hand is pressed palm-first to him. Immediately you feel the bastard's power shrinking, his body growing slightly translucent after a moment as the flames around your left blaze brighter. You can feel that dark fire drinking the Demon God's very soul, weakening him by the second as you reach towards his left hand with your right, eager to reclaim your Berserker Soul. But he clearly feels this too, unleashing his might with a roar. “HAAAAAAAAAA!!”
Firing an Explosive Wave, Dumplin frees himself from the tendrils, jerking his body back away from your left. You almost grab his left hand, but the force of the blast stops you short. But the moment it ends you're on the attack, determined to reclaim what's yours.
“Tch! GRRRRAAAAAAA!!” you roar, lunging towards him again. This time with your right arm, grabbing onto his left wrist. Immediately the Abyss flows from your hand down his arm and up to his shoulder, while also trying to grow over his hand. However, as it does, you notice something rather... Odd. As the Abyss tries to claim him, your Berserker Soul blazes, burning the Abyss back away from his hand. Keeping the Abyss at bay all by itself, seemingly without direction. Both you and Dumplin are momentarily dumbfounded by this, the two of you staring for a second as the emerald fires of your Berserker Soul keep that bastard alive.
“MINE!” you snarl, bringing your left around again, swinging your hand for his chest in an attempt to rip out his heart, if he has one. But, instead of striking him, Dumplin simply opens a hole in his body, your hand striking nothing. “What?!”
“Let's see who eats who first!” he says with a sadistic grin, his body closing around your forearm. And you watch with horror as his grey body and garish clothes start to <span class="mu-i">liquefy</span> around you, spreading up your left arm towards your elbow. “A battle of hunger.”
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