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Determined not to let the fat demon spew anymore acid around the battlefield, you leapt into the air and fired a pair of weblines behind you without looking. Both projectiles hit their mark and, with a snap, you were pulled back by the shear tension of the taut threads. You flipped backwards once, and then lined up another set of weblines to send you hurtling towards the head of the acid demon. A second later, you were launched through the air like a human slingshot, tucking in your legs and preparing to kick down with all your might at your target.
The fat demon looked up dumbly at you, just in time to receive a flying kick to the face. Specifically, where W had impaled its eye with its broken horn. The impact was enough to slam its back into a nearby building, causing the wall to crack and crumble under its immense weight. The horn dug deeper, but you knew that it could’ve gone deeper. So, you connected multiple weblines to its face and the side of the crumbling building, and began pulling with every ounce of strength that you could muster. Slowly, but surely, the horn sank deeper into its head. So much so that your boots were becoming drenched in its vile blood. It was only due to your feet’s adhesive qualities that you avoided slipping off.
And while the creature hadn’t died immediately, you were sure that its motor control had taken a serious hit from the permanent brain injury you were giving it. Its arms flailed drunkenly in an attempt to swat you away, but W was doing a fantastic job at webbing its arms to the ground and walls. And just when you thought that you’d be able to pull this off without any more major hiccups, a long, slimy tendril coiled around your torso, and the affected area exploded into pain!
You screamed, momentarily releasing your grip on the weblines, but you struggled to hang on by the very tips of your fingers. A long, snake-like tongue wrapped around the weblines, melting them down in mere seconds. Through the blinding pain, you wondered just how long it would take for that to happen to you.
With its tongue alone, the fat demon pulled you away from the horn and held you in front of it, staring at you with its one remaining good eye. Its sclera was pitch black, with a single bright white pupil puncturing through the darkness. It shone brilliantly, but there was something inherently sinister about it that sent a shiver down your spine. Or maybe that was just the acid eating through your flesh. It was hard to tell at this point.
The demon laughed evilly, opened its mouth unnaturally wide as if it meant to swallow you whole. And maybe it did. Your mind raced as it drew you nearer, its putrid breath making your eyes sting and your nostrils burn.
“Burn”.
Hmm. What if…
(Cont.)
