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Glass’ engagement was far more harrowing, however.
In a blinding display of speed and precision, the transparent Morlock boy parried, dodged and struck out at a blur of red and black. When it finally slowed down enough for you to get a good look at it, you silently wished that it never had.
The creature was equipped with all manner of natural weapons, from a bladed scorpion tail, to razor-like pincers and a stinger that could easily impale a man. The shape of its body reminded you of a spider, but instead of walking on eight insectoid legs, it carried itself on a multitude of humanoid limbs. Some looked healthy and muscular, and others were wrinkled and gnarled by age. More limbs trailed up her torso, stopping just below her bare breasts. All three rows of them.
The demoness let out a rasping breath, but it hadn’t come out of her mouth. She didn’t appear to have one. Instead, an array of porous holes opened up in her throat, expanding and contracting like some sort of mutated sea sponge.
After a brief rest, she was back on Glass, assaulting him with a whirlwind of lethal attacks that left you feeling worried for his overall integrity. He wasn’t exactly fragile, but you didn’t think that there was any way he could keep this up for much longer. Then again, Callisto had declared him as her second in command.
But out of all of the demons you’d spotted during their battle, The Deep One’s opponent scared you the most. He wasn’t bigger than the blob that W was fighting, and he wasn’t as fast as Glass’, but this one had something that the other two didn’t. Skill and finesse.
It was tall, red, muscular, and noticeably more intelligent than its peers. Its long, white hair dangled over its shoulders and in front of its face, leaving just enough of an opening to expose its face.
It had no eyes. None that you could see, at least. There was a black cloth that covered the area where they should be, and you could see a great deal of scar tissue peeking out from where it had been tightly wrapped. Its sharp teeth jutted out from its lower lip in a constant snarl, but you somehow got the impression that it wasn’t at all angry.
On the contrary, it appeared to be enjoying its duel with Iara. You didn’t think that Iara felt the same way, though. Despite her perpetual grin, she was slowly, but surely getting pushed back by the demon. The large, black blades she wielded had been commissioned from Gloria, and she was extremely satisfied by the fact that she would get to keep them after the mission. But their size and thickness paled in comparison to the long, curving blades jutting out from in between the demon’s knuckles. They looked like a pair of deformed greatswords, far longer than its actual arms were, and twice as deadly as Iara’s weapons. The range disadvantage was clear, and the sight of its building muscles didn’t leave you feeling very optimistic about her ability to turn the tide of battle on her own.
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