Re: Incarnation Death Match 9 Research 2

Sensing the tension, Venefica stood in front of Luna, brandishing her spear and trying to make her small body look as intimidating as possible. The little witch's face was twisted into a snarl - or at least an imitation of one - as her tiny features lean more towards the cute side and made her enraged expression more similar to a pout.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it was all for our own good?" The old man responded.

The elegant, white haired woman walked past the old man, removed her chain bracelet on her wrist, and gave the chain to him.

In mere moments, the woman's features seemed to melt, silver liquids leaking out from her pale skin and covering her entire body in a protective coc.o.o.n. Afterwards, the coc.o.o.n burst, revealing a silver haired woman wearing a jagged mask covering the upper part of her face. A pair of huge, bat-like wings, along with a reptilian tail, unfurled from her upper back, slick and sticky with silver liquid. Silver scales cover both of her hands and feet, up to the upper forearm and the knees, respectively.

"What a pity, little one. Why must you disobey?" The masked figure shook her head. "Together, the four of us would have achieved such feats." Her voice sounded booming, commanding, an odd mix of male and female voices speaking at the same time.

"Not interested." Luna's answer was curt, showing she has little desire to engage the draconic woman.

"Now, it seems the two contestants are eager! A bet, perhaps? Or was it a rivalry that remains unsettled until this fateful day? Oh my, the possibilities!"

The two looked up at the same time, narrowing their eyes in disdain towards the announcer, before shifting their enraged stare towards each other yet again.

"Are you seriously trying to drag the whole Altostra feud out there for everyone to see? Talk about childish." The woman hissed. "In case your ears went senile the first time, I didn't want, and still don't want to take part, on a petty dispute that includes, of all things, placing a small child in a life-threatening danger against her will."

"If you are trying to bring pity into this, then you made a grave mistake." The old man shook his head. "She is one of the important factors for our plan, and you stole her from us."

"Now, now. As per the rules, the match hasn't started yet. However, the mysterious feud certainly attracted attention from the crowds! Two contestants, as different as they can be, yet still connected?! Oh my!"

"Come on! Start the battle!"

"The dragon lady is really d.a.m.n s.e.xy!"

"Psh! She can hear you!"

Of course, upon hearing the comment, said lady glanced at their general direction, her expression unreadable. Based on the twitch of her lips, it was apparent that she found the remark rather distasteful - however, the twitch disappeared as if it was never there in the first place, and the mask covering her eyes made discerning her reaction even more difficult. The jagged mask looked more like a blindfold than a proper mask, and if there were a hole for her to see through, it was not apparent enough to be seen from a casual glance.

"Without further ado, let's start the countdown! Ten!"

"Nine!"

"You mean, I saved her. This is exactly why I chose to leave the Altostras, any riches you offer will not be enough to erase your deeds."

"Then, I will ensure you are no longer able to pose a threat to us." The woman replied and outstretched her hands, causing a huge tide of silver liquid to appear from behind. The tide formed a menacing shadow on the ground, its highest tip almost touching the upper part of the surrounding barrier.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Sister, come with me!" Venefica lowered her body, increasing the speed of her flight, and swooped Luna onto the spear just as the silver tide came crashing down. Within moments, as if unable to support its own existence, the tide dispersed and rushed back to Kriemhild, manifesting as a dense ball no bigger than the size of a single knuckle.

"Kriemhild, stop playing around, and put her down!" Theodore snapped and gripped the ornate gem perched on his cane in anger, his fingers becoming similar to a spidery growth encircling the beautiful emerald.

"Have you forgotten your own order? You have agreed to let me use my own methods to defeat her." Kriemhild answered, the displeasure evident in her odd, mixed voice. "Do not think of treating me as one of your toys, unless you would like to see how it feels on the receiving end of the silver tide." Kriemhild outstretched her right hand, beckoning the molten silver ball to come.

The silver ball separated into two parts, one part forming a claymore as tall as her body on her right hand and the other forming a towering shield on her left hand. She carried both ma.s.sive weapons with ease, even more evident as she started rising from the ground with a small flutter of her wings.

"Kriemhild!"

"Silence!" The woman snarled, and the man obeyed, even with clear irritation written all over his wrinkled face.

"Young one, it seems that you require a more intense method for correction." Kriemhild turned her head towards Luna, acting like the mask did not even hinder her in the slightest.

"I don't want anything to do with you, or that old crone down there." Luna replied. "Venefica, let's go."

"Alright, sit tight!" Unbothered by the weight of an adult sitting on her spear, Venefica rushed forward, fast enough for both of them to become nothing more than a pair of blurry black shadows.

Clang!

Within a split second, a piercing noise rang throughout the place, causing shockwaves to spread from the point of impact until they disappeared when they touched the barrier. Even though the force from the shockwaves were neutralized, the sound still caused more than a few audience to wince in pain.

The tip of the blue spear kept on pressing the tower shield.

"Somniferum Wind."

Venefica muttered, before the two finally backed off from each other. A refreshing citrus scent, mixed with the sweet smell of cocoa wafted throughout the arena. A few wrinked their nose in distaste, while others took a deep breath in response to the smell.

When the smell touched Ronan's nose, he scrunched up his face in distaste before letting out a loud sneeze, loud enough to prompt other contestants to turn and look at him in bewilderment. Oddly, as if he has expected it, Terry was unaffected, as he simply covered his nose with a dirty handkerchief.

"Why..."

He sneezed again.

"…Didn't you tell me about this?!"

"Well, you didn't ask." Through his handkerchief, Terry flashed a sweet smile, his eyes enough of an indication to his sincerity. "It's actually a pretty good smell, though I have a bit of cold today. It's unfortunate that I have to pa.s.s for now."

"As a fellow fan, wouldn't this be the kind of information fans will go wild over? I mean, compared to the old man over there, have you looked at their profiles online? They might as well be stars!"

"Well, I'm not much of an online savvy." Terry shrugged. "Besides, it'll come as a pleasant new info this way, doesn't it?"

"Fair."

The two combatant has separated from each other and landed on the ground, each without obvious wounds.

"You're stronger than before, little one." Kriemhild gave her opponents a small smile. "Have you been training since we separated?"

Venefica lowered her spear, jumped down with Luna, and stabbed her weapon into the ground.

Boom!

The weapon, upon contacting the ground, made the entire arena shook, a violent tremor that somehow went past the protective forcefield and rippled through the seats. Ronan felt dizzy, causing him to hold the back of the seat in front of him for support, however, Terry seemed unaffected, and his body did not even shake the slightest bit even as almost everyone else were taken off guard.

"Oh? That is impressive." Theodore hummed, giving Venefica an appreciative glance. "How did you make a B-rank capable of rank feats?"

"Not your business. Venefica?"

"Sure, big sister!"

The witch pushed the ma.s.sive spear even deeper, causing cracks filled with lava to form and spread towards Kriemhild and Theodore's side.

The lava within it bubbled and exploded, creating pillars of golden lava to form in random intervals throughout the cracks.

"Hm, this is definitely interesting. What do you think, Theodore?"

"You are correct. I bought her as a B, but this power definitely is from an A... Well, if you stretch the definition a bit, you can say it's almost a Divine-level." Theodore nodded. Kriemhild was floating right above the sea of lava, while Theodore stood in a platform made of hardened liquid silver. In spite of his proximity, the heat doesn't seem to bother him.

"Change of plans, let's capture her. Kriemhild, Bladed Mode."

"Yes, Theodore."

Kriemhild's gear coalesced back into a ball of silver liquid, before separating into a chainmail armor covering her crotch and chest. A pair of gloves and shoes cover both her hands and feet, each attached with a long, sharp silver blade. A small ball of remaining silver liquid formed a long sword near her mouth, gripped with the help of a long, forked tongue.

"Shall we, little one?" Kriemhild said, before lunging forward.

In response, Venefica pulled out her spear.

A gust of wind blew, and every single crack and lava river disappeared from the arena, leaving nothing but a hole marking where the spear once stood. The entire arena went quiet, including the audience seats.

"You-"

"Too late, Kriemhild." Luna said, a small smirk gracing her expression. "Do you realize now?"

Kriemhild turned around and dashed towards Theodore, just as Venefica knocked down and stepped on the old man. The 'D' shaped pendant hung precariously on the top of her spear.

"Urk!"

As soon as Venefica stepped on the old man, Kriemhild stabbed the little witch's midsection, causing Venefica to spit out blood.

"Big sister!"

"Ven!"
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In moments, Luna felt a throbbing pain ln her midsection, causing her to fall flat on her stomach. Ignoring the pain as best as she could, she tried to stand up and run closer to her partner.

"Ven!"

In the end, Kriemhild tossed the little witch towards Luna, causing the two to collide with a painful thud.

"We shall come back later."

Her bloodied weapon coalesced back into a ball of liquid silver, before forming a platform to carry the unconscious old man away from the arena.