Still being squeezed around his lower abdomen, Pedro let out a small breathless chuckle escape from his mouth, causing Loraine to squeeze the nylon rope tighter.
Opening his mouth wide, Pedro widened his eyes as he saw the sharpened eyes of Loraine, the crevices of her eyelids being slanted toward the center of her nose. Focusing her divided attention on the lich, she then started to slowly walk toward him, the rope that was around Pedro feeling as if a thousand needles were pricking him all at once.
Or rather…
(Pedro) Ow! What the hell are you using with that rope!?
His eyes glancing down onto the nylon rope, he noticed that the side that he was being squeezed against had many spikes laced onto the rope. A hissing sound came out from his mouth, he closed his eyes as he arched his head back, and his breathing was hitched into his throat.
Not only did the spikes stab him, but they also emitted another gas similar to oxygen, the gas punching through inside his gut.
As for Loraine, she then managed to stand right on top of him, her left hand occupied with a small metal object. Gripping the helm of her Swiss army knife with her left hand, she only glared at the lich below him, the tilt of her knife trembling around the smoke-filled air.
(Loraine) You kidnapped Boris… and you hurt my friends…
Raising her left hand high, the tilt of the blade reflected against herself, the small blade not noticeable as she put her left foot an inch back.
Thrusting her left hand toward the center of his chest, she aimed right where his heart was, not daring to look around her as her pupils shrunk. Gritting her teeth, the tip of the blade dug itself onto the side of Pedro’s left chest, the blade digging into where his heart was located.
(Loraine) So now you’re going to die.
Pushing the small pocket knife deep into the depths of his chest, the only thing that she could conjure up was a simple angry hum from her throat. Her vocals collided against one another, and she released another high-pitched shriek as her mouth was trapping the voice from within her.
Black tar spurred out of his chest, flinching his body upward due to the blade going through him.
(Pedro’s thoughts) Damn, this bitch!
(Loraine) You’re going to die…
Jabbing the single blade into his chest even further, her body hunched forward as she tightened the rope evermore, allowing black tar to escape from his stomach.
Unable to notice around her, drool started to drip down from her lips, her breathing erratic as her nostrils flared up fanatically. The entire blade was swept under his chest, and only the grip remained on the outside surface.
(Loraine) Die.
Despite feeling as if her head might explode, she pushed the blade into the very depths of his soul, her hands feeling as if they might shut down.
Coughing out tar from the corners of his mouth, tar was splattered all around his face, his nostrils being assaulted by the horrible smell that even he was repulsed by.
(Loraine) Die!
Exerting all her inner strength onto a single push, the whole grip of the army knife was lodged shut inside of his chest, not letting the edge of the grip breathe through the surface.
With her entire knife submerged in the bleeding tar, Loraine still pushed the knife through, the corners of her eyes rolling down tears that stayed along her cheekbones.
(Loraine) DIE!!
Loraine had her entire hand on his left side of his chest.
The tip of the blade reaching the cement below, Loraine widened her eyes as she then pulled back her hand, the nerves that she ignored plastering onto her like a nagging adult. Seeing that her left hand was being steamed and burnt, she let out a sniffle from her nostrils, her chest going up and down rapidly.
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Noticing that the rope that bound him was now inside of his waist, she quickly pulled out the rope as he noticed that his eyes were staring up at the sky.
(Loraine’s thoughts) He’s dead … he’s dead now … right?
(Pedro) cough cough … Guess I can’t regenerate anymore huh…
Slowly arching his head up, tar drooled from all over his chest and stomach, reaching into his crotch and left leg as sweat formed on the top of his head.
Having his frail and bony hands tracing the stone cobbles and wood that were laced all around the street, he pushed his butt off the ground as he placed his right hand onto the left side of his chest. With his eyes and face being pushed down, he stared into the teenage girl’s face, seeing her pigtails as well as her sharpened face.
(Pedro) You …
With his left hand, he extended it outward as he pointed toward her, spreading his feet apart as he created a stance similar to a pose of a certain show…
His knees were on the verge of buckling, his heels still gripped the cement that was beneath him, his bare feet and toes stabbing the stone.
The corners of his lips turning his smile into a frown, he sharpened his eyes as more tar dripped from the corners of his lips and nose.
(Pedro) I’ll kill you … cough … you damn weirdo…
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Between the lich man and the teenage girl, both of them were at a standstill as the reddish sky plunged the heavens above.
Having her nylon rope neatly tucked with both of her hands, she continued to glare at the man as she clenched her teeth shut.
(Pedro) What are you waiting for? You want your chubby daddy to save you again?
(Loraine) Don’t say anything bad about Boris…!
Controlling her vocals, her throat hummed and vibrated against her esophagus as she hissed the words from her mouth. Tilting her head upward, she tightened the grip on her rope, the rope blistering her palms more as she took a step back.
And in a flash, Loraine pushed her heels off the ground, charging at the lich man as she pulled back her rope.
Seeing her attack, Pedro used both of his arms to shield his face, the air around his wrist and hands summoning pure oxygen gas clouds.
(Pedro’s thoughts) I don’t want to use this move, but it leaves me no choice.
(Pedro) Aegis Condensation.
In less than a second, a pure cloud of oxygen so deadly surrounded his entire body.
Widening her eyes, Loraine used the heels of her feet to break her body, gritting her teeth as the motion of her body wouldn’t stop.
Pedro, taking note of Loraine being caught off guard, spread open his arms wide as he allowed the shield of toxic oxygen to be split in two. Almost copying a similar fighting style to Miles, Pedro had two of the toxic gas clouds wrapped into balls that encapsulated both of his hands.
Having his deadly gloves ready, Pedro then pushed off the ground, his heels sending him right where Loraine was gawking.
(Pedro) You think I would give up that easily if you stabbed my heart!?
Thrusting his right hand toward Loraine’s face, he twisted his right wrist so that his hand would twirl in a clockwise rotation.
Putting both of her hands so that she could cover her face, the fist that barreled toward her slammed on both of her hands. Feeling the vibration of the punch from the barely standing lich man, Loraine was sent back a few feet away from her original position, causing her to nearly collapse.
(Loraine’s thoughts) Ow! He still has some strength within him! How am I supposed to fight against that!?
Having her hands and arms laying motionless to gravity, she hunched her back forward as she tilted her head down, her breathing heightened tenfold.
Taking a few steps back from the lich, she noticed that she still held the nylon rope with her right hand, which caused her to grip the material tighter again. Letting out a small cough, she put her left hand into the soles of her jacket, her fingers deep within the leather fabric.
(Loraine’s thoughts) I hope this works.
As she pulled out a simple ball.
A ball that seemed to be perfectly normal, as it looked like something a dog would play with.
Raising her left hand high, the small dog ball that was colored red was perfectly seen by Pedro, who furrowed his brow as he laid his hands down to his sides.
(Loraine) I have this! Here take this!
Pulling back her left hand, she then threw the ball into the air, the direction of the ball being right near where Pedro was. As soon as it landed on the ground a couple of feet to the right of him, Pedro used his eyes to glance at the ball.
Crab walking to the right, kept his body forward while his feet and legs weren’t, while panning his face onto Loraine.
Bending down, Pedro grabbed the ball with his right hand, rubbing the soft foam of the ball on the palm of his hands. Turning his attention toward the girl again, he then extended his right hand upfront, showcasing the ball that he had as if he were a little kid.
(Pedro) What is the … cough … What is the meaning behind this ball?
(Loraine) Guess. The explanation behind it is really simple.
Hearing the click of a reload to the right of him, he quickly turned his head to—
A gunshot was heard.
Tar dripped onto his right eye, leaving him in a state of bewilderment as he then faltered under the weight of the sound around him.
His knees landing on the wooden and glass shards beneath him, he finally turned toward where the gunshot was last heard of, his eyes widening as he saw…
(Loraine) It was just a simple distraction.
Smoke emitted from the barrel of a short woman with an all-black suit.
Having her right hand grip the leather of her Mauser pistol, her entire suit and body were covered in tar, as not even her glasses were safe from the black goop.
Standing next to her was another man clad in all black, as black goop was also drenched onto his coat and body. In his hands, the man wielded a light-sized rifle sniper, having his finger on the trigger as he steadied his aim on the reticle.
(Agent Eren) You’re not walking away from this.