“Rat-hero hurry up and get on.” The Mysterious Mistress urged Resotnero to get on the back of her Jaguar motorbike. He climbed on while looking peeved at her.
“Hey, lady stop calling me that okay? My name is Resotnero, not Rat-hero.”
“Tsk, whatever. Just make sure that you remember what we’ve just talked about.”
“I remember crystal clear. My memory isn’t that shallow you know.” Hopping on the Mysterious Mistress’s Motor, Resotnero put his hands around her curvaceous waist. If anything he felt satisfied at that moment, until he saw the owner of the waist he was fondling glaring straight at him through her helmet.
“Remove your filthy hands before I eliminate you this instant!”
Resotnero felt threatened by the chilling sound of the Mysterious Mistress’s voice, hence he quickly retracted his grasp from her curvy waist. 'This lady is so scary,’ was what he thought.
“Don’t fall off.” Saying this, the Mysterious Mistress revved her Motor onward on the bloody path. She was shifting from blood spikes to blood spikes; making her way closer towards the Rank-A Field Monster’s proximity.
Due to its own lavish technique, the Field Monster was ensnared within Heaven’s Symphony which was in the middle of the edifice surrounded by a myriad of blood spikes. Only that area alone had a small amount of space that it could freely move around in. If it wanted to pull off a drastic movement like say, a Van Damn's spin kick, it would have to destroy some of its blood spikes in the process and it didn’t want to do this because it had a profound love for its bloody creations.
Taking notice of its adversaries approaching, the Rank-A Field Monster grimaced and scoff at them. “Puny miscreants it ill behoves you to approach me any further. I Cherubel don’t take lightly to threats.”
The Tomb Riders ignored the glorified being’s warning and approached with insolence. The Mysterious Mistress launched her Motor on some blood spikes, making her way closer to the upper part of Cherubel.
“You’re up Rat-hero!”
“Again with the Rat-hero thing, seriously?”
Resotnero was displeased with how the Mysterious Mistress addressed him but he still complied with her request. Probably because he was too weak against her sexual geas. Resotnero ushered his Soul Insignia forward which brought about 3 transparent bicycles around him.
“Hey, lady I don’t have a lot of use left with this thing. So whatever you’re going to do, make it count.”
“You don’t have to tell me that just do as I’ve instructed.” The Mysterious Mistress stood upright on her Motor then drew out a dark blade from her helmet’s inventory moreover, she pointed it downwards at Cherubel's head.
Because of the constant vibrations caused by the shifting of her jaguar motorbike the Mysterious Mistress’s erected ass was invariably jiggling right in front of Resotnero’s blushing face. He was dazed by the shaking mysterious booty.
“Wow—” Resotnero’s eyes were popping out of their sockets. Each wanted to get a closer feel of the jiggling splendour before it.
“Hey what do you think you’re looking at you, big pervert? Hurry up and toss the damn thing already!”
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“Uh, sorry!” The Mysterious Mistress’s shout slapped Resotnero awake from fantasizing about her libidinous ass. He quickly put on his game face then spurred into action.
“Time to take that big-ass Field Monster down.” While closing in on the angel’s presence, Resotnero picked out the bicycle from the middle of the 3 transparent bicycles then sent it further behind him. The other 2 remaining bicycles he sent below where the angel’s legs were.
“I’ve done what you’ve asked. Now it’s your turn.”
“Alright. Take the wheel.” The Mysterious Mistress leapt off her Motor, leaving Resotnero to man the handle. She started soaring down to where Cherubel’s apex was while dodging and chopping away at some protruding blood spikes. Without taking a gander above, Cherubel was already aware of the descending adversary. “Puny rodent.” He simply clasped his hands then released another batch of Heaven’s Symphony. This batch, however, wasn’t as widespread as the last. They were more compact and focused on their desired target. 3 coagulated Heaven’s Symphony shot up to intercept their descending target. The omnidirectional blood spikes that they were protruding extended further and commenced their attack on the falling Tomb Rider.
‘It’s those bloody things again.’ A mouthful of saliva tainted with trepidation scraped at the throat belonging to the Mysterious Mistress; causing her heart to shudder. Even though fear was excessively trying to clamp down her vision the Mysterious Mistress shook her head then refocused her eyes to a slit. Fear had been overridden with a glare of determination.
“I can do this!” She motioned her dark blade forward, imbuing it with aura from her Crimson Soul Insignia. Inches before the blood spikes impale her, she twisted her body like a serpent then skilfully slashed multiple times downwards.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The first Heaven’s Symphony was reduced to a shaved sphere. The Mysterious Mistress used it as a stepping stone to gain some distance from the other approaching Heaven’s Symphonies by adroitly shifting to the side. She then tossed her dark blade straight through one of the remaining Heaven’s Symphonies. It split apart before starting to crumble away.
When this happened an unforgivable gaze was present within the pernicious eyes of Cherubel. ‘My Heaven’s Symphonies, to think that a puny creature such as you dare to destroy them. Now I’ll have to enact punishment with my own gloried complex. How pitiful that an inferior being forced my hand.’ Cherubel stealthily vanished from his current position. The Mysterious Mistress was unaware of this fact because she was still busy fending off the last remaining Heaven’s Symphony.
Resotnero, on the other hand, saw what was happening with a fully focused vision. A scented sweat blew off the jaws of his frightening visage as he shouted out: “Lady! It’s above you!”
“What?” Barely managing to sneak a glance behind her, the Mysterious Mistress became aware of the gigantic presence fisting down with 6 gigantic limbs!
Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
‘When did it get above me so quickly?’ The Mysterious Mistress swallowed a mouthful of saliva but instead of it travelling down her stomach it took a slight detour and washed over the tissues of her throbbing heart. “Ah…” her mouth opened up partially then without counting her breath it cracked open as wide as it could like a plier was aiding its extension.
“Rat-hero!!!” Her resounding shout caused the eardrums of Resotnero to tremble. By this, he knew what she wanted him to do.
Pow! Pow!
The death-striking fist of the angelic being disrespected the air by sending it shivers, moreover, they pounced down on the Mysterious Mistress’s character without a millimetre of delay.
Boom!
Massive amounts of air exploded into a tumultuous shockwave which shattered a large portion of the surrounding Heaven’s Symphony.
“How can this be?” Resotnero along with the Jaguar motorbike was forced backwards by the deafening waves that billowed. He couldn’t fathom the strength that the angelic being possessed. ‘Can we really fight against such an existence without getting eliminated???’
The audience at this point in time along with some of the eliminated Tomb Riders were all catching flies with their mouths wide open.
“Such an absurd strength that Rank-A Field Monster possesses!”
“Can they really win against that thing?”
“A Rank-A Field Monster belonging to the lower sub-class shouldn’t be that powerful. I wonder, did the Ghoul Programmers have something to do with this?”
“Whatever is happening, I like it! It has been such a long time since I’ve got to witness such a fantastic race!”
“Me too. This is amazing!”