White Demon and her Motor stood tall once again, even her circular saw blades which got blown to bits have been completely restored. A circular haze of emerald coating permeated around her Bull Razor; denoting that she was fully prepped and ready for round two.
“Come out from where ever you are hiding tramp! No matter where you’re cowering, I will find you and feed you to my Bull Razor!” White Demon scanned the course with her eyes, searching for traces of the Mysterious Mistress. After 10 seconds of searching, she saw a familiar helmet on the ground nearby. “I’ve found you!”
White Demon controlled one of her circular saw blades to chop away at the helmet. Immediately afterwards, she saw a bald-head character rushing from behind a nearby tomb. Sadly, her skinny legs were a little too weak to best White Demon’s Bull Razor.
“Fool! Do you think that you can run away from me? Taste my wrath tramp!!” This time White Demon commanded all of her circular saw blades to eat a piece of the fleeing character's flesh. As a satisfactory smile was about to caress White Demon’s face, a bright light pierced through the sky along with some strange voices.
“Hey! Hey! Lady, wake up!”
“Huh? Where…?” White Demon slowly opened her eyes and saw the driver of the Press Roller over her. “Hey, how come you’re still in the race? Weren’t you that loser who got eliminated by that tramp?” White Demon was unaware that she was lying on the floor in the area where the eliminated Tomb Riders were teleported.
The driver of the Press Roller bent down beside her and said: “If I am a loser then that means you are one as well, seeing that you are here with us.”
White Demon was still clueless about her surroundings. “What are you talking about? I personally rip that tramp to pieces.”
“Oh really? Then why don’t you take a look at that monitor over there since you’re so confident in your speech.” Not caring about the lady’s ego, the driver of the Press Roller showed White Demon a screen which was depicting the Mysterious Tomb Rider who was reaping her Silver Ghoul Soul. “Does that look like someone who has been ripped to pieces? Face the facts. That mysterious bitch got you good and she’s even gobbling up your stats as we speak.”
“What?! You’re lying!!” White Demon got up from the ground and stormed over to where the monitors were displaying the Mysterious Mistress. “How come that tramp is still in the race? Didn’t I collect the Soul Insignia and postponed my return to hell? I could have sworn that I…”
“You must have imagined it.” The driver of the Press Roller walked up behind White Demon. “You were passed out for quite some time there. If I hadn’t woken you up, I feared you would have slept till morning.”
White Demon was angered by the man’s smirk. “Don’t speak to me, you trash! Go find a goat to hump and leave me the hell alone!”
“Damn, aren’t you a wild demon. Okay, I’ll leave you alone lady.” The driver of the Press Roller walked away from the target who he didn’t even get the chance to persuade to join his newly form gang of Mysterious Crushers.
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White Demon held her chin with one hand while resting her voluptuous breast on the other. “Could that man be telling the truth? Did I really imagine it?” she began mulling over her thoughts.
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“Yes! Just a little bit longer. If I can last just a little bit longer, then that Soul Insignia will be within my grasp. Then I can crush that mysterious tramp.” White Demon reached her hand out for the Emerald Soul Insignia. 15 cm from its proximity a leather boot came out of nowhere and stamped on her arm. “Ahh!” White Demon screamed out after getting her hand squashed. Looking up, she saw the Mysterious Mistress’s full figure.
“Do you think I am a fool to actually let you get your demonic palms on this Soul Insignia?” Asking this, the Mysterious Mistress pressed her leg down on the Emerald Soul Insignia. It sent out a streak of green light that made its way into the Gemstone of her Motor. Seconds later, a green symbol appeared on her arm. “I must offer you my utmost thanks Ms Demon. If it weren’t for your unbridled tenacity I would have never come across this special Soul Insignia.”
“You thieving tramp! That belongs to me! How dare you, a newbie, reduced me to this blemished state? I was supposed to be the one who dominated this race and reigned supreme but you stole everything from me! My fame, my glory all of it.” Tears flowed down the cheeks of White Demon’s face and evaporated after being exposed to the blistering heat of her skin. Who knew that devils could cry other than Dante and Nero?
Taking in the demon’s saddened state, the Mysterious Mistress knelt down in front of her and wiped off a falling tear from her face. “You Poor thing… don’t worry. I’ll make sure to win in your stead but first...” After saying this, the Mysterious Mistress took out a knife from her inventory. “I must eliminate you.” she cold-bloodedly slashed the demon’s throat. Blood gushed out of White Demon’s neck then slowly she vanished along with her Motor. He name got crossed off the list of competitors.
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“No way. So that’s what actually happened to me?” White Demon finally realized reality and it made her exceedingly angry. “That mysterious tramp! I will never forget how you humiliated me tonight. Just you wait, the next time we see each other I’ll make sure to wipe your disgusting ass properly.” White Demon had an expression of unwavering conviction permeating around her demonic presence. The other disqualified Tomb Riders could sense malice and amplified evil radiating from her mien.
“Damn, I thought that lady was about to grow a horn by how fiercely she was staring at the monitor.”
Back in the Ghoul Arena, the Mysterious Mistress was standing beside a larger type of Silver Ghoul Soul. With it being this big it meant that the Tomb Rider it belonged to must have had a handsome amount of Stats. A bright smile was being concealed underneath the helmet of the Mysterious Mistress. “With the quantity of this Ghoul Soul, I bet that if I cross the finish line now I would probably end up in the top three positions. I can’t tell how many Ghoul Souls the other Tomb Riders have collected so I’m not certain that I’ll end up in first place.” She glanced at the large timer which was hovering in the middle of the arena.
“Only one hour and thirty minutes remaining before the end of the race. If I could find a Rank-A Field Monster and somehow managed to defeat it then I’m certain that first place would be mine. The only problem is that Rank-A Field Monsters don’t easily show themselves even though they have a lot more power than most Tomb Riders.”
While conversing with herself the Mysterious Mistress sat back on her motorbike which had returned to its normal state. “I doubt anyone here has encountered a Rank-A Field Monster yet. In that case, they must still be hiding around here somewhere.” As she sieved through her thoughts, a decrepit entrance popped up into her memory. “The catacombs! That’s it, probably there is one hiding underneath there.” She spun around her Motor and began motioning her bike towards the entrance of the catacombs.
Some Tomb Riders who were nearby, saw the Mysterious Mistress riding inside the catacombs and made up their minds to follow her inconspicuously.