“You know?” Slimantha said, leaning a tad closer to Latril. “Your eyes look so cool.” There was a small gap between the two women, and Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes were locked upon Latril’s lovely golden eyes.

“My eyes?” Latril said. She blinked. “Just wait a moment.” She pulled a pink compact mirror out of her black crop-top. An engraving of a crow showed at the top of the pink compact mirror’s lid. She flipped said lid open and then blinked again. “Well, that’s unexpected.” A lone sweatdrop rolled down her right cheek. A pair of eyes—her eyes—stared back at her from the compact’s mirror. The likeness of an upward-turned sword showed in each of the two eyes staring back at her from the mirror. “This must be”—she flipped the compact mirror closed—“a side effect of my ascension.” She sighed and then tucked the compact mirror back into her crop-top. Her gaze drifted down to the red bricks of the road she and Slimantha stood upon. Then her lovely golden sword eyes returned to Slimantha.

“Side effect or not”—Slimantha straightened up—“those eyes of yours look so cool.” She gave Latril a smile. “I’d even say they are beautiful. Three out of three. Great eyes.”

Latril blinked yet again. A soft blush displayed upon her cheeks. “T-Thanks for the compliment,” she said, glancing away from Slimantha. Then her cocky smirk returned, and the blush disappeared. Her lovely golden sword eyes went back to Slimantha. “You know?” She shifted her weight onto her right leg. “Why don’t you guys just surrender? I’ll make you my”—she glanced to Samuel, Mimi, and Black before her eyes returned to Slimantha—“four heavenly generals.”

“Four heavenly generals?” Now Slimantha blinked. She brought her right hand to her chin. “Well, that does sound interesting.” She then glanced back—glanced back at Mimi, who stood in the lush green grass at the roadside. Samuel and Black stood alongside Mimi.

Mimi facepalmed. “We are so not handing Bleakfyre over to Latril,” she said.

“You sure about that,” Black said, nudging Mimi. Her black feline tail gave a playful swish. “Being a heavenly general could be fun.” She snickered. “You sure you don’t want to try it?” Her tail gave another swish.

“Knock that off,” Mimi said, her beautiful golden eyes on Black. “Of course I’m not trading Bleakfyre to be one of Latril’s heavenly generals.” Her eyes then went back to Slimantha. “Just kick her butt already.”

Slimantha gave Mimi a smile, and then her beautiful brown eyes went back to Latril. “Well, you heard the woman,” she said. She then flashed Latril a smile. “Shall we get punchy?”

“I”—Latril blinked—“have a better idea.” She smirked, and a silvery sword materialized in front of her. She reached for it and grabbed its hilt with her right hand. “En garde!” She hurled the weapon at her opponent—at Slimantha.

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The incoming silvery projectile reflected in Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. She leapt back. Her black shoes tapped against the red of the road’s bricks. A viscous blue tentacle lashed out from behind her. The tentacle batted the incoming silvery weapon away. The weapon harmlessly clattered to the red brick road. Her eyes returned to Latril.

“Well”—Latril crossed her arms—“that was annoying.” Her lovely golden sword eyes were on the now multiple tentacles extending from behind Slimantha. “Just what are you really?” She lowered her arms. “Are you really even human?”

Slimantha glanced up for a moment, and her right hand went to her chin. “Pretty sure I’m human.” One of her tentacles batted away another silvery sword thrown by Latril. “At least I think so.” Her beautiful brown eyes went back to Latril, and she smiled. “I mean, if I’m not human, then what am I?” The number of viscous blue tentacles behind her increased.

Latril blinked. Her lovely golden sword eyes were back on Slimantha’s increasing number of tentacles. A drop of sweat rolled down her right cheek. “Somehow”—her eyes went to Slimantha’s face—“I’m doubting the whole human thing.” She gestured to Slimantha’s growing mass of viscous blue tentacles. “Isn’t this a bit much? Just how powerful are you?”

“Powerful,” Slimantha said. “I am powerful.” She gave Latril a smile. Her viscous blue tentacles reached out from behind her.

“Well”—Latril smirked—“I suppose it does not much matter.” She stretched her arms and black feathery wings. “Powerful or not. I’ll show you just how powerless you really are. I’ll show you what it is like to face a truly powerful foe.” Silvery swords—many silvery swords—began materializing in the air around her. The tips of their blades were all pointed towards one target—were all pointed towards Slimantha. “Now”—Latril the Crow extended her right arm and pointed at Slimantha—“become a pincushion.” The floating silvery swords shot en masse toward Slimantha the Slime Summoner.

A flurry of silver met a flurry of blue. Viscous blue tentacles knocked silvery sword after silvery sword harmlessly aside. A drawn out clatter of metal on brick sounded out. More swords came. One sword managed to slip past Slimantha’s tentacles. The slime summoner blinked. The incoming sword neared, heading right toward her face. She reached up with her right hand and caught it, the blade having reached an inch from her nose. The soft skin of her right hand’s thumb and pointer finger was pressed against the flat sides of the blade. She tossed the captured sword up and then caught it by its hilt. She hurled the weapon back at Latril.

“What?” Latril said, her lovely golden sword eyes widening. She leapt to her right. The silvery sword—the one Slimantha had thrown back at her—sliced into her left arm. She grimaced and slapped her right hand over the fresh wound. Silvery fluid leaked out from between her fingers. Her eyes went to her hand-covered wound. “Am I”—she blinked—“bleeding sword essence?” She pulled her right hand away from the wound. Sure enough, silvery sword essence oozed out from said wound. “I bleed sword essence now? That’s”—she blinked again—“interesting.” The cut sealed shut, healing away. Her lips twisted back into a cocky smirk. She spread her black feathery wings and began to float up. Her eyes returned to Slimantha. “Behold! I have become sword supreme. Who are you to defy me?”