Latril floated in the air—floated above the red brick road. Her lovely golden sword eyes closed, and a silvery sword materialized at her right. Another such sword materialized at her left. More and more silvery swords materialized around the floating swird woman. Her eyes opened, and they locked upon Slimantha, who still stood upon the red of the road’s bricks. The eyes of the two women met. A cocky smirk showed upon Latril’s face.

“A fool who does not know her place,” Latril said. Yet more silvery swords materialized around her. “That is what you are.” She extended her right arm and pointed at Slimantha. “But worry not. I will show you your place.” Silvery swords continued materializing around her.

“My place?” Slimantha said and then pouted. She glanced at the growing multitude of floating silvery swords. “Didn’t we, like”—her beautiful brown eyes went back to Latril—“already do the whole pincushion thing?”

“A fair point”—Latril smirked again—“but I have a better idea. Check this out.” She raised both her arms above her head. Her summoned silvery swords began rushing above her en masse. The sound of metal on metal rang out as sword struck sword.

Slimantha blinked. Her beautiful brown eyes were on the growing mass of silvery swords above Latril. More silvery swords appeared and promptly rushed to join the still-growing mass. Slimantha blinked again and cocked her head to the side cutely. The swords began to distort as they fused together. The growing mass of silvery swords became a massive silvery composite sword—a massive silvery composite sword that was still growing. Yet more summoned swords flew to the composite weapon, feeding it. The composite sword of gargantuan proportions continued to grow even larger.

Behind Slimantha, Black stood upon the lush green grass at the roadside. Like Slimantha, her lovely brown eyes were also on the positively massive composite sword. Unlike Slimantha, her cream complexion had notably paled. A sweatdropped rolled down her right cheek. Her black feline tail stiffened. A gust of wind bellowed from the enlarging weapon, and the grass at her feet rustled uneasily. Her black witch hat flew off. Her cute black cat ears twitched nervously, and she took an uneasily step back. A fresh gust of oppressive wind struck her, emanating from the alarmingly large composite sword.

Black glanced at Samuel and Mimi, who both stood beside her. Her lovely brown eyes then returned to the massive weapon floating above Latril. She raised her right hand to shield her eyes from the growing wind. “Get behind me now!” she said to Samuel and Mimi, her voice almost lost in the growing wind. The message got through though, and the hero and the mayor both took shelter behind the witch. The next moment, Black threw her palms forward, and a shadowy barrier sprang into existence around her, Samuel, and Mimi.

Slimantha stood outside of Black’s barrier. The slime summoner’s black shoes rested upon the red of the road’s bricks. Violent gusts of wind emanating from the still-growing massive composite sword buffeted her. The long locks of her brown hair whipped wildly. Heat poured from the colossal weapon. The air burned. The red brick road chipped. Red flames displayed along the still-expanding weapon’s blade. Slimantha blinked, unfazed by the growing chaos. The burning wind continued to buffet her. Her hair continued to whip. Her lovely brown eyes were on the gargantuan weapon. Her lips displayed a calm smile.

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“Behold!” Latril bellowed from on high. The last of her summoned silvery swords poured into the massive composite sword. The composite weapon grew even larger, its gargantuan blade splitting the very clouds. “Behold the Sword That Splits the Heavens!” Her lovely golden sword eyes met with Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. “With this colossal sword, I shall split you in half.” She flashed a cocky smirk.

“Split me”—Slimantha blinked—“in half?” A drop of sweat rolled down the slime summoner’s right cheek. “You mean fighting, right?” A second drop of sweat rolled down her right cheek.

“Fighting?” Now Latril blinked, lowering her arms. “Of course I mean fighting. What could I possibly mean if I did not mean …” A lone drop of sweat rolled down her right cheek. “Of course I mean fighting!”

Slimantha gave a nervous laugh, putting her right hand behind her head sheepishly. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The long brown locks of her hair continued to whip in the violent gusts emanating from the Sword That Splits the Heavens. She opened her beautiful brown eyes again, and said eyes met with Latril’s lovely golden sword eyes. She gave the swird woman a friendly smile.

“You do know I’m about to kill you, right?” Latril deadpanned, her golden eyes on the slime summoner standing calmly upon the red brick road. “Maybe instead of smiling at me, you should be begging for your life or something.” Her lips twisted into a cocky smirk. “How about pledging yourself to me? Do that, and maybe I’ll spare you.” The positively massive Sword That Splits the Heavens continued to loom above her.

“Pledge myself to you?” Slimantha blinked and then brought her right hand to her chin. She then lowered her right hand. “No thanks. I’m good.” The long locks of her brown hair continued to whip wildly. The air continued to burn. The red brick road continued to chip. Slimantha flashed Latril another smile. Behind the slime summoner, at the roadside, Samuel, Mimi, and Black continued to shelter within Black’s shadowy barrier.

Latril blinked. A mix of disbelief and annoyance showed upon the swird woman’s face. Then her cocky smirk came back. “Well”—she reached up to the handle of the Sword That Splits the Heavens—“it’s your funeral.” She grabbed the handle with both her hands and wielded the gargantuan weapon. The red flames showing along the weapon’s blade intensified. So too did the heat and wind coming from the weapon.

Slimantha yawned and stretched her arms. She bent over, deepening the stretch. She then straightened back up and yawned again. Her beautiful brown eyes went back to Latril and the Sword That Splits the Heavens. Burning wind buffeted the slime summoner. Her hair whipped. The very brick at her feet began to char. She blinked. The Sword That Splits the Heavens certainly was an impressive weapon, but just how impressive was it?

“Enough of this!” Latril said, anger prominent in her golden eyes. “If you are so eager to die, so be it!” The swird woman rushed Slimantha and swung the Sword That Splits the Heavens down.