239: Prating Deep


    “PETER KILL EVIL BIMBO!” Peter’s head roared as the monster dashed at Beatrice.


    “Looks like there’s little doubt concerning which of the two participants our lovebirds hold a bigger grudge against,” Theliciamented. “Skewering a man’s penis like a sausage at a campfire will do that.”


    The monster aimed to squash Beatrice with its war hammer, but Beatrice avoided the attack.


    “Eh?” Beatrice noticed a difference in the monster’s attacks. Just as the two engaged inbat again, Number Sixty-six took a deep breath, collecting air into her lungs, and breathed out through her mouth the same smog that she unleashed before, handing out a second dose of her fumes to Beatrice and the monster.


    Peter saw this, but—rather than get out of the way of the obvious trajectory well in advance—he raised his tentacle arm, aimed his tentacles at the snakedy, and shouted, “PETER PULL!”


    Before Number Sixty-six was even done unleashing the fumes, three fleshy tentacles flew through the air, extended from the monster’s tentacle hand, grabbed the snakedy’s waist, and pulled her through her own fumes, toward the vengeance-seeking monster.


    For a split second, Beatrice considered helping the snakedy, but considering that the snake tried to take her out rather than help her, Beatrice preferred using the opportunity to instead strike at the monster.


    “Peter!” Wendy’s head screamed for her husband’s attention and swung the war hammer through the air, where the attacking subus was a second ago.


    “You’ve really gotten a lot slower,” Beatrice said after easily dodging the monster’s hammer attacks one after another. “Whether it was poison or whatever, your absurd power means nothing if you can no longer reach me.”


    Beatrice then moved in closer, past the hammer’s range, and—using her [Sharp ws] —swung at the upper arm that wielded the overgrown, mutated hammer. Beatrice struck closer to the shoulder of the beast, far away from the calcified forearm, allowing her to tear through the muscle and hack off the arm entirely.


    “WRAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!” both heads of the monster screamed in pain and wailed their two other, functioning arms aimlessly at the subus.


    <em>The benefit of such a low-level passive is that my Stamina literally regenerates faster than I spend it on [Sharp ws],</em> Beatrice grinned, enjoying getting the situation back under control.


    Meanwhile, the tentacles pulled the snakedy closer to the wounded monster, but—rather than try to escape—the snakedy stuck two fingers down her throat and caused herself to hurl, unleashing sickly-green vomit right on the monster. She probably hoped to get some on Beatrice too, but the subus was having no difficulty avoiding the Peter/Wendy’s attacks and was thus not entangled enough with the monster to allow even a single drop of the vomit to reach her.


    The monster was not so lucky. The vomit sshed across tentacles, tentacle arm, left shoulder, and one leg. The moment that the poisonous liquid touched the monster’s skin, smoke in the colors of rotting meat began to rise from every area that the liquid touched. The sizzling sounds that apanied the smoke, confirmed the obvious—the acidic vomit burned the monster alive.


    “UUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!” both Wendy and Peter howled in agony, falling back to their knees and letting the snakedy go involuntarily. Not like it matter though, as their tentacles melted off their arm, while the vomit burned deeper holes in theirbined body.


    “Well, looks like that’s all she wrote, folks!” Thelicia said somberly, though her voice was still heard clear over the crowds that once againined and spouted offensive crap.


    “Peter!” the Wendy-head screamed and turned to Peter.


    “Wendy!” the Peter-head screamed and turned to Wendy.


    They nodded at each other and shouted in unison, “Lover’s dark union! Demon Regeneration!”


    Dark energies again radiated from their body and grew to surround them.


    <em>More buffs!? Regeneration?</em> Beatrice had enough of letting her opponents power up over and over again. It was only fun to let her opponent power up when they still ended up crushed by her regardless of buffs. <em>Otherwise, I’m the fool!</em> Beatrice had to end this before it got really out of hand.


    “Hey, Peter!” Beatrice called for the orcish Peter-head’s attention before it disappeared in its own aura. “Your wife is uglier than an anglerfish!”


    “What!?” Peter snapped and looked at Beatrice, reaching for her with his two good arms, ready to snap her in half.


    That was all that Beatrice needed, as she looked back into Peter’s eyes and cast [Daze].


    “Huuuuuuuuuuuuuh?” Peter’s expression grew even dumber as his eyes widened and stared aimlessly through Beatrice.


    “P-peter?” Wendy’s head called out to her husband as the magical aura around them weakened.


    The monster’s arms fell limp at its sides, and Beatrice jumped in, aiming her index finger at Peter’s head.


    “PETER!!” Wendy screamed and took control of the arms that her husband just lost, but toote.


    The moment that Beatrice’s fingernail was less than a foot away from Peter’s clueless eyeball, she used her [Extend ws] Skill that was back up from its two-minute cooldown and skewered Peter’s right eyeball, prating deep into the brain behind it.