Chapter 233 The Battle Of Livan (5)
Chapter 233 The Battle Of Livan (5)
Despite what Ashton said, it didn't seem like Mera was in the mood to get entertained by a couple of dead people. Sven and Celeste were strong, but they were nowhere near as strong as Mera was, especially after she transformed.
Celeste and Sven tried to do the same thing they did to Bishop and Marcee and end Mera's tael once and for all, however, before Celeste could even bind Mera, she attacked Sven and sent him flying.
Without Sven, Celeste was no match for her as Mera grabbed her and smashed it into bits with her fearsome claws.
"They were supposed to entertain me? Are you sure about that kiddo?" Mera snarled and turned to where Ashton was standing, however, he was nowhere to be found.
"Don't tell me you bought the bullshit I spouted before. As if I'll let anyone put their hands on you before me." Ashton whispered in her ear lodging his blades in her back.
Mera winced in pain but even through her pain, she realised Ashton wasn't trying to kill her. If he did, he wouldn't have missed the golden chance to do so. The bastard was playing with her... just like she used to.
She tried to grab his hand and slam him to the ground, but before she could even touch him, Ashton jumped backwards, saving himself from her vice grip.
"How did you get behind me?" Mera growled at him while her silvery fur slowly turned red.
"Hm... I'll answer you if you answer a question of mine." Ashton smiled through the mask of vampirism.
He was wearing all of his precious gear, especially both of the grim reaper's equipment he had found so far. That way he had enough mana to sustain Sven, Celeste as well as the Goliath for an extraordinarily long period of time.
But more importantly, he could use as many skills as he pleased to take care of the bitch once and for all.
Nevertheless, she had a plan to make the brat submit to her. Just like he had done the day she bit him. A moment later, the area within 10 meters was covered with visual pheromones that her body secreted after her transformation.
Ashton was within the range and it was only a moment of time before he submitted to her will. However, to her surprise, he remained unaffected by it.
Ashton smacked his head before sighing in defeat, "What part of me being a tribrid you didn't understand? Your pheromones wouldn't work on dead people and well, technically, I am one of the undead."
"I'll make you submit to me either way!" Mera lunged at him with ferocious agility.
Ashton might not have wanted to acknowledge it, but even though they were at a similar level, her battle prowess was still above his. Not only did she quickly adapt to his attack patterns, but she was also able to counterattack just as well.
"What happened to your voice?" Mera smiled as her claws continuously drove Ashton back, "Go on, entertain me! Do IT!"
However, Ashton did not respond to her provocations and kept defending against her blows. He wasn't even dodging her and taking hits after hits. It was only a moment of time before Ashton's forearms gave in to her relentless attacks and began bleeding.
Mistress took his silence as a sign of defeat, but she didn't want to defeat him. She wanted to break him. She wanted to tear him apart to the limit where he would have to beg for mercy. But not to save himself, but to beg for mercy to kill him.
The more she attacked the more blood came gushing out of his arms and the more excited she got. It was as if just the mere thought of hurting Ashton was bringing unfounded peace to her soul and pleasure to her body. Her flushed cheeks were the proof of that.
"Go on bastard, look me in the eye!" Mera growled and to her surprise... Ashton obeyed her.
She wanted to see the pain of his broken bones within his body, the pain from the gushing blood. However, what she saw were a pair of cold, emotionless but deadly eyes staring right through her and into her soul.
"You-"
She once again threw her claws at him, however, this time Ashton grabbed her furry hand before it could even get close to him.
Boom!
The next moment, Mera's mouth was covered in blood. With a single punch, Ashton shattered her snout while blood gushed out of her mouth and nose like a broken faucet.
His punch left her staggered, so Ashton being the gentleman he was, decided to give his beloved mistress a complete makeover and so began the one-sided smash bros competition.
With every punch, Ashton's next punch got stronger. It wasn't like Mera couldn't have defended her from all those attacks. However, no matter how much she tried, her body refused to move as she wanted.
"What is this sorcery?" She barely managed to mumble through her bloodied nose and dislocated jaw, "What have you done to me?"
[You have been poisoned after being in continuous contact with the skill <Blood Poison>.]
[Due to massive blood loss, you have received <Shock> debuff.]
It was only then she realised the blood she thought to be coming out of his wounds wasn't his blood. This was the first time she had seen anything like it, but the blood from around the battlefield had gathered itself around him in the shape of a majestic armour... unlike anything she had ever seen before.
Ashton had played her into thinking he was getting pinned from her attacks, but in reality, he was simply waiting for the effect of poison to take place.
His blades had been covered with his blood from the beginning and when he stabbed Mera with them, the poison had slowly begun spreading throughout her body. She opened her mouth once again but before a single word came out of her mouth, Ashton kicked her right in the face.
"I told you didn't I? I'll answer your questions if you answered mine." It was Ashton's turn to laugh now, "But sadly, that offer has expired. Now you will tell me what I want or I'll drag the words out of your throat."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The aftershock of his punches could be felt all across the battlefield. The force behind his punches even rivalled that of the Goliath's foot stomps. Soon his hands were covered in Mera's blood and yet the punches never ceased. But something felt off... beating her was proving to be too easy.