"Very well, darling. Let's carry on with our games, then."
Scitalis spoke with a smirk before whooshing in Debra's direction like a cloud of smoke.
"You've got a death wish."
Debra's expression was murderous at his words. She roared out loud, charging forward as a fierce battle broke out between both parties.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten rounds had passed, but there seemed to be no victor.
Despite being in the late stage of Heaven Ascension, Debra had no upper hand against the two-thousand-year-old Scitalis. Scitalis, on the other hand, played nice out of not wanting to injure or affect Debra's duty.
Debra was anxious over not being able to get the upper hand.
Scitalis was at ease, casting out blow after blow as he jeered, "You're not going to beat me, pretty lady. I'd just give up if I were you."
Debra's face flashed with humiliation and rage as she roared, "You've got a death wish!"
As she cried out, her blows grew more and more sharp and merciless. Yet every single time, Scitalis was able to dodge them at top speed.
And at the same time, Scitalis would throw out another one of his infuriating lines.
"Hey, not so rough! Are you trying to kill me, darling?"
"Ha, missed again! I see!"
Scitalis was extremely cunning, and he knew that he would surely be able to take Debra down if he were to use all of his energy. However, out of concern for tainting his darling's beauty, he switched up his tactic and used words to provoke Debra so her mood would be affected.
It was important to note that a fighter's mentality mattered greatly, and being in a bad mood was bound to screw up their performance.
'*sshole…'
Debra boiled with fury at Scitalis' shamelessness. Her moves grew more and more fatal, but it did little to help with the situation. Scitails dodged every single one of her attacks.
Rachelle grew anxious at the situation. Her brows tightly knitted as she stood watching from the side.
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