continuing to rub his CARG seductively with her moaning claws. "This…is so unfair," she said moving slowly to her left. "I can kill you at my wish, and all you have is this silly weapon. You must be very frightened."
"Not frightened. I'm disappointed. I truly wanted to help you."
She stopped and stood still. She threw her arms back, her claws rising into the air. "Oh, that hurts, Lord of Blanchefort, that stings— that I've disappointed you. Hehehehe … go on, try to kill me. I will allow you an open attempt, a free shot, if you will."
She waited, her featureless black sash floating about her head, covering all traces of her face and hair. He thought he could see her grinning beneath it.
Davage smiled and put his CARG down. "I have a demand."
"I see," she said, waggling her claws at him. "State your demand."
She Wafted with a blast of air and appeared behind him, her tiny yet cruel hands wrapping around his chest, the claws interlacing together—an odd, menacing embrace.
"I demand you remove your mask," he said, nonplussed.
The hands appeared quizzical, surprised. "H ahahahahaha ! Request denied."
"What is the matter, Black Hat? Scared?"
The hands pulled back, and she reappeared in front of him. She seemed puzzled. "Why make such a demand?"
"You were very beautiful, sitting in my brig, where you sit right now. Fine skin, lovely red hair—those shining green eyes. I wish to see it again."
"Think me beautiful, do you?"
"I do. I wish to see your face again."
She stood there a moment. "Lord Blanchefort, I make a counter offer. You are a handsome man. If I didn't hate you so, if I didn't wish to taste your blood, I might find myself rather enamored with you."
She pulled up the lower part of her mask, exposing her mouth, only there was no mouth there. There was a Shadow tech amalgam of hairy female and male parts, squirming, rolling, dripping, reaching.
Davage was horrified. He turned away.
" Let me kiss you! " she said in a demonic Black Hat voice.
She approached him. He could smell her as she neared in the dank air.
" Come here and kiss me !" she shouted, using the Dirge.
Davage, Dirged, unable to control his actions, began moving toward her.
"Heeheeheheee," she tittered softly.
When he got to her, she put her arms around him, reached up, and kissed him with that travesty of a mouth. He gagged as parts wormed and thrust their way down his throat.
Feeling himself begin to wretch, he hauled back and delivered a crushing head butt to her mouth, sending her recoiling, holding her face. So much for the Dirge. A swollen mouth will hinder it.
Davage tried to go on the initiative. "Again, show me your whole face and be rid of your Shadow tech trappings … if you are not scared to face me as a woman and not a monster," he said.
The Black Hat stood there for a moment, confused. She suddenly lunged and sent a claw speeding toward his chest. Davage side-stepped and countered, crossing the claw with his unbending CARG. The Shadow tech screamed as it crossed the hard surface of the CARG.
She purred, impressed it seemed. She swiped again and again.
He crossed, parried, met her guard, side-stepped, and thrust. Sparks blossomed and floated from their clashing weapons.
Davage was a master with his CARG. The Black Hat, though fierce and determined, couldn't match his skill, and only his mercy left her standing. She tried an overhead swipe, which Davage met with the full weight of his CARG. It was a heavy weapon, and its mass was too much for her, her claws bent and shattered. He then gave her a shallow cut across the chest, which didn't seem to bother her in the least.
They stopped a moment, both breathing hard. She then came again, her claws regrowing, and seeing her try such a move previously, Davage moved to his left, swept her legs out from under her, and sent her down with a thud.
He put his CARG to her throat.
"Will you yield and listen to reason?"
Suddenly, he felt an iron hand grip his throat. He was
"Not frightened. I'm disappointed. I truly wanted to help you."
She stopped and stood still. She threw her arms back, her claws rising into the air. "Oh, that hurts, Lord of Blanchefort, that stings— that I've disappointed you. Hehehehe … go on, try to kill me. I will allow you an open attempt, a free shot, if you will."
She waited, her featureless black sash floating about her head, covering all traces of her face and hair. He thought he could see her grinning beneath it.
Davage smiled and put his CARG down. "I have a demand."
"I see," she said, waggling her claws at him. "State your demand."
She Wafted with a blast of air and appeared behind him, her tiny yet cruel hands wrapping around his chest, the claws interlacing together—an odd, menacing embrace.
"I demand you remove your mask," he said, nonplussed.
The hands appeared quizzical, surprised. "H ahahahahaha ! Request denied."
"What is the matter, Black Hat? Scared?"
The hands pulled back, and she reappeared in front of him. She seemed puzzled. "Why make such a demand?"
"You were very beautiful, sitting in my brig, where you sit right now. Fine skin, lovely red hair—those shining green eyes. I wish to see it again."
"Think me beautiful, do you?"
"I do. I wish to see your face again."
She stood there a moment. "Lord Blanchefort, I make a counter offer. You are a handsome man. If I didn't hate you so, if I didn't wish to taste your blood, I might find myself rather enamored with you."
She pulled up the lower part of her mask, exposing her mouth, only there was no mouth there. There was a Shadow tech amalgam of hairy female and male parts, squirming, rolling, dripping, reaching.
Davage was horrified. He turned away.
" Let me kiss you! " she said in a demonic Black Hat voice.
She approached him. He could smell her as she neared in the dank air.
" Come here and kiss me !" she shouted, using the Dirge.
Davage, Dirged, unable to control his actions, began moving toward her.
"Heeheeheheee," she tittered softly.
When he got to her, she put her arms around him, reached up, and kissed him with that travesty of a mouth. He gagged as parts wormed and thrust their way down his throat.
Feeling himself begin to wretch, he hauled back and delivered a crushing head butt to her mouth, sending her recoiling, holding her face. So much for the Dirge. A swollen mouth will hinder it.
Davage tried to go on the initiative. "Again, show me your whole face and be rid of your Shadow tech trappings … if you are not scared to face me as a woman and not a monster," he said.
The Black Hat stood there for a moment, confused. She suddenly lunged and sent a claw speeding toward his chest. Davage side-stepped and countered, crossing the claw with his unbending CARG. The Shadow tech screamed as it crossed the hard surface of the CARG.
She purred, impressed it seemed. She swiped again and again.
He crossed, parried, met her guard, side-stepped, and thrust. Sparks blossomed and floated from their clashing weapons.
Davage was a master with his CARG. The Black Hat, though fierce and determined, couldn't match his skill, and only his mercy left her standing. She tried an overhead swipe, which Davage met with the full weight of his CARG. It was a heavy weapon, and its mass was too much for her, her claws bent and shattered. He then gave her a shallow cut across the chest, which didn't seem to bother her in the least.
They stopped a moment, both breathing hard. She then came again, her claws regrowing, and seeing her try such a move previously, Davage moved to his left, swept her legs out from under her, and sent her down with a thud.
He put his CARG to her throat.
"Will you yield and listen to reason?"
Suddenly, he felt an iron hand grip his throat. He was
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