Pew!
Shwing!
Kaboom!
"Shadow Arrow!"
"Dark Nyt!"
"Black Frost!"
"Necro Vine!"
"Cover of Night!"
With each passing stroke, Knoxis deftly avoided the attacks launched by the scantily clad women in front of him her maniacal (yet paradoxically sexy– yes, there are some men who love menheras), leaping side to side, dodging every blast aimed at him. "Women, heh. Can't make up their mind in anything..."
"Shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! Shut your stinking, filthy trap up! The only one who can even come close to berating me is Lord Ingan; anyone else will have their tongue cut right off! Damn it, don't think you have the right to tell me what I can do! Why, that cuckold of an Elf– wh-who, who was that Elf..."
ArRrGggHhH!
Voice crackling in staccato, Knoxis watched, guarded, as the scantily clad woman before him, Mephitra, knelt on her knees, screaming at the top of her lungs, her face oscillating from a sultry Succubus to a pure, unblemished maiden. What the fuck is going on here–
Shiiing!
Eyes shrinking, Knoxis deftly dodged to the side, rolling as a dark beam of light brushed past him, causing a crack to appear in the barrier he had erected using the Reality Anchor. Damn it, I only have this one left! Ever since the Bureau collapsed, most foundries and research centres have collapsed at the onset of the Great Surge! Adding to the fact that the House of Wisdom was banished to God knows where, the knowledge needed to even thread the screws itself has gone MIA! If I see even one more scratch, man or woman, you'd better pray that I don't find the coordinates to the Phosphus dimension!
Resisting the urge to strangle the screeching banshee in front of him, Knoxis took a deep breath before turning his attention towards the empty hall. Good, seems that nobody is behind me. I should also thank whoever is shielding this world and preventing me from using my psychic insights; otherwise, what I'll do now would reveal that I'm still alive–
"Nyxis Immemorium!"
Dark tentacles emerged from the ground, the surroundings turning dark, as the writhing abominations began enclosing Knoxis. Licentious scenes began appearing, but twisted in all shapes and manners:
Deformed women giving birth to unholy creations, orgies happening everywhere, creatures dancing in weird, jarring figures– the whole schabang!
Tch, Eldritch cunts– having hands everywhere...
Realising that it had escalated too far, Knoxis knew that he could no longer hide his strength, considering the fact that Mephitra, the... 'thing'... that was fighting him, began mutating into a Shoggoth. Fuck it, if I don't do something about it, Hastur or Cthulu might come here, considering their licentious nature. But I can only reveal myself for 5 seconds at max– gotta time it right!
"NOOOOO! EIREN, FORGIVE MEEEEE!!!"
Seeing Mephitra screeching an unholy wail, Knoxis knew that this was his only chance. Damn it, I hope they do not catch the fact that a member of the Samsara Department is still alive...
Denen der Gefallenen – möge ihnen das Urteil zuteilwerden, das sie verdienen…