His momentary surprise over her speed left him completely open to attack; promptly finding a brutally hefty hammer head impacting his abdomen to send him through the air.
Unable to resist the boiling pressure in his guts as he skidded across the ground. Leaning forward while hurling up not only his highly priced food but a few liters of blood and flesh on account of that hammer having thoroughly mincing his insides. Of course that wasn't enough for her.
Continuing to run toward him with her hammer held up over her head - clearly with the full intention to flatten the good duke like a pancake. In a hurry he moved his hands up to catch that shaft. Grimacing as his insides regenerated but gritted his teeth as he didn't want to take such an attack for a second time.
A smile appearing as he held on either side that hammer head as it tried to come crashing down on him thus stopping it in its track.
Yet the smile still vanished from his face.
"How… How are you so… STRONG!"
For once it was her turn to smile as she looked at the duke whose arms visibly strained under the force of her own. Veins were visibly protruding as he was forced to put his everything into holding her hammer where it was. Even then it could be seen that he was gradually getting used to the weight..
"She gifted me the ability to increase my own potential to levels you wouldn't ever understand as someone who expects everything to bend to you!" < >
Her smile quickly grew to become gradually more bloodthirsty as she soon brought her leg up to kick her ex-father right in the chin. Sending him reeling back while at the same time letting her reposition her hammer for another devastating attack. One he knew he couldn't allow her to make.
Promptly charged forward with his arms out wide as he essentially bear hugged her waist making her unable to efficiently use her weapon due to it's length. Her first thought was to tear his arms off her while letting the hammer drop to the ground. Grinding her teeth as she found herself unable to.
"You may be… Strong but you aren't… Any stronger than… I am… Brat!"
His voice forced out with difficulty at the pain still lingered despite his high regeneration insuring that he had already physically received from the blow to his gut. That was the first time he had taken that much damage for as long as he can imagine. Especially from a mere human let alone a young girl,
Unfortunately for the girl, his words weren't merely out of arrogance for once as she found herself unable to overpower him but the opposite was also true.
The two in a stalemate where she couldn't break his grasp while he couldn't crush her.
Their strength evenly matched.
"Let me go!" < >
She growled as she tried to knee him however even that was difficult due to him being both taller as well as too close for her to really get any power behind it.
Although he wasn't content with just having her unable to move as he began to use his height to lift her up off the ground with a grin of his own. He at least stopped constantly speaking due to the pain that came with it. Not that it comforted her much as she struggled to break out his grasp.
Soon lifting her up enough where she had her legs dangling; using them to helplessly kick him while still trying to pull his arms off. Quite unsuccessful as he soon yanked her up as far as he could before slamming her down into the floor with all his strength. Resulting in quite the brutal thud echoing out.
Spittle left her mouth only for his foot to soon come down on her abdomen as if he was returning the favour from earlier.
Not forgetting to grind his foot into her gut as he laughed out maliciously.
At least until he started to manically hack up blood that was still just sitting about his insides after failing to get it all out the first time. His laughter causing it to aggravate his reflex once more. A chance that the girl refused to let go off as she stretched a hand point towards his head once more.
"[Bala de Sangre]!" < >
Blood seeped from the pores on her finger tip to promptly form a bullet that exploded forth to impact him in the chin once more. Having put so much blood into that technique that she felt a little dizzy. However its effectiveness was more than worth the faint discomfort it caused.
That blood bullet ripping through his chin to essentially erase half of his face in an instant.
She obviously wasn't the most shocked; one moment he had her right where he wanted it and then the next he felt a burning pain as well as being unable to see from one side. Surprisingly it didn't hurt too much as he felt warm liquid trailing down his body from his face. Or at least what was left of it.
Soon a dizziness overtook any kind of motor control he possessed. Forcing him to stumble back even if he unconsciously knew how bad of an idea it may have been - not that he was able to think about much under the general buzzing that overtook his mind. Even then he began to visibly recover from his wound.
She wasn't about to allow that as she quickly scrambled up to he feet before having one foot shootout to impact him in that pudgy gut of his.
Sending the good duke falling back on his ass,
His disorientated state was obvious so she took this as a chance to lift her hammer up onto her shoulder while narrowing her eyes at him. Adjusting her grip on the hefty weapon that had allowed her to initially overpower him despite their strength being the same. Somehow it didn't fell quite… Right to end him here.
It wasn't that she wanted to forgive him, be the bigger person or something stupid like that. Instead it felt a little too easy - like she was letting him off far too easily despite his cruelty. Finally it clicked in her mind as she heard the pained screeches from the wyrm Victory was having fun playing with.
Turning to see she had turned its own blood into a weapon against itself; blood spires skewering every part of its body with each having formed inside its own body if she had to guess.
Lethal for just about anything else in this world.
"Killing him when he doesn't have access to the wyrm feels like giving him an excuse of why he lost and thus letting him off with at least that to comfort himself… I don't want that." < >
Grinding her teeth while moving her left hand in front of her face.
Clenching her fist so tightly that she could feel warmth slowly trickle betwixt her fingers before finally following the grooves of her palm down to be visible. Once again turning to look at the scene of the peak of demonhood laughing over her prey. She was slightly surprised the wyrm hadn't just run away by now.
"I want to get stronger… Kill him and his pet…" < >
She didn't say it particularly loudly however she didn't need to as the demoness turned to her with a toothy smile on her face.
There was no facade that the demoness hid behind.
Openly & obviously displaying satisfaction for the choice she had made - slapping the wyrm away with a back hand one last time before turning toward her loyal archdemons. Gaze lingering on the demoness mother of insects and born from Childish Sins. Soon beginning to walk through the wall she had toppled at the start of her own fight.
"Time to go to beast republic thingy."
Waving a hand to command the three of them to follow her as she moved toward the horizon with a level of confidence the girl wished she could one day possess an ounce of.
Both the demons wasted no time in following their glorious leader yet the girl hesitated for a moment.
Turning back to look at her birth father who was still just sat there recovering with a gormless look on his face likely due to her attack taking out some of his brain while rattling what was left.
"I'll be back to kill you and the wyrm you are so proud of leeching off." < >
She said before tapping into the education he had forced into her in order to do as close to a polite curtsy as she could manage while lugging the hammer around.
Promptly turning around to catch up to her unlikely comrades where she took in the sights.
Only able to say one thing.
"Shouldn't we get you some clothes first…?" < >
Victory still not wearing anything.