"How considerate of you, Barking Bitch". I speak sarcastically, not hiding my mocking grin. "Spying on me, during my recreation time. I almost believe you might be worried about my well-being…".
Ines is silent, her sealed lips showing the fleeting spasm of her gritted teeth.
{Eh?!. What's going on here?. She was in fact keeping tabs on me?. Because of me?}.
"So?. What do you want this time, Ines?. Or should i say, «What does the Iscandaris House, want from me?»".
{Surely is related to My Second Embryon, though being observed is irrelevant for me. I don't appreciate my impotence to realize there was a Summon watching me, most likely hidden by Spirituality, which could explain why i didn't notice it}.
{Or perhaps it's due to the building's materials. Nustown's metallurgy is truly advanced and highly developed, perhaps whoever create this Complex of Domes, even mastered greater feats, and this location is only the scraps of their achievements…}.
Ines's gaze is thoughtful, but she doesn't say anything, her previous talkative initiative evaporated by the sternness she tends to portray.
"Common, Barking Bitch. I thought we have past this stalemate. I come from another world. Sure. But that doesn't mean i was born a few days ago. Everyone wants, or expects something from others, there's no reason to get closer to anyone unless you have a particular pretention with them. My interests are extremely clear and straightforward. Are you going to be the same?. Or not?…".
"I…". Ines turns to look at me, her eyes opening in surprise, allowing the reflection in her golden irises become too evident.
Ethereal Wisps of distinct shades of colors are passing through the wall, coming at a high speed, and they are not a handful, if not a swarm that would not be distinct from a shoal.
"Braddiers!". Several Globe-Jumpers scream with rage, nervousness and uncertainty. Which is comprehensible, since we're in a place where the population has at least one Subclass, they lack a Profession.
And according to what Girlande told me during our morning jog. The Braddiers can possess people without Profession, and items clad in Spirituality.
{Good thing Nustown's people are apathetic and recycle basically everything they use, not getting attached to any material object…}.
The wave of Braddiers passes through many people in the dining room, some being possessed by more than 30 wisps at once, mutating into tattooed creatures that are mostly lambs and wolves.
This fits perfectly with the Residents, as they are a type of livestock, confined in this dome, and literally raised like cattle. Or temporarily trapped because of the Match Amalgam, lying to themselves, and others, about being good followers, when in truth, they are dangerous rioters, or worse.
"Dollzerka's Minion!". The plain manikin Cekx'Appealer sprouts from my chest, leaning on the treadmill to sort out Ines, falling behind the Barking Bitch, lunging towards the crazy man transforming into a faun steps away from us.
The amount of Braddiers reduces the overall visibility, saturating the area with their energetic and luminous colours, captivating as they are distracting.
The visual contamination is combated by the Gaseous Summons of Ines. They absorb the Braddiers representing the Black of Ordinance and the Yellow of Spirituality, along the combinations and variations of this two colours. Likewise, plasma shots are emitted from them, destroying the Braddiers of other shades.
{Do Summons feed on Braddiers?}.
A valid but irrelevant question, since i'm more focused on severely wounding and injuring the possessed residents, so my Minion can eliminate them, strengthening Dollzerka, allowing me to finally Evoke her.
"Use Summons too, Lustful Beast!". I listen Ines's suggestion, kicking away a pig woman, while using both hands to draw the required patterns and glyphs.
My practice finally pays off, though i only manage to bring one Summon, not two at once, probably due to my lack of skill.
But another double attempt gives me the second Summon.
One of the creatures is similar to a red dot surrounded by pitch black darkness and an upper perimeter of blue fire.
The other Summon resembles a skull made of charcoal with red and blue litmus accents, plus a dark fog.
Both Etheric Entities are aggressive, sucking or chomping the Braddiers related to Mentality, Vitality and Ordinance, while scorching or literally smashing the other type of Braddiers.
"Leave the Blue, Purple, Yellow and Orange Braddiers!". Says Ines, and despite not knowing the why, or if the Summons can understand me. I scream, repeating the sentence, and seeing the creatures are obeying it, focusing their efforts on feasting with the buffet of Braddiers they have available.
{Are they Gluttons?. Or simply Starved? Perhaps a bit of both…}.
"Little Volttair!. Kill the Blue Wolf". Says Itzel, her tone authoritative yet conscious.
"Is «Vurckair»". I correct her, sprinting to face the towering, robust werewolf.
Far away, howls resonate from outside the Comunal Hall. These are not cries for help, but a kind of spell. The noise resonating across Nustown, empowering the canines in the room, literally increasing their size, what is easily discerned by how fast and efficiently their muscles bulk up.
{I'd bet any bodybuilder will accept to become a hairy furry, for the kind of ripeness, and definition, this beasts have in their strong, falsely sculpted frames}.
The werewolf twitches it's ears, perceiving my arrival, charging forward to match my advancement. The green tattoos in it's fur glow brightly, covering it's silhouette with a dense Bodsh.
The movement is erratic but fast, pouncing to tackle, and tear me apart with its thick, sharp gold claws.
I evade by stepping to my right, throwing a straight punch towards the beast's head.
My knuckles are coated with the burgundy scales of the bodysuit, along the Dark Wine Emts of my Bodsh, providing additional damage, and defense.
I know it will not be sufficient to eliminate my adversary. So instead of using the scales solely for protection. I lengthen them a little into small pointed protrusions.
Jabs are quick but lack power, while hook punches can be very sluggish and almost telegraphed, allowing the opponent to react, even animals dodge, for slower or lethargic they may look.
But i have a clever solution. By making the pointed scales hollow, filling the space inside them with my lube, heating it up until it becomes hyper compressed gas.
Upon contact, my Bodsh interrupts the werewolf's energetic defense, bypassing the protection with the sharp scales, embedding it in it's furred skin like a small blades, the pressure squeezing the surfaces to create tiny holes at the tips, violently releasing the scorching content, equally to a Co2 Injection Knife.
The gas is unleashed with the power of a Fist-Gun, but instead of a single bullet, i deliver four discharges with one punch…