Everything flashed white. Elana’s reeling body recoiled in pain as the bright light hurt her eyes. Blind, she threw ice at Ashton, hoping it would stop him but knowing it wouldn’t.
But the expected blow didn’t come. Hammer didn’t crush her head or turn her bones into pulp. Nothing hit her body, robbing her life. There was no magic aimed at her vitals.
Only a crashing noise. It refused to end, polluting all sound and biting into Elana’s brain. The ringing in her ears grew only worse. She tried to open her eyes to find her enemy.
The fight hadn’t ended. Just blindly attacking wouldn’t do. She had to do better. Elana tightened her grasp on her sword, preparing to attack.
If only the noise and the pain stopped. The energy discharge was throwing her off. It was…
“Moira!” She gasped, feeling her woman was now close. Elana could feel her come closer still. “No! It’s dangerous!”
Panic overtook her mind. Elana slammed the side of her ice shield on the ground and used it to support herself. She had to get up. She had to stop Ashton before he got to Moira.
Finally, with great difficulty, Elana forced her eyes open. The blinding light was still there. And so was a… Scream?
Elana swayed, almost falling. She heard Ashton’s scream. She knew where he was now. All she needed to do was raise her sword and…
A palm pressed on Elana’s shoulder, stopping her from her desperate attempt. “Moira…” She was pulled in a hug.
Moira’s energy mixed with Elana’s as the Saintess began to heal. “You are so hurt…” Moira whispered. “My brave knight…”
“What?” Elana coughed as the world around her finally stabilised. Belatedly, she realised the blinding light was lighting, continuously striking Ashton’s body. “Did you…” Her question was left open as she was thrown into another coughing fit.
“That creep did a number on you,” Moira muttered while cradling Elana. “You are so hurt.”
“How?” Elana needed something to drink. Her voice was coarse, and her throat itched. Mary had something… She shook her head to free her head from the intrusive thoughts. “We have to chain Mary…” She wanted to curse.
“I don’t mind, but it’s not time for that.” Moira’s hug grew tighter. “Are you alright? Can you stand up?”
“Of course… I was about to fight again.” Elana’s words had more energy than she felt in her body.
Still, she had claimed something, so she would do it. Elana’s trembling limbs barely freed her from her woman’s grasp. The healing had improved her condition enough.
Now, Elana took her time to see what had stopped Ashton.
The Saint was still standing. His body was unyielding even in his current condition.
The Ice sword Elana had stabbed into the man’s back was now a conduit. It received electricity coming from the ceiling, allowing it to enter the Saint’s body – cooking him from inside.
And the whole bunch of energy entering the Saint’s body came out of his ass. The other sword was still deep inside the man’s cavity and now spewed out sparkles and light.
“How?” Elana had to wonder. This shouldn’t be working. She felt Moira channel her power into the ground, but it didn’t make sense for Elana.
“The Princess helped,” Moira explained. “She showed a device built into the throne where you can insert your energy into the runes imbued into the castle. With a bit of tinkering, I was recognised as a worthy person. It allows me to spend my mana and divine power to…” She gesticulated towards the spasming man. “Well, that.”
“I see…” Elana chewed on the information while Ashton continued to shit shimmer. “But..” Her eyes were still on the man.
“We won, Elana.” Moira tried to hug the blonde again. “We won.” She wiped off a tear.
“This isn’t…” Elana furrowed her brows. And raised her sword. “Quick. Keep healing me!” She ordered while preparing.
“What is it?”
“The fucker hasn’t fallen yet,” Elana growled. “Fucking heal me!” She grabbed Moira’s hand and pressed it against her breast. “Do it!”
“He isn’t… What?” Moira was startled and hurried to follow the order. “Is he still alive?”
“He is still screaming, isn’t he?” Elana enjoyed the feeling of Moira’s fingers groping her chest. But the worry over what the Saint would do took away from the moment. She continued to gather ice around her while keeping Moira out of the cold.
“FUUUUUCK!” Ashton suddenly broke out of his frozen state. “FUUUUCK!” He swung his large hammers while his dick began to dispense sparkles. The long snakes of electricity were almost comical with how they looked like he was peeing lighting.
It didn’t help that his dick was rock-hard and saluting. Ashton continued to roar while shaking his penis up and down, now looking like he was orgasming from the sensory overload – his seamen replaced by pure energy.
“So gross…” Moira commented.
“I mean… He is shitting and cumming your spell.” Elana decided to deal a heavy blow to her woman.
“…No!” Moira fell back. Her voice cracking. “Don’t word it that way.”
“It’s true…”
“And your spell is deep inside his ass!” Moira shot back. “You are no better!”
“Excuse me? I put it there. I took his anal virginity. It’s better than him gobbling up your mana and then letting it out of his lower region.” Elana knew she was winning this argument.
“No…” Moira finished healing and hung her head. “This is… terrible.”
“It is.” Elana grimly agreed. She rotated her arms, trying to free herself of the stiffness.
“ENOUGH!” Ashton used his swords to intercept the incoming lighting and somehow hammer it away from himself. “ENOUGH!” He burped out smoke. “I WILL NOT BE MOCKED LIKE THIS!”
“YOU ARE MOCKING ME!” Moira suddenly shouted back. “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CUM OUT MY SPELL!”
“Shit, too,” Elana reminded.
“YES! SHIT IT OUT, TOO! YOU CREEP!” Moira added.
“ENOUGH! WE FIGHT!” Ashton staggered forward.
