The giant replica of the King was fast, too. Elana still was midair, delaying her fall, and the newly formed enemy was already upon the rebellious duke.
It raised the sword and chopped down at the unfortunate father. Arkoly raged against the glowing chains, blasting wind against the incoming attack. His bloodshot eyes looked at his enemy’s face, trying to turn it into a pile of ash.
But there was no effect. The King’s replica moved uninterrupted, his giant cleaver splitting the man into two.
The blood and guts spilt to all sides as the Duke’s body was then repeatedly minced by the oversized weapon.
“Shit,” Elana couldn’t delay her fall for any longer. Her heart beat faster and faster as the chains neared her. She grew the ice thicker, hoping it would help to defend.
Then, the chains reacher her. They crashed against her ice and…
Bounced off ineffectively. They wriggled like angry snakes, but they slid off the ice each time they tried to bind Elana. She exclaimed in surprise, hesitantly stepping to the side.
The chains pursued her but still failed to find the purchase. Elana looked closer, noticing a faint shine where the magical binds touched her, and she realised the divine energy inside her was protecting her.
Which meant…
Elana snapped towards Ashton, who was experiencing the same, but at a more impressive scale. He, just like Moira, seemed to have a forcefield around him, keeping the intrusive magic at bay.
Besides the three of them, the last remaining unbound person was the Princess. She was looking at the replica of her Father with tears in her eyes.
“What is this?” Ashton’s hammer smashed into the chains, shattering some of them. They were quickly replaced by new ones, but they seemed to be dimmer now.
“You-” Elana wanted to scream. The thoughtless brute had overdone it.
Now, the Magical construct looked at them. It stopped chopping the Duke into a paste and turned to face the two of them. It was fucking coming at an incredible speed!
Elana did what was smart. She turned to the side and ran. She ignored the excited shout from Ashton and headed for Moira and the Princess. “Can you control it?” She heard Ashton’s happy voice turn into a grunt as the man was smashed into a wall of chains that had formed around him.
“Can you?” Moira asked the same and shook the Princess’s arm.
“Dad…” The girl was unresponsive.
“Do something!” Elana glared at Moira, knowing she was the only one who could get through to the Princess. She looked back at where Ashston was barely defending himself against the Golem-like creature, hoping he would last long enough.
And the foreign Prince did do unexpectedly well. He endured the heavy blows and parried what he couldn’t. His muscles bulged, glistening with sweat, and his daring demeanour was fit to be that of a hearo’s.
Only…
Ashton’s dick spun like crazy each time he moved, taking away any gravitas he could have otherwise. It was quite ridiculous how lively it made him look despite the dire straits the man faced.
Meanwhile, Moira was rocking the Princess. “Hey, snap out of it! Do you know what is that? Do you know how to deal with it?” She pointed at the Golem, who rated its arm, continuously blasting Ashton with endless cuts. “Can you control it?”
But the Princess was shellshocked. The big tears rolled down her cheeks as she slowly turned her head. “M-my love? I… My father…”
“Look at me!” Moira grabbed the Princess’s face and forced the girl to avert her eyes from the ongoing fight. “Are we in danger?” She slowly spoke, trying to get through the confusion.
Elana bit her lip, gauging how much mana she had left. The battle with Ashton had taken most of it, leaving her with scraps. She still could keep her formed armour, sword and shield. But making anything more was out of the question.
At least Moira seemed to have broken through the Princess’s confusion and shock. Her woman was currently brainwashing answers out of Fredericka.
Not that there was anything useful. Elana chewed on her lower lip while listening to their conversation. She glanced at Romoly, who was rolling on the ground in pain, then at her three women at the far side of the hall.
If Ashton could…
Elana winced, seeing the Prince take a bone-rattling hook in his flank from the Golem’s overly large fist. His body bent – he was sent flying into hundreds of chains, which swallowed him immediately.
“Shit,” Elana followed her enemy with her eyes while keeping tabs on the Golem. It didn’t look like Ashton was done, but he wouldn’t be on his feet in time. “It’s coming, Moira. Do you have anything?”
“Give us a moment!” Moira hissed. “Hey, Fredericka. Can you do something about it?” She pointed at the golem.
“I-I don’t know. Father, he…” The Princess hiccuped. “I…”
“Moira!” Elana raised her sword and shield, hoping they could withstand at least a couple blows. “We don’t have time!” She planted her feet, ignoring the chains gnawing at her ankles.
“Shut up!” Moira paused. “Elana. You get it, right?”
“What?”
“I have to do this!” Moira nodded along with her words.
“Just do it already!”
“Okay, wanna look?”
“Huh?” Elana risked looking away from the incoming threat.
The Golem seemed to have trouble deciding who to attack first – Ashton or them. It was drifting towards them, tho.
“Ewww,” The sight made Elana gag.
Moira grabbed the Princess’s cheeks and forced her lips on the girl’s, making a wet smooch. Meanwhile, the big-breasted beast’s hands started to roam all over the innocent maiden’s body, squeezing the rounder parts.
Suddenly being kissed by the love of her life, the Princess stilled. When the kiss didn’t stop, she moaned.
“That was my fiance before, you idiot.” Elana wanted to stab her current fiance.
Moira parted her lips from Fredericka’s. “But it helped, right?” She tilted her head.
“Huh?” The Princess blinked, her eyes regaining some clarity. “What?”
“Can you stop it?” Moira repeated the question.
“I guess?” Fredericka’s tears seemed to instantly dry up.
