Chapter 7.2

In the doorway, he altered himself again.

A large horn slowly sprouted out from the skin of his forehead.

It was pitch black and sharpened at its point.

"While we had fun, I also realized something, Miss Fossum"

His black armor shrunk inward, condensing itself to take up less space.

"The power the insect devil holds… is actually fucking insane."

His insect legs melted away and warped back into a human set of legs, coated with chitin plates.

"I have control over all of your subordinate's devil contracts, thanks to that parasitic swarm I dispersed earlier."

The color of his armor shifted to a bright yellow, with black dots scattered across it.

"The possibilities are abso-fucking-lutely endless."

Walking in, he had no guard up against her.

However, long spikes started to protrude from his forearms.

Looking at her, he said:

"After all of this is done, there's something I have to tell you."

The room shook.

Both moved and collided at unseeable speeds.

Countering each other, both exchanged blows innumerable times.

Both constantly losing limbs and pieces of their body, with each slice that they send each other.

Blood splattered the room.

The kids upstairs were hiding in a closet to protect themselves.

Despite both being in immense pain from losing parts over and over, neither made a noise that was above a grunt.

They shot around the room, blades clashing, along with the sound of metal pieces grinding against each other.

Music from the arcade machines were warped, after being damaged in the midst of their battle.

Cash stored in locked compartments of the games came spilling out onto the floor.

The clown mascot painted on the walls was splattered with blood.

Neither got tired of the stalemate.

In between attacks, they talked.

Starting with Tozue.

"Goddamn… Miss Fossum… that sword of yours sure is… fucking… something…"

After a couple of swings, Emilie responded.

"Thanks… its strange that you're nullifying the ability of the sword."

The hive mind soldiers Tozue had possessed, started to fill into the arcade.

Many were missing a limb.

Some had visible wounds and blood drenching their clothes.

Tozue saw this.

Annoyed, he asked:

"Miss Fossum, how many times do I have to cut you down before the damage stays on you."