Chapter 51: I Don’t Do Anything in a Fight Like a Extra Character
Right now, I’m being devoured by a long, delicious tongue, while the floor is blowning to bits by magical explosions. I’ve had a lot of bizarre situations following me around lately: a crazy witch dragging me into wild sex, an inquisitor falling in love with me dressed as a woman, me trading punches with the devil, you know, just normal stuff.
And no, that wasn’t a figure of speech, Moriah really is an expert in wet, wonderful kisses, but the situation is STUPIDLY AWFUL.
There are literally people flying through the air, wine bottles being hurled at unsuspecting heads, and if I’m not careful, I’ll probably find someone taking advantage of the chaos to stab their spouse.
I’m probably in the best situation right now, If only I could at least move... Oh, there’s a sword coming straight for her head. Great. Are we going to die clinging to each other like a pair of lovesick doves? Lame, but that’s never going to happen.
Moriah grabs the sword without even looking back, shattering it with the force of her hands, then slams the same guy so hard in the chest that he flies backward, breaking a window, and falling into the garden.
Only after my neck started hurting and my tongue went numb did she stop, giving me a gentle push back and wiping her lips with an insane smile. It’s no joke, I’ve only seen that kind of expression once before, and that was when I was being chased with a knife.
This is definitely "Moriah Combat Mode", to the point where her wings have fully unfurled and the antennae are raised high.
"My love, just a moment, I’ll take care of this quickly, and then we can go to the room..."
Today’s the day I stop walking.
Moriah leaps with an unnatural lightness, her heels barely touch the floor before she’s airborne, her wings beating so powerfully that nearby tables topple over. The airflow created by her beats was enough to lift dresses, papers, and dust like an impatient gale.
She slammed her knees into the chest of one of the invaders who came from above and threw him straight onto the shattered floor.
The explosion that opened in the center of the hall was still spewing smoke, and from it emerged the damned Libertarians, covered in soot, cracked ceramic masks, each accompanied by at least one steel golem moving with mechanical clanks.