Chapter 167: Think
KRZZZZZ—THOOM!
Like a broken speaker stuck on repeat, Bianca’s Fralhame Lance fired. Powerful bursts of plasma empowered by mana blasted a colossal tree. Devastating explosions and clouds of fire set parts of the Tyrant made of wood ablaze.
"IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO, YOU WASTE OF TREE BARK? WHERE IS YOUR ANCHOR? I BET SHE LEFT YOU BECAUSE YOUR WOOD IS SOGGY AND YOUR ROOTS ARE LIMP! YOUR FRUIT IS ALSO PROBABLY ROTTEN, AND YOUR SEEDS ARE BLANKS!"
A tyrannical roar bellowed back. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? JUST WAIT TILL I SMACK YOU DEAD, YOU NOISY PUS-COLORED FLY!"
The sounds coming from the Ironwood Wartreant’s swings sounded like hurricanes. Leaves, moss, and dust whipped through the air, driven back by immense pressure. Yet amidst all that, Bianca evaded them by mere meters, literally dancing on the edge.
"OH? YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH? YOU LACK THE DIGNITY OF A TYRANT! YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO KARNATHI!"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Elian couldn’t stop to look towards his lover. While her mesmerizing dogfighting was worthy of praise, her mouth had been throwing insults nonstop. It reminded Elian of his best friend. Seeing Bianca acting like a delinquent was both funny as hell and alarming.
Bianca? My Anchor, may I ask why you are verbally abusing the poor tree?
"Ah, I thought it would help keep his eyes on me. I noticed that fighting like a delinquent had its own benefits. And..."
The Witch’s mental transmission grew faint and softened to almost a whisper.