Chapter 1407 - 1406: Interference
When those tendrils drew too close I targeted each and every single one, disrupting them and immediately causing Ayla to hiss in agony as she furrowed her brow, the connection between them and her getting severed violently.
The smile on Jillian’s face fell once more, but only for a second before she grinned again when both Lilith and Lady Fenyras leapt away from us, outmaneuvering a pink tendril that I had somehow missed.
"You’re so perceptive sometimes, doggy~! But not perceptive enough... Did you even bother learning the power that was given to you, or did you expect it to be handed to you on a silver platter like everything else in your life~?"
As she spoke a third tendril shot out towards Mom, forcing her away as well and whittling away the numerical advantage we had; each of them were now dancing around dozens of pink tendrils that would do who knows what to them, making Jillian all the more smug.
Her goading was beyond grating to me, so I decided to remain silent and spite her on that since she was fishing for a reaction, and as soon as she realized she wasn’t getting one her grin turned ugly while her magic flared.
Draka was the next to be targeted, but unlike the others she was a tad bit slow on reacting, however she also had a rather interesting reaction to it since instead of running she just clasped her hands together and pulled something from her bracelet.
Immediately a thick cocoon of ice encased her body, and the tendril of Lust Mana Jillian was controlling smacked against it to no avail, unable to bypass the intricate weave of Ice Mana that was now defending the Dragonkin.
However it still got the same effect as the others - arguably even better thanks to her now being incapable of fighting at all - so Jillian didn’t pay it any mind, enjoying herself again as she took us down to just the four of us.
"Now, we have unfinished business, don’t we~? There is something the four of you are meant to give me, and I want it badly..."
The jagged blade in her hands began to solidify even more, the various ’gaps’ in the metal becoming filled in with Earth Mana as the Elf coated her blade in it, turning the already sharp weapon into a razor sharp cudgel.
Beside her Ayla had gathered up a cocoon of her own, whipping up a water sphere before sending a pulse of mana ripping through the rooftop, using the clay tiles as projectiles as she sent them hurtling at us immediately.
No fanfare or speeches for her; she just attached and unleashed a barrage of heavy projectiles that exploded around us, showering chunks of hardened clay shrapnel everywhere in hopes of landing a few cuts.