Chapter 333: Arc 5, - 27: Outmatched
Jotou’s focused eyes broke concentration and she could feel her heart in her throat. All her sparks fluctuated and fizzled for a split-second before returning to normal.
In that moment- "BASH!" A cylinder of stone emerged from the mesh floor and slammed into her stomach. With all the wind knocked out of her, she was about go flying towards the ceiling.
However, the stone turned into a fist and grasped around her waist. It pulled the blonde back towards the silver-haired woman with a yank and connected to one of her four arms.
Jotou forehead fell forward and she hit her head against the stone, "Ngeh!" she groaned and winced as she pulled her head back. One of her arms was free, while her dominant hand which held the sword was encased.
The blonde was brought closer to the uncovered face of the silver-haired woman. Her scarlet eyes kept staring and staring and staring... Jotou panted and knitted her brows—she could feel something tightening around her waist.
She choked on her breath and sputtered; her breath was shallow and she could feel her bones pressing up against skin. Jotou’s eyes darted till all she could focus on was the scarlet eyes staring right back...
Jotou’s left arm spasmed to move; all that kept her from being crushed into pulp was her adventuring attire which was being tested to its limits. Even so, this was agonizingly slow...
Whoever this woman in front of her was, she understood that sense of malice all too well; except this was a much rawer form of such anger.
Jotou’s eyes sparked and then faded; they sparked and faded again—like a flickering lightbulb. Each of the blonde’s fingers crawled along the fist that held her.
With a grunt and a loss of breath, Jotou threw her hand forward and grabbed the woman by the side of the head. The woman growled in response as Jotou gripped her silvery hair, "Zap," she wheezed.
The sparks buzzed and ran down her arm, all along her fingers. "BZZZZZZZZ!!!!" With all her strength she sends volts and volts of lightning coursing through the woman’s skull—enough to turn most things to dust.
The woman did not scream, but she did tremble with gritted teeth. Lightning went down her silver hair and down her neck, into the stony armour.