Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 29 - Serious Pain . 2

When the emotional wave of anger came, I was able to respond well to it. The eyes are wide open, the breathing in the abdomen is hardened, and the muscles contract producing energy.

"HaaaaAakh!!"

Geza's voice rang out, his spear blades started coming towards my body.

At one point I could feel time slowing down. Utilizing the momentum and taking a single special point, I dodged by taking a step sideways until Geza failed to attack again.

All this is done quickly. Not until the lobster magician's spear touched the floor did I take a quick action of sliding forward and lowering a little. It's not without reason, it's for the sake of taking a swing.

From that angle, I directly swung my knife vertically upwards. With opposing forces, I hit the knife right at the claw joint.

Stank!!

*break

It's really surprising, even for myself who is now doing. It was unexpected that the attack could actually destroy Geza's spear. Although not destroyed scattered, but I can feel that the spear is bent until it loses its original shape.

The lobster witch's body itself was blown away by the attack on me. Although the entire surface of Geza's skin is hard, but it turns out that indirect push can make it float. The spear wasn't broken, it was just bent. From the rest of the force I gave Geza drifting forward mixed by the attacking motion he did before.

Her body did a quarter backflip. From a standing position, his legs are thrown forward due to the push of my knife that leads up. As a result, he fell in a supine position, falling while holding a spear that had been broken.

I who finished doing the movement landed well. There the self-defense reflex was active, I immediately twisted the body and looked towards Geza to make sure things went wrong. However ....

*Whoush ....

"Gkhtf!?"

Emotional waves.

The sadness, so cold it stung my body. I'm not surprised to accept his emotional change now. From the beginning his mental state was already unnatural. But, for now my body somehow cannot accept it. This wave of emotion swooped too sharply on par with the magnitude of the wave belonging to Amalia. Even ....

*Throw up

"Huek, hUuEeek ...!"

I puked.

The pressure in the stomach tries to remove what is inside. This sadness is concentrated mixed with stress and depression. This is almost equivalent to a person who is suicidal. Got that wave of emotions amidst the spicy taste of anger too sharp. My body was completely fed up, the abdominal muscles repeatedly pressing automatically without the control of the brain spewing out its contents.

"Yuk!!"

Then, I also had post-murfing. The foul smell from my own vomit disgusted me to the point of regurgitating my stomach contents. As dissatisfied as it was, my body even repeated those muscle contractions many times. It's like he really wants the space on my stomach to be empty.

"Hah .. hah ...," my breath was tired of being drained of energy which was actually the smell of my own vomit again.

But, in the end not too much came out. I didn't eat much before going here, the one that came out of my mouth was more mucus dominant than the vomit. But, leave aside about it ....

"What's wrong? Why is there this wave of emotion?" tanyaku speaks for itself as a form of complaint. While groaning in pain, I held my dizzy head and saw Geza at the end there.

His spear is like a claw, and he's a lobster. When a lobster loses its claws, it loses confidence even to the point of losing its passion.

The voice popped into my head, Pero at the right moment answering the question.

"Huh?"

It means that destroying the weapon is not just slowing down the attack. But, it also had an effect on the mental damage made. You can temper his battle spirit by damaging the spear.

Back to Pero explained.

"Why not tell me from the beginning? Not that this way can be powerful for—"

*Whoush ....

"Hhh!?"

The waves of emotions changed again. From the form of depression and sadness, now again a spicy taste appears.

"HAaakhg .. hakh .. hahkgh ....!"

Behind the smoke of the building's debris, Geza began to rise from falling on his back. His breathing was hard, his breathing was hoarse, as if the throat wanted to break.

His body rose up in a heavy manner, several times he had to rest on other objects such as his own wall and spear to stand. His legs were not sturdy, his hands were hanging limp, his body was also tilted slightly bent, and his head that was behind me was also covered with hair pointing downwards.

*Dug, dug ....

The atmosphere there changed. I was more like seeing an apparition rise up than a child trying to stand up. The aura that was released was so sinister, and the voice that he spouted out was also so rudely full of grudges.

When he managed to stand up, Geza began to see his bent spear. He looked annoyed and returned a ferocious sniff.

"Hfknmg ...!!"

Then, at the same time he pulled the handle of the spear in the opposite direction. Not to justify the bent position, but rather in the direction of wanting to break it in half. His anger was used, his strength even surpassing his own immunity.

I could feel his pain, on the surface of his hand had flowed fresh blood. The sharp side of the handle had injured his own hand when he wanted to pull off the spear.

Kretk, kretka ....

But, from his efforts it seemed to bear fruit.

The broken sound of the separated metal rang out, I could feel it myself by looking at the pull of his hands that were starting to move away from each other.

"HHghAAaggjkht ...!!"

*stack

With palms full of blood, with veins on the face, with a hoarse voice. Geza pulled off the spear, completely splitting it in half. From the spear with a claw-shaped blade, it now became a straight spear plus one sword blade.

"Hakhg .. hakgh ..," his rough breath after he finished dismantling his own spear.

I swallowed spit. In the dark of the night in a hospital full of damage I was now faced with a terrible figure.

"Woi, Pero, why did he cut his spear?" I asked quietly who was exhausted watching him from far away.

"Damn?"

I didn't tell you about this plan from the beginning because it was too risky. Lobsters do consider their claws as pride. But, at the same time he is a brave and a natural fighter. He even dared to break his own claw in order to survive.

I try to digest those words. Perhaps the explanation of the lobster from Pero was conveyed, but I was digesting something from the science to apply and translate the scene now.

This could be a double-edged sword. If he does not fall resigned to see the conditions, then the other position is ....

*Whoush ....

"Eh?"

From where I fell half-standing, Geza's figure had already turned to look at me. His face was invisible, his half-length hair covered part of his upper face and a glimpse of his eyes. But, for sure I saw his cruel expression.

*Dug, dug ....

"HaaaaAakh ....!!"

Damnit damnit!

Geza attacked. This time not with a long-strike claw spear blade, but using two separate weapons like two swords where one on the left is longer than the right.

Stank up!

I brushed off the first attack with my knife. The weapon in his left hand shot out first giving me a defensive reflex. But ....

*stabs

"Ghuakh!"

The blade of the sword in his right hand quickly pierced my stomach, not too deep but the pain felt as the uneven teeth of the sword sawed inward. My reflexes there knew exactly the direction the weapon was coming from, my eyes and hearing were well understood by it. But at the same time, I couldn't escape. Both of my hands were already limp which seemed to be equally broken, the power in my legs was also unstable in one leg, and the long duration of the battle left me to die slowly.

*Pull out

"Gkh!? Akht!!"

Not getting there. Geza also pulled the weapon from my stomach. The pain grew as the teeth of the sword there tore through flesh and skin, like a forced arrow.

Spots of blood gushed out, soaking and dyeing the red of the clothes worn.

"HAHA ...!! HAHA ...!! HAHA!!"

When I was busy screaming and muffling the pain. Geza the lobster witch turned out to make further movements. His body twisted, the left hand holding the long weapon blade did a horizontal attack, right down, aiming at my feet.

I tried to jump, but it was all in vain because the moves I made were not as fast as the swing of his weapon.

Buccancy

In the end I fell, the attack first threw my foot. But, instead of a direct attack, he punched the blunt part of his spear stick that was clearly not for cutting. There he did intend to tear down, damage the foundation of my standing until it was unbalanced and fell.

My back landed first, lying right before my opponent with killing intent. I want to get up from that position, push my body on my back so I can jump up. But ....

*Step on

"Ghuakh!?"

Geza stepped on my body to keep it close to the floor. Got me hit and even pinned in one piece. Pressing his leg so painful my stepped right hand had crumpled, and this time it had crumbled even more with the force from him.

In that instant I panicked, death was before my eyes when the blade of Geza's spear was slashed. My heart rate was beating so fast, as a result of which the blood in my stomach wound poured out to the floor. It was so bad, with or without further attacks, I would die if left like this.

"Caivan."

*stabs

"Hhh!?"

Geza called me in a cynical tone, he who stared hatefully put his left spear blade right next to my head. Not until about, only in the form of a bluff where the sound of a weapon colliding with the floor beside the ears was really felt.

It was so tense, my breathing stopped in shock, my head tilted in the opposite direction as a form of rejection.

"You really pissed me off. Hakgh ... hahkg .. but I think this might be the last I deal with you."

"..."

I looked into Geza's eyes, his face facing down cast a dark shadow and only his sinister expression was visible. The furrow of his expression was so intense, sweat and blood spots had colored this communication. Even ....

*Drops, drops ....

The drops of blood on his body reached my face, just above my forehead and flowed through the eyebrows until they finally fell around the ears. The iron-scented condensed water came from his palm, the blood flow came from the wounds he had made himself, the wounds where when he forced to split his two spear weapons.

"But, maybe you'll understand, Kaivan."

*stabs

"Gkuahg!? AaaAqft ...!"

On the blade of the second sword, Geza pierced my left hand. This time he did not make it miss, the sharp side of the saw in his gun swiped the top of the arm. The flesh was torn apart, the muscle fibers were cut off, and of course the splashes of blood started to come out.

"Pain, pain that you said you know, pain that makes people give up, pain that damages the mental, pain that makes you want to kill yourself ... THE PAIN!!"

*swing

Along with his last jolt. Geza pulled back the sword blade. The pain I felt, the saw-sharp teeth that ripped my arm made me want to scream out loud. Compared to ordinary incisions, the sharp weapons in the form of small teeth were more painful with a more random damage effect.

"Actfgth ...! AaaAakhngt ...!!"

I've been limp, I can't fight. But, at least there was still a sound coming out when Geza tortured me like this. My body lost so much blood, in the middle of my breath even came out coughing up blood from a leaky stomach wound. This is truly torture, at a time like this I am even willing to do anything to end the suffering.

Wait ... anything?