The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 60: Dragon Queen vs Silk Vampire

Chapter 60: Dragon Queen vs Silk Vampire

The claws dug into Manasseh’s forearm. as the vampire gritted her teeth, Alice’s magic surged as her arm coiled in twirls of silk. The crowd gasped. Adrei frowned as she breathed a small fire before the silken forearm stretched outward and floated Manasseh along the gust, charcoal smint on her back as she landed before dashing.

Stalls and crowds stared as Adrei bolted from one to another, graceful measured movement before another jump-step from the side, her claw mid-air collided into Manasseh’s waist in a flash. Manasseh didn’t dare spare a glance as red silks twirled her injury, the claw’s owner flew herself out staring, but not before a chant from the Dragon’s lips.

<Guts, Blood, Aflame>

A silent scream escaped as Manasseh’s step halted, her guts embered from a flame spawning from mere words. The dragon rolled on the ground as she bolted again, her claw stretching back for a final blow on the head.

It can’t end like this....not....Manasseh gasped as she glanced at the crowd, grabbed and hurled a human behind her, the greenhead’s smile be damned under her vengance. The dragon frowned as her palm tapped the ’human missile’ as he was damped to the ground yelping. The scaled feet in the air curled as they stood, the draconic eyes still at the running prey as the dragon dashed with an annoyed scowl.

As if clinging to the last lifeline, Manasseh didn’t glance back as she tapped and hurled more missiles, Adrei intercepting with grace. Pace slowed, more screams echoed, yet the vampire’s back still shivered at the monarch’s bloodlust closing in on her visage, the guts still burning and steaming from her stomach.

Clicking her tongue, the gasping vampire formed a plan as she began darting from humans to humans, stalls to stalls. The draconic lens narrowed at the zig-zaging that will only slow her down, before they frowned glimmers of red threads sticking between crowds and stalls.

She groaned at the thorny scheme, as another chant naturally flowed.

<Slither, Straighten, Thinning>

Small flicker of flame tacted the threads, as red silks stretched close and tightened, innocents and stalls closing in like flesh-iron magnets. Yet the red was painted an amber light as thinning embers crossed and burned them into ashes, the vampire’s back still in sight as the Queen’s nimble footing ran through the gaps between falling bricks and screaming people.

How is it possible she is not slowed for even a second?! Manasseh cursed in her trembling, exhausted mind, the steam from her stomach cackling a ever-reminder of her pursuor’s flame-surging agility, her frantic steps slowing as she cursed again, the half-human’s stamina taking an unexpected toll.

...half human? Right, Alice’s mana! A gamble critted Manasseh as while maintaining her stuttering steps, she called out to her beating heart, blued veins surged, blued eyes hued, leylines sprawled from her pupils, as the palm shot an ice blast through the crowd to the queen.

The Queen smacked it in her palms as she dashed, a disgusted intrigue for the much weaker Alice’s magic now marring her eyes. The gushing steps echoed in the vampire’s ears once again, as she thought of possible applications. Silk....ice...micicking? Yes, she could mimic what the dragon did to her red thread!

Imagery flashed through her mind, this time of an avenger’s magic mixing with her enemy’s, as she swung her palm again, this time for a silken net catapult, a hint of blue pulsing.

A puff of flame surged as it coursed through the net, the silky blues stiffened into ice as they crumbled away. Crumble, not melt into ashes. Manasseh’s eyes widened with the realisation. Silk as loose as vines and ice that can endure a Dragon’s flame for a second even in death!

The vampire laughed, in relief of her hypocrisy as she spread the iced web down, sprawling the crowd’s feet. Children startled, adults shuttered, stalls cackled, as the icy web retracted again for another magnet, flavored with the hero’s ice.

One second is enough to form a human wall, vampire remarked as she drifted along the horrored screams as innocents slipped on the net, the abyss of veined frost. The Dragon narrowed her eyes, and sighed as her ear flashed through another scream, her step impaling through the iced net as if unbothered, as she muttered.

<Contract, Ascend, Steam>

The air itself thickened and resisted as Manasseh’s eye shook at the steams poured out mid-air, as if to summon an amagadan. Then, the steams coiled and steeped a heatwave, coating every corners of the street. Dizziness came to Manasseh as her steps were set...afloat? Her throat contorted itself at the lack of air, the veined icy abyss merely vapourised under a precise heat, as she glanced up at the crowds floating while clinging to their throats. The helpless vampire watched as a resolved Dragon bolted, her palms fuelled by a flame that would drown her in the now-empty street, the vacuum scorched open by Adrei’s flame.

...think! Don’t be dazed! Netted ice surrounded Manesseh, as her ears heard an amagaden.

<Swallow, Liquidfied, Rush>

Wave, is a mild description compared to the unleash of tides from the Dragon’s palm, liquid flame collasped into one another. Manasseh’s net drew closer, but the silk sang a desperate struggle as they met the tidal flames, the vampire’s human heartbeat bang ever louder as she poured every drop of her mana into the net, as she was swallowed along with the moving tide.

The blackened street was an odd simplicity with the smell of burnt stones and mud, as the vacuum subsided with the crowds dropping with thuds, children sobbing and adults comforting. A slight guilt washed over the Peacekeeper’s expression, world-bending magic too much for the innocents to bear, as she now gazed at the charred red hairs from afar, the vampire’s back smashed into the wall, the iced nets weeping into a pool.

Still breathing? The dragon frowned as she strode with scorched arm. Perhaps her suvival is pity for the last vampire, or assurance of a victory, or gratitude for the vampire not going as far as plucking heads for a distraction. the Queen’s eyes boldened on the writhing figure, her claw stretched as she stopped, Manasseh’s tired, hollowed eyes darting up.

"I will make it quick. Be well in your next life, vampire."

Her arms stretched with flames to consume Manasseh, but not before Adrei was distracted by...shireks?

The smell of bats crumbled her nostrils as she turned behind her. Bats, filling the streets with their teeths, emboldend by the runes no longer glowing for Rouen’s protection.

The gusts rustled a silk’s cry as she glared back to the wall, Manasseh’s silken form now floating along the gust over to the buildings. Aiery’s chase would be to the Dragon’s advantage, the vampire knew, but a mere chase in the air would not outweigh civilians’ lives...even if it is not her doing.

The Dragon Queen’s brows sunk as heavy as her heart, as she bolted back, claws stretched as she tore through a flurry flesh. A dance of scathing air begins as her claws mauled down another while eyeying and dashing to the next target. Wings, heads, eyes, torsos, ears, fleshes, colluding together along with bloodied claws, the vampires were piano keys, and the claws were the true instruments for the harvest of blood and flesh.

Yet as she stabbed through the last, she furrowed her brows, the tingely sense in her claw...felt wrong. Not poison, but as if another mana seeped into the corpse of the bats, Adrei remaining as the only seeker of truth. She took a glance before a raging storm cackled in her scales, a certain smiling scientist always tugging away the brink of every sanity she would spare for her.

Smells of bats, however, still tinged her nostrils. No innocents were harmed, yet the chorus of terrified wonders drummed Adrei’s ears, as she glanced upwards with the crowds towards the sky.

The Draconic iris burned into themselves, a bile of absolute disgust sore her scaled throat, the stoned creature, with face of a crying ghost, tilted its head, wings fluttering as their emerald eyes shimmered indifference.

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3 minutes, 32 seconds, and 24 milliseconds...not bad.

Corial hummed as the mechanical arms sprang themselves within the ice, the witch sitting at the side with a glare, Selene’s back limping against a wall in complete and utter confusion, both unaware the scientist was conducting an experiment of her own, research titled ’how long a Alice-manaed subject can outrun her sister?’

Result proven to be successful, and Manasseh’s growth mid-battle would have brought even a tear to the scientist’s eye. Ah, right. Coriel chortled as the plastic neck snapped another crunch, each crunch soured the witch’s bloodlust, as if she would tear apart her soul for mistreating a half-child’s body without a care.

And sensing the witch’s cautiousness, Coriel merely sighed. Boredom, this is merely what it is. The scientist would like to have a few secrets still kept to herself, and the witch had no room to entertain her inquiries of the new body she had a part in crafting. So instead, she did something she never expected even herself to do, as if trying to relieve the boredom from the room.

...no. This is no boredom. It’s a mere excuse to the curiosity of how they will react to her taunts.

"Witch Demond, are you curious how long this body will last now?"

The question stripped away the witch’s tact against the scientist, as for the first time, her glare shivered, the daring question knawing away a madness that mirrored the tyrant’s wraith.

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