Squelsh...!
Nyarlathotep's remaining golden eye glowed with twisted delight as more tentacles sprouted from his reforming body.
"Again!" he shouted loudly enough for the air to scream.
"Hit me harder next time!"
Aestrea's red slit eyes narrowed as he stared at the regenerating mass of horror before him.
'Almost no chances…' he thought inwardly, grip tightening on both swords.
'This bastard cancels out nearly everything I throw at him with his own authority. Perfect battle sense. No openings. No hesitation. The only thing that pisses me off is that fucking laugh.'
Nyarlathotep's colossal golden eye pulsed with amusement as more tentacles sprouted from his reforming body.
"Hahahahaha! Come on, little god! Is that all you have?!"
The laugh grated on Aestrea's nerves like nails on glass.
He stopped using the Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art entirely.
