Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 228
"This is no fight for children." The dragon master said, and she grinned at him before making a small gesture.
"Yu Xiaogong and Yu Hua greet you, Clan Master," She said, and hoped he would recognize at least one name that would be familiar enough for him to recognize her. Yu Huas unlikely, but Yu Xiaogong hopefully, as the Grandmaster's given name was a clue she was an ally.
Then she beat her wings and dived in attack. Her breakers are ready, and her swords are filled to the brim with spirit energy.
She felt a force at her back. Strong and steadfast, then she attacked, her fist hitting a barrier of golden, gleaming light, her blade piercing through the side, the shield cracking. She gritted her teeth as she was thrown aside and tangled with the air, twirling her blade around, and tilting it upwards using the strength from the deflection to hit upwards and crash her blade against it again.
She grunted as she tilted off and twisted in the sky. A second pair of wings joined hers, a follow-up attack, energy swift and strong, golden blue lightning dancing in the sky as it crashed against the same golden shield.
"My son sends the most interesting help." A raspy voice said, and she huffed in agreement as she used the upwind coming from the bigger winds to stay more mobile and agile. Gritting her teeth, she felt how her head spirit bone burned.
If she wanted to do this and have a chance at killing a title douluo, even with the help of another, then it was everything she had. A silver line of leaves and scales appeared on her head, and she gritted her teeth as she forced her wings to a harsh left turn and then curved her breakers against the shield again. This time, blue golden lightning has made further cracks.
A beam of golden energy echoed through the sky, barreling narrowly past her.
Hitting the other party that hurled back spirit energy. She had her wings vanish using bursts of spirit power to navigate the gap, twist her body, and turn over, her clothes ripping a long, thin cut on her leg before she thundered her boot right into the spirit master's face.
Beneath her shoe, the sound of something breaking.
Her leg was grabbed, something crushed and churned. She cursed and then hammered her into the same person, but they didn't let go. Her leg made sounds a leg was not supposed to make. A energy crushed against her. It churned, and for a moment, the world was black, but she still managed to hammer home one of Tang Sans' needles right beneath his skin.
Then she catapulted herself away. Her body completely limply hurling through the sky. After the second tumble, she forced her wings to unfold. The membranes billowing with the air as she did sky tumbles, she saw how the golden dragon hurled itself as a Biest against the other party. A fight of giants. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"Not for long," Yin muttered and took a careful peek at her leg. It did look quite broken, and she was sure all too soon she would not be walking on that again. Her mechanical arm looked in a similar state. She punched the release mechanism, and her prosthetic released, and she tore at the black bindings before she stuffed it into storage.
Suddenly, it was clear the dragon was winning. Tang Yin summoned her blade. "Now we are starting." Purple energy started oozing off the enemy douluo. Who bellowed in anger, glaring at her. She grinned, winked, and then folded her wings, dropping straight.
Catch me if you can
Predicting movements at seconds and milliseconds ahead. Her clothes grew more torn, and she kept moving. Flying. Moving, as long as she was moving, her small size made her a hard target to hit. Especially when one was simultaneously fighting a douluo.
It was still dangerous to play the fly between two giants. And right now that was her position. She was a fly with partiality in whom she poked, and one that knew she had to land the final poke of this.
She ended up hovering behind the blue lightning tyrant douluo, who was panting harshly. "Whatever you did, it is working." He rumbled.
"Poison has a habit of working." She said, coughing and in between catching her breath as she was protected by the sheen of his dragon.
"Interesting. But this is not a battle for you." He said. "Your talent is wasted if you die here."
"See, there is the quandary." She wheezed and kept close to him. "I have a personal issue. With a god that I kind of need to kill a title douluo, and since I see no reason for it to be a friend, I prefer it to be an enemy....down!"
She grabbed him and jerked him down. A piece of debris whistling past them.
"You move like you will see what happens." He stated, and she nodded, avoiding another piece that he could barrel through but would likely flatten her to pancakes.
"I do... occasionally." She twirled again. "But is this the moment to ask such questions?"
He barked a laugh. "No."
"Good. And better survive because I have a very imprudent question later." She fell back and stared at the douluo incoming. "Once I finished sending this one, another invitation to Hell. The first one seems to have declined. I need to be more insistent."
"Then you better be!" It thundered above, and the Martial form engulfed in lightning barreled down, hissing and growling fire.
"Sure." She joined in, at the edge narrowly, the heat grazing her clothes as she kept her sleeve arrow close, the needles in her hands dripping with every one of the lethal poisons Tang San made during his life.
The barriers of the opposing side were crushed, the pure energy blasting past her, cutting her skin. She kept her wings close. In between, she had to slip in between the gaps of one attack and another. And not get caught this time.
Something hurled past her as she folded up her wings, using them as shields. The energy hitting them, but a century millennium spirit bone was not one to break easily. Still, a hole was torn into a wing membrane, and she screamed in pain but kept going.
A fist thundered downwards, and she saw it hit her. A wrench of wing and she avoided death by a hair's breadth, her eyes firmly on her goal.
A speck of color lost in the blasting glory of two douluo fighting. She raised her arm and then rimmed the enemy. Her needle deeply embedded in his flesh, she let go and spit another needle from a mechanism in her mouth at him. More poison.
Her breakers, which she had kept on shattered beneath the pressure. Cutting her felsh as the silver pieces fell apart and dissolved. She hissed and then conterattacked. As well as one could with a single arm, hapadarzly summoned her sword, grasped it, twisted whil striking it into the douluo, having it dissolve again and then hurled herself backwards, time to get the Hell out of her current position.
Hit and run was the credo. An arm grabbed hers. She screamed. Biting into it in resistance.
As the spirit energy almost blinded her.
