Hullo :D Welcome back to another chapter. It's a bit long-another filler before we start getting back into the storyline. I think one more chapter...before we hit the Christmas episode. I feel like I might do a Thanksgiving chapter next...just something short and sweet. I don't know, I'll think about it. If you want some cute fluff next chapter tell me! Anyway, I'm quite proud of this chapter!
I hope the errors don't throw you off.
Enjoy the story!
"Whoa!" Sachi gasped with her pretty eyes wide with awe, "I don't think I've ever seen this part of Floor 44!" Malia's mouth twitched upwards with amusement as her group marched upwards towards the glowing, crystal palace. It was the night of the Gran Ball Event and oddly, Malia herself not as excited as her friends. A few days ago, she had been but now it seemed all she wanted to do was escape to her beloved home and stay tucked between her dragons.
Malia, as usual, marched in front—much to her displeasure but this was the price she paid daily since she was the leader of The Black Brotherhood. Solantir and Kraytor were gliding above her head—bigger then they were a few, short days ago. They looked radiant as they gloated above the glittering lights of the main pathway. Many players gawked and others seemed frightened with hands on their weapons—though it would be useless. No player had ever had the strength to even come close to hurting a dragon—no matter the quality.
For the moment, and their safety, the group marched in their updated armor—representing their guild proudly by color and sigil. The elite group's armor was smooth obsidian decorated with a cream white lining; their hoods propped upwards but their face masks lowered to their necks. The weather was relatively cold—today marked the first day of autumn. The fading sun almost dipping below the mountains creating a dusty, glowing sky colored with purples, pinks, oranges, and reds. The crystal palace was sparkling with the fading background. Several moons were beginning to surface from the opposite side signaling that the night sky would be a breath-taking one.
"You hardly go out on your own, Sachi." Elaina scoffed with an eye roll but her words were coated with playfulness.
Sachi giggled from behind Malia, "Touché."
The whole group knew that despite the fact that Sachi was no longer the low-level she was a few weeks ago it did not erase her fear of traveling solo. Not that Malia ever allowed Sachi to venture somewhere without another friend.
Flanking her right was Ash and flanking her left was Jordan. The Potion-Master was yawning tiredly, "How long do we have to stay? We had to cancel family night for this." Jordan complained quietly rubbing at his honey eyes. His smooth, dark skin was glowing softly against the glittering lights of the castle.
Shen voiced his agreements, "Yeah, we were finally going to see Kirito and Malia duel!" A groan itched into his bass voice.
Malia couldn't help the silvery laugh that escaped her pale lips, "Perhaps the world is not ready for such a spectacle." Her voice was full of mirth.
"Oh no," Ryku heartily said with no doubt his signature grin, "The world is ready for such a sight! Aincrad's most elite players dueling? Ha! Even the creator of this world with wants to see such a fight!" He boasted.
"You should grace us with such a sight, Malia." Ash chirped as they entered the outer ring of the castle where the players without a guild gathered and mingled—most awing at the elite players that walked on the glittering pathway into the inner ring of the castle. Malia's eyes flickered upwards towards her dragons—who circled the group like sentinels.
Her head turned, eyes searching for a certain player's eyes, and smiled when she found a pair of coal colored eyes, "What do you think, Kirito?"
Kirito's face passive but he allowed a small smile to grace his stoic features, "I think it'll be interesting." He remarked eyes running down Malia's armor-clad figure taking in the curves that the armor clung to, and admiring the way the way her sharp, silvery-blue eyes seem to shine against the dark colors of her armor. Her face was almost hidden from him completely from her hood. His breathe almost got caught in his throat from feasting his eyes on such a beautiful warrior.
The stutter in his heart ever present.
This lovely creature…was his.
Gods, the mere thought sent his mind to reel. He could hardly believe that Malia returned his feelings even after a few days it still seemed like a dream for him.
Malia turned her attention to the massive stone arches of the Crystal Palace, "Such a lovely place." She murmured admiring the craftsmanship of the arches, pillars, and the buildings. She had never seen the enclosed castle from up close—only afar. It seemed this castle was locked tight and restricted any players from entering—perhaps this was used only for events.
PC guards were posted at the inner circle—blank eyes watching the advance players but not making any movements or sounds. The inner circle wasn't as crowded as the outer circle of the large castle—mostly because most elite players were inside the castle mingling and drinking to their heart's content.
"Kyahhh! Kirito!" A familiar voice shouted with glee.
Malia's eyes traveled to a group of red-armored guild; one player had stuck out with his reddish hair kept upwards by a bandana. Klein, Malia realized gently watching as Kirito smiled at the sight of his old friend, leader of the Fuurinkazan Guild.
"Klein," Kirito greeted as they clasped hands, "It's been a while."
Klein grinned widely as his eyes took in the appearances of the rest of the members of the Black Brotherhood, "I heard the rumors that you had joined the most elite guild but I did not believe it to be true until I heard the juiciest gossip earlier this week." Klein's warm eyes landed on the figure in the front guiding her Guild with poised grace.
"Eh?" Kirito tilted his head playing coy, "What of?"
Klein's grin stretched into a smirk, "Your love for the Mother of Dragons." His voice was hushed—as if speaking some secret mantra.
Malia cocked her eyebrow at the nickname, "Mother of dragons?" She mused softly.
"Fitting nickname." Agil laughed.
"Aye! Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Ash sniggered.
"Amazing how fast rumors spread." Nami murmured with a gentle smile.
"Is it true?" Klein asked his dark friend.
Kirito's eyes met the lovely ones of Malia but before he could answer, she did. "Ay," Malia removed her hood allowing her beautiful silver tresses to tumble down freely as she glided swiftly to Kirito's side, "He loves me as I love him." Her voice was undeniably warm and gentle—Kirito had to reframe from shuddering from the beautiful sound.
Her dainty fingers were gently grasping Kirito's hand. Kirito fondly looked down at Malia with a smile bigger then Klein had ever seen, "Ay." Kirito murmured gently.
Klein felt his cheeks tinge red at the exchange—it something so simple and innocent but screamed intimacy. It was refreshing to see his friend so relaxed and content. Klein smiled happily patting Kirito's shoulder, "Well, I'm happy for you, man, maybe you'll stop being so miserable."
Kirito glared sharply at his friend but grunted, "Don't make me kick your ass, Klein."
Malia's eyes shifted upwards as Kirito and Klein exchanged a few words. Her dragons still remained in the sky circling lethally from above. Solantir seemed more at peace but Kraytor seemed on guard. "Seems that your child is nervous." Agil observed softly.
"Yes," Malia spoke with concern, "He has not seen so many players before—I think he believes they might cause harm to us."
She had spoken to her dragons before they departed—but it did not seem to ease Kraytor's nerves much. Solantir was at ease; knowing that his mother would never led them astray but Kraytor seemed to distrust the players gathering too closely to his mother.
"Players are on edge," Klein's words were now directed to Malia.
Malia looked at Klein, "Are they?" She questioned with a frown.
Klein nodded glancing at the winged beasts circling in the sky, "Yeah, they don't think you've actually managed to tame them." He explained admiring the dragons.
"I haven't," Malia spoke with a frown earning bewildered stares from Klein and his Guild, "Dragons are not meant to be tamed." She vaguely explained glancing at her pretty creatures.
"But these are your children?" One of Klein's friends asked with a frown.
"Of course," The willowy leader gave a soft smile, "But that does not mean I will tame them. I trust in them not to harm any player as much as they trust me to not confide them in castle walls or misuse them." She explained with a small shrug.
It seemed like the man wished to continue but kept his mouth firmly shut in fear of angering the Elite Guild. "We'll meet you inside, Klein." Kirito cleared his throat drawing the attention away from Malia and her dragons, "The girls are dying to get out of their armor." The Black Swordsman gave a knowing smirk towards the woman of the Guild.
Nami beamed brightly, "We will surely dazzle tonight."
Elaina snickered flickering her black hair over her shoulder and out of her face, "Or strike fear." Her voice was dripping with playful malice.
"Either or is fine." Sachi giggled cutely.
Kirito chuckled drawing Malia into his side, "We'll catch up later." He told his old friend.
The red-head nodded with a wide grin, "We definitely will! It was nice meeting you, Mother of Dragons." Klein bowed respectfully—as did his Guild which surprised Malia and annoyed her a bit. She stepped forward and gently placed her small, warm hand on Klein's shoulder; Klein straightened out and stared down at the beautiful player.
She graced him with a radiant smile, "There isn't a need to bow down to me, Klein. Any friend of Kirito's is a friend to me and my guild." She murmured to him knowing his Guild could hear as well, "Same goes to the rest of you." She adds softly.
Klein looked at her, awed, "You're a lot friendlier then they say." Klein blurted out with a slight red tinge to his rugged cheeks.
Malia's eyes widened slightly, "What do they say about me?" She asked with a frown.
Klein rubbed the back of his head and muttered, "That you have the attitude of a dragon."
Malia blinked—a heartbeat passed before laughter emitted from her and her friends. "That's so clever!" Elaina laughed merrily—her lilac eyes gleaming with mirth.
"These dragon rumors are entertaining." Jordan chuckled wiping at his honey eyes.
"Malia, how do you feel being compared to a dragon?" Shen sniggered knowing her answer.
Malia smirked—a wicked gesture that struck Kirito in a strange, good way, "Amazing." She answered quietly tugging Kirito forward, "We will see you inside, Klein." She speaks to her new friend before returning to her spot with Kirito at her side.
Malia stopped and turned to her friends, "You all go ahead," She saw their confused expressions and explained, "I'm going to speak to Kraytor." She looked up at her dragons. Solantir now perched onto the walls of the castle while Kraytor still circled above eying the players with a distrusting gleam in his eyes.
"Are you sure? We can wait, Malia-san." Ash blinked at his friend.
Malia smiled and nodded, "You all go ahead and have fun. I'll be in shortly." She shooed them off while gracefully wondering off the pathway and towards the darken corner of the inner circle that was free of any players. Malia briefly glanced over her shoulder taking note that her friends had reluctantly moved into the castle while Kirito lingered behind with his back towards her. She smiled fondly, "So protective, my darling." She said in a normal voice knowing he could hear her with his high skill level.
The smirk in his voice was obvious, "Can you blame me? With you looking so radiant I'm scared others will try to steal your attention away from me."
Malia giggled and looked up towards Kraytor—who was already descending down towards her. The obsidian dragon gracefully landed and slinked towards his mother. His head was rubbing against her side with a loud, resonating purr of affection. Malia cooed at her beast rubbing her fingers soothingly in his left right temple—knowing it calmed him down.
"You must calm down, Kraytor," Malia spoke gently as the large dragon lifted his head so that his eyes locked onto his mother's, "You are putting the players on edge. You don't need to worry about them hurting me or the others. They cannot harm us within castle walls."
Her tense dragon growled low in his throat showing his displeasure, "I know, I know," Malia murmured, "But the players you see here are the ones that will battle alongside you on the front lines. There cannot be hostility among the front lines—it there is it will only bring our deaths. Do you understand, my love?" She gave her dragon a firm look.
Kraytor grunted roughly but nuzzled his head against his mother agreeing to her words. The massive beast did not want to be the reason why his mother perished on the front lines. He didn't like to see her stressed or worried either. She cooed at him lovingly and he soaked the attention greedily. "Will you remain out here or come inside?" She questioned the black dragon.
Kraytor scoffed giving his answer.
Malia felt her lips twitched upwards as she stroked the dragon's scales, "As you wish. Tell your brother to behave as well." She kissed his temple.
Kraytor growled lowly before purring his affection to her.
Malia watched as her dragon swiftly scale up the castle wall and jump the short distance to where Solantir stood guard. Assured, Malia sashayed towards Kirito. She reached out to grasp his hand. Kirito stared down at her fondly, "Everything okay?"
She nodded with a vivid smile, "He'll be on his best behavior."
Kirito smirked slightly and nodded, "Come."
Kirito guided her up the stairs. His eyes were flickering between Malia's pretty face and to the gawking players; jealously pooled in his stomach much to his displeasure. "I feel as if two hours or three are sufficient enough to mingle, right?" Malia's silvery voice drew his attention.
"Ah, eager to return home?" Kirito liked the way home felt. He never thought he'd make a home here in this world but he has…and he's never been more content but he knew it wasn't the location or place that made it home…it was Malia.
Malia blinked her large eyes up at him feeling her heart warm from hearing home, "Yes." She answered honestly.
"The others are eager to return home as well." Kirito pointed out.
"We don't like attending such grand events. It is pointless to us. We know everyone albeit we fight with them on the front lines but I see no need to throw such a grand ball." Malia spoke in a low but strong voice as they passed underneath the large crystal doorway. Her eyes drinking in the decorations that shined brightly. It seemed they went all out with the event. Everything was beautifully decorated to create an earthy theme. Against the colorful crystals, it just seemed lovely.
Tables were spread around the large center. In the center is where players dueled. Many looked on with cheers of mirth with drinks in their hands or food. Malia caught sight of many of her friends from other Guilds. Tables held a centerpiece with an elegant piece of paper giving out the name of Guild that would sit there for the evening.
Her keen eyes immediately sought out her Guild and found them sitting towards the front of the large ball room beside the Knights of the Blood (I just noticed I've been calling them by the wrong name. I called them Blood Knights of Oath, LMFAO.), Divine Dragon Alliance, Fuurinkazan, and Aincrad's Liberation Squad. Malia was surprised to see the Liberation Force here. They have been hardly seen since they took a terrible hit on the 25th floor.
Her friends were already merrily feasting and in their party clothes. The boys were looking dashing in their suits and robes while the girls looked radiant and dazzling in their dresses. The color was that of their Guild—but it was accompanied by their favored color making them stand out uniquely.
Kirito opened his menu and switched into his favored clothing for the party. His clothes were completely black and made his pale skin stand out roguishly. It was a bit more elegant then his normal daywear. Malia smiled fondly at her lover, "Dashing as always." She commented gently running her fingers across his cheek.
Kirito resisted the urge to lean into her touch and offered a small smile, "Your fans await."
She tried her best not to smirk at the small sound of jealousy in his voice before opening her menu and exchanging her armor for her lovely dress. It was obsidian black and layered with thin sheets of lacey material—not too thin to make it see through. The bodice complimented the dragon girl's curves, the straps lazily draping over her shoulders giving it a butterfly effect, the length dropping to kiss the ground, and her sleeves were long and draped down low leaving her shoulders exposed.
Kirito's eyes drank in her form greedily, his heart beating too rapidly, his hands trembling from how badly he wanted to touch her, and mind racing with thoughts not so PG-13. He was aware of the eyes staring at her, too, and did his best not to let his possessiveness get the best of him. Her hair tumbled down her back in an almost seductive manner. Her large doe eyes were gleaming in the lights surrounding the room.
Kirito gently wrapped his arm around her delicate waist, "Words do not begin to describe how stunning you look, Malia." He whispered in her ear softly.
She shuddered against him, "Thank you, Kirito."
He smirked and gave her lips a gentle kiss—making it known to all that she was his. She hummed softly against his lips and gave a pout when he pulled away, "Come one, our friends are waiting." Kirito chuckled pulling her towards their table.
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The night dragged on in mirth and joy. It was a peaceful but energetic atmosphere. It was one of the few nights where the worries of tomorrow were not a concern. Players let loose, let their walls down, and allowed themselves to get drunk off the joy of the party and games. Duels were the main source of entertainment. The Guilds would all vote for the two players that would duel. Most voted for the Elite Guild's members to duel another. None complained though. It was for fun—something that was rare in this world it seemed.
Malia was laughing happily with her friends. The hours grew late. The two hours that she had set for the Guild were long gone. The merriment inside the castle was intoxicating. Kirito had left her side to go speak with Klein. The duel between Elaina and Jordan had ended and it brought a rowdy cheer from the Guilds. Jordan had come out victorious—not that Elaina minded or cared. "Aincrad's Shields!" Echoed throughout.
Elaina laughed as she shoved Jordan's shoulder. Jordan kissed her cheek with a laugh as they took their seats; both were clothed in their armor before quickly shedding that article of clothing and returning to their party clothes.
"That was entertaining!" Ryku's laugh echoed throughout the tables. He had the deepest and loudest laugh in all of Aincrad.
"You both did wonderfully!" Nami gushed giving Elaina a side hug.
"I almost got you, Jordan, next time your fast feet won't win!" Elaina playfully threatened.
Jordan merely laughed in response.
Heathcliff made way towards the center of the floor with a laugh of joy, "That was truly amazing, was it not? I think our most entertaining duels have come from the Black Brotherhood!" Cheers erupted in agreement before he continued, "Now, we have one last duel for the night. This vote for these two certain players have been astounding!"
Malia was nibbling on a piece of fruit as she watched Heathcliff with interest, "I have a feeling we all know who is up and I think we saved the best for last." There was a pause.
Malia licked her lips and Sachi giggled as she wiped a piece of fruit from the corner of her Leader's mouth, "Would Kirito and Malia please step forward!"
Malia blinked up with wide eyes as the loudest cheers of the evening erupted. "Eh?" She said unsure if she was unsurprised or surprised with this vote. She should've known, honestly.
"Come on, mighty one!" Agil nudged Malia with a large grin.
Her friends voicing their approvals and encouragements before their Leader finally rose from her seat. If possible, the cheers grew in volume. Malia rolled her eyes but a blush was evident on her face as she watched Kirito step into the center with a lazy smile on his face. He was already clad in his armor.
"Who will it be, boys and girls? Who will rise to be victorious? Malia—The Mother of Dragons or will it be Kirito—The Black Swordsman?" Heathcliff demanded earning cheers of excitement.
Malia giggled and shook her head before stepping into the center circle marching forward until she was a few feet away from Kirito. She opened her menu and exchanged her dress for her light armor. The crowd was silent with baited breath as Heathcliff stood at the side in between the two elite players. Neither held their weapons yet. Malia was expertly braiding her hair quickly as Heathcliff spoke.
"Now, we all know the rules, yes?" Heathcliff questioned. The rules of dueling had been altered for this night. Whichever player managed to knock the other off their feet—won.
Kirito and Malia nodded—both players still had gazes locked. Kirito's eyes shamelessly running up and down his lover's figure. "Then take ten steps back, weapons drawn, and I shall count to three and the duel shall start." Heathcliff grinned looking eager to see this duel.
Malia smiled, "No holding back." She murmured playfully.
"Where would the fun be in that?" Kirito voiced with a throaty chuckle.
She turned first and took ten steps away from him. Kirito followed suit but in the opposite direction. When both players counted to ten—they stopped and turned to face each other. Kirito was drawing his infamous black sword while Malia remained unarmed. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her Scythe would be too wide to handle such a fast blade like Kirito's. Her double-edged Dream the Soul Splitter would be ideal but she wished to make a challenge for herself and Kirito.
She supposed she could go the same as him and use a simple blade. It had been a long time since she had used a one-handed blade. She chose her weapon earning surprised and curious looks from their audience. Kirito's eyes narrowed slightly. He had never seen a blade like the one Malia held.
Malia's sword was the one she obtained when Rowan sacrificed his soul for her dragons. The sword she gained for completing the quest was named: Wyvern Dragon Sword. It was made from the bones of a dragon and the hilt was fashioned into the body of a dragon. It was shaped and styled more like a basket hilt, open and airy. The dragon arches its neck over your hand with gemstones in the eyes, its tail wraps down the blade. The pommel is a dragon claw with gemstones around its base. The blade itself was extremely sharp and slightly curved.
It was the perfect sword for a light-sword wielder.
"Are both players, ready?" Heathcliff questioned.
Kirito nodded getting into a stance.
"Malia?" Heathcliff asked with a small smile.
Malia lazily got into her stance, "Ay."
"Then on my mark!" Heathcliff said, "One!"
Players gathered around with wide eyes.
"Two!"
Malia's and Kirito's names were being shouted.
"Three!"
Both players shot forward—like a bullet being released from its chamber. Players cheered their favored player as they clashed swords. Malia expertly parried Kirito's heavy blow, jumped back when he lunged forward, Kirito ducked under her swing, and jabbed at her knowing he couldn't fully hurt her. Malia had side-stepped and began to elegantly slash at him. Kirito swiftly dodged her attacks before speedily poking at her with his blade as his mind raced with ways to land Malia on her back.
Kirito and Malia exchanged heavy blows—their blades clashing and straining as the both of them stared at each other. Kirito was with a smirk and Malia with a taunting smile. "I've been secretly waiting for this for a while." Kirito admitted sheepishly as Malia tried to trip Kirito with her fast feet but he jumped back in time before lunging towards the beautiful girl.
Malia let loose a laugh, "As have I, my darling."
She dodged his rapid attacks in manner that had the crowd gasping and shouting with glee. She rolled across the floor and behind Kirito and jabbed at his back but he was quick to side-step and spin around to charge at her. Malia charged forward with her blade in front of her as they clashed. She quickly twirled her blade between her fingers before striking the tip forward almost catching Kirito in the side. Kirito watched as the sharp tip brushed against his armor.
They backed up and stared at each other. Kirito chuckled lazily and drawled out, "Scary."
Malia tutted lightly, "Do not get cocky, Kirito, it will surely be your downfall."
Kirito kicked forward going to land a heavy blow but Malia leaned back as his blade blew by her. She used her hands to support her body weight as she kicked at his blade sending the Black Swordsman stumbling back. She jumped back on her two feet and went on attack mode. She cursed when Kirito didn't fall.
The room was echoing with the sound of metal clashing with dragon metal along with their grunts. Players watched in awed-silence as the two players exchanged blows swiftly and rapidly. Footing between the two was never random, it was always strategic.
Malia and Kirito exchanged light blows as they danced around. Malia was watching his moves with sharp, dragon-like eyes. Kirito wasn't, he was watching her movements trying to commit them to memory, and trying to figure out if there was a pattern she was following but it was useless. Her moves were as unpredictable as the dragons she had.
Kirito swung a heavy blow down on Malia who he backed up against one of the tables—they had slowly begun to move away from the center without knowing. Malia jumped upwards narrowly avoiding getting slashed at. Malia steadied her feet before Kirito jabbed at her again in rapid succession. The dragon girl expertly parried each jab successfully with her own blade before jumping off the table and kicking it towards Kirito.
Kirito drew his blade as the table hit him. The wooden table ripped apart as Kirito lunged forward and began to exchange blows with Malia. Players moved away from the lethal dancers as their blades echoed. Kirito landed a particularly heavy blow that had Malia stumbling back and when he tried to take advantage—she held his blade steady with her own. In one quick movement, Malia allowed her blade to guide Kirito's around in a circle—her blade not once faltering before she kicked Kirito in the stomach.
Kirito stumbled back with his blade falling to the ground. Gasps were erupting from the audience as Malia dropped her weapon and lunged forward with the intent of finishing this duel. Her hunger to end this duel and win was burning through her veins. Her eyes were dark with greed.
Her braid was in disarray—strands falling in her face.
Kirito was sweating—his dark, silky strands clinging to his forehead.
Malia watched the twitch in Kirito's body and ducked and rolled around him as he swiped at her. The battle was now turning into one of bare hands and skill. Malia jumped from her back onto her feet spinning around to land a high kick to his side. Kirito quickly grabbed at her leg intent on bringing her down.
Malia saw her moment almost instantly. She put all her strength into her lower body as she quickly wrapped her other leg around Kirito's neck locking him between her thighs, Kirito's eyes went wide at the realization of what was about to happen.
Malia returned her strength to her upper body and pulled down. Kirito's body went down instantly with a loud thud. Her thighs still locked over his throat and her breathing and his echoing through the stunned room.
It was eerily quiet before laughing was heard and emitting from Kirito. Malia released her grip on his throat and hoisted herself up before propping herself on his heaving chest. Her eyes beaming with pride, "You underestimated me." She whispered as the cheers began to erupt around them—a few groans were heard.
Kirito huffed out a laugh, "Hell, yeah I did."
"Heathcliff was heard congratulating both players for an exciting duel. Malia leaned over to place a kiss on his lips and grinned, "Told you your cockiness would be your downfall." She teased jumping up on feet and going to pick up her discarded weapon.
"Three cheers for Malia—The Mother of Dragons!" Heathcliff yelled earning a roar of cheers in response before the audience began to chant, "Malia! Malia! Malia!"
Kirito was on his feet and wiping the sweat from his brow, "Where did you learn that move from?" He asked a bit breathless.
Malia beamed and cheekily replied, "An old movie called The Avengers."
Lol, if any of you have seen Black Widow's thigh grip move...then that's what I was aiming for, haha. I'm quite proud of this chapter, again. I was super eager to write this chapter and the outcome was awesome. I was going to make Kirito win but at the last minute, I let her win because I put Kirito in a disadvantage when he grabbed her leg. I saw the chance, I took it, lmfao. I was kinda against her winning-I don't want my OC to seem like she's some badass God-like bitch, ya know? I mean, I think I've done a good job of avoiding that God complex tho.
So, your thoughts? How was the fight? Did you enjoy the ending remark? I laughed when I wrote that. I think it was clever.
Anywho,
Until next time,
Vanessssa!