238: Outraged Spectators
The little bitch! Beatrice cursed her so-called teammate, Number Sixty-six. The look in the snake lady’s eyes confirmed what Beatrice already suspected: the conniving snake had every intention to land her smoke attack on Beatrice as much as on the monster. Beatrice simply managed to free herself from the monster at the very last moment, long after such a slow-moving cloud was unleashed.
And while Beatrice did not know the full extent of the lethal ways in which those fumes could have affected her, she was glad that she took every precaution she could in that split-second decision. Because looking at the monster flailing and listening to its painful, labored coughs and gasps, it was clear that it did not have a fun time in those fumes, and not just because of Beatrice’s sneak attack.
“BOOO!!!!” the crowds were not happy with how the monster was treated.
“Cheater!”
“That was below the belt!”
“Fight like a man, you pussy!”
“Disqualify her!”
“Fuck her!”
“The other one too! What a coward to unleash gas from behind like a little bitch!”
“Now, now!” Thelicia addressed the outraged spectators. “While I understand that you hoped for a different outcome to that situation, I feel like I have to remind you that there are no forbidden attacks or tactics in these games, unless stated otherwise!”
“Bullshit!”
“I hope that dick-mutilator gets split in half!”
“The farter too!”
“She didn’t fart.”
“Who cares! Get up! Kill them!”
“Fuck them up!
“Both of them!”
“With the lovebirds’ cock!”
”You think it still works after that?”
”I hope it does!”
“Yeah, get up! Twenty-five! Twenty-six!”
“Make her pay for what she did to your dick!”
“Rape her in the ass, Number Twenty-six!”
You fucking cocksuckers! Beatrice’s blood boiled as she listened to the outraged complaints that she did not just get raped by a forty-inch cock for all of them to see. The loathsome gawkers kept finding ways to make themselves seem as irredeemably deplorable as possible.
With each passing minute of these games, Beatrice understood Olivia’s contempt for this city more and more. Beatrice could only hope that the thousands that gathered here did not represent the entire population of Klapsus, else she feared that she would be unable to find a reason to save any of them from the fate that they desperately tried to prove they deserved.
But Beatrice could not worry about the spectators right now. She needed to finish off the Peter/Wendy mutated monstrosity while also keeping an eye for the snake lady. Did she forget that she’s not allowed to kill anyone else? Does that mean that those fumes aren’t lethal?
Beatrice looked at the monster that slowly crawled out of the smoke. It seemed like the perfect time to finish off the beast, but she also could not approach the debilitating smoke with which even such a beast struggled. She’s not moving in for a killing blow either! Beatrice thought, looking at the snake lady that currently just stood like a statue observing the situation. Which probably means that the smoke has to be dangerous enough, even if not lethal.
Beatrice quickly examined her own limbs and skin, making sure that at the very least there wasn’t any visible damage like burns or corrosion. She noticed a coat of putrid slime on the nail of her index finger. She brought the finger a little closer to her face, but the revolting stench was nearly enough to make her vomit right there.
“Oh, for the love of—!” Beatrice quickly tried to shake off the disgusting remains of her cock-penetrating attack.
With no indication of dangerous effects, Beatrice quickly confirmed her Health Point condition.
Health Points
363/500 (+0.88/sec)
Good, at least my regeneration seems is broken enough for this. Beatrice allowed herself a small sigh of relief that she was no longer at death’s door.
“WRHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!” the monster bellowed on its knees, reminding everyone that it was still alive.
“YEAAAH!!!” The crowds once again erupted in cheers.
“Well, it certainly looks like the new crowd favorite lovebirds have not lost their fighting spirit yet!” Thelicia echoed the excitement of the spectators. “But is it all they have? Has if that dastardly smoke sapped them of their strength? And how long will their opponents stand around without doing anything like two boring sacks of potatoes?”
“Go get them! I’ve got a winning ticket with a Number Twenty-five on it!”
“Take care of the Number Sixty-six first!”
“Snap both their necks at once!”
“Not before they've been punished thoroughly!”
Ignore them! Ignore them! Beatrice reminded herself, concentrating her attention on the beast that slowly rose to its feet. Considering that the mutation was repulsive from the very start, it was difficult for Beatrice to tell what effect—if any—the snake lady’s fumes actually had on it. Was it poison? Some kind of weakening debuff? It could not have been a simple smoke screen! Not like that backstabber will reveal such valuable information if I asked her. Though calling her a backstabber, when it’s basically an “every man for himself” type of—
“PETER KIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!” Peter roared, announcing his intent to remedy the fact that his enemies were not yet at death’s door.