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“Nep-Nep!” Compa yelled out to her best buddy as she was sent flying by one of Arfoire’s many manic swipes, crashing thirty feet from the initial blow and skidding a few extra. “Neptune! Hold still okay? We got you!” Rom called out to the seemingly unconscious CPU of Planeptune. “You’re still in it, don’t worry!” The two especially proficient healers fell back and began tending to Nep’s wounds. Blanc, hearing all the commotion after watching her friend get battered and ragdolled across the battlefield, took a brief look back after hearing Rom’s voice, which flared her anger past the boiling point. Knowing Arfoire’s blind swipes have left her open and on the defensive Noire, Lastation’s CPU ordered Vert and Blanc to press on the offensive and push this manic, power-hungry anti-goddess to the brink of the island to ensure she had nowhere to escape to, however Blanc’s rage had reached the peak and she no longer wanted to or could hear the others as she switched into high gear and began using her command skills on the beast blindly, leaving a solid breach in their offensive trap.
”Screw you bitch! I’m done with you and your annoying schemes!” Blanc screamed out while hacking and slashing rapidly in her HDD form. Arfoire realized too late how much of a threat Blanc was and in her monstrous form she failed to pivot to brace for her attacks accordingly. Abandoning the ground entirely and taking flight, albeit erratically, Blanc flew straight past Arfoire’s defenses and slammed into her backside, dealing a grievous blow into the side of her hip. Arfoire twinged in pain and bellowed in agony, trying her hardest to keep up her stance, but after another collision from Blanc’s Hero’s Hammer into her hip the imitation goddess fumbled and was forced to fold her left hand inward, while continuously exhausting her energy by swiping blindly with her right to keep Noire and Vert away. Blanc however kept letting loose her ice-imbued physical barrage into Arfoire’s left leg, stancing herself accordingly to continually drive the blunt weapon into the backside of Arfoire’s knee to break in her stance once and for all. Unconcerned with elegance and grace in the moment, she would thrust outwards and to the right of her and use her gargantuan strength to flick the hammer upwards and have it crash down upon her defenseless opponent. One, two, four, ten, the hits racked up until Arfoire looked as if she was down for the count.
“Blanc, get a hold of yourself!” Vert shouted out at the rampaging goddess. Before she could say much else Arfoire roared out in immense pain once more before making a final swipe in front of her to keep Vert and Noire back; a fruitless endeavour however as Blanc took to the air and front-flipped into the beast goddess’ left leg this time. With this Arfoire collapsed to the ground and her form began to flicker in and out between her normal self and the beast she was trying so desperately to maintain.
“That takes care of her I guess.” Noire sighed, finally dropping her sword hand in front of Arfoire, who now was left in her base form.
“Blanc, she’s down. What should we do?” Vert asked the goddess of Lowee, who was still violently heaving and trying to catch her breath.
“Isn’t it obvious? We’ve got to put her down. If we leave her alive, she’ll just come back again to start shit again.” Blanc spat over her shoulder, still staring down their staggered foe.
Vert nodded after a moment of brief consideration. “I happen to agree in this case. For the good of Gamindustri.”
“Let’s make it quick then.” Noire added, rubbing her sore sword arm with a free hand.
Blanc raised her weapon, her eyes examining Arfoire like a predator. Arfoire chuckled weakly, “Oh? Are the heroic goddesses really going to kill me?”
“Try me, bitch.” Blanc hissed, raising her axe to her shoulder as she took a step forward in preparation to execute her enemy.
“Are you sure this is what Neptune would want?”
This caused Blanc to hesitate a moment to her own shock. “What do you mean? Of course she’d want you to be put down!”
That brief hesitation was still a moment too long as Arfoire quickly muttered an incantation under her breath, a purple sigil appearing beneath Blanc’s feet.
“I may not be victorious here today, but I’m going to take one of you little girls with me. Ciao, pipsqueak.”
“What are you-” Blanc demanded before stepping forward, a portal of gray energy forming in front of her and sucking her in before she could offer any more resistance than a scream. The goddess of Lowee was gone.