The seething rage pumped through Leonel's veins. He tried to rationalize it, but after a moment he was too pissed to do even that. Every time Manson felt like she was close to bursting his head like a watermelon, her body would be rocked by a wave of pleasure and spark yet another connection in Leonel Dreamscape.

After the third time, Leonel cut himself off from that bundle of connections entirely, his thoughts fuming. And yet, every time it happened, Manson's face would only become more flushed and her actions more drunk.

Even as this happened, her kicking speed seemed to increase and her body became more limber. Leonel was suddenly having a tougher and tougher time predicting her next attack because they simply had no logic to them. This forced him to go from using his predictive model toward his muscle analysis model.

Leonel was under no illusions about his strength versus Manson's no matter how pissed he was. As far as he could tell, Manson was Tier 2 of the Fifth Dimension while the rest of her companions were Tier 1.

Leonel wasn't able to dodge her attacks because he was strong enough, he was completely relying on his ability to do so and that was quickly becoming almost impossible.

As though Manson was just stretching her limbs and only just getting into a rhythm, the whistling of her kicks became sharper and sharper, trailing Leonel by a hair's breadth.

"The kid's survived quite a while." Double Shot spoke, his hands itching.

"She just likes playing with her food. Just enjoy the show, she's getting more perky." Shadow Rat responded.

As usual, didn't say a word, taking a snap shot of every wardrobe malfunction he could catch a glimpse of.

'This is some good material. It'll last me at least a week. This is good, really good…'

"It's been about half a minute, don't you think the miners should have heard something by now?" Shadow Rat asked.

"If they know what's good for them, they'll stay out of Manson's way. I doubt she'll go as easy on them as she's going on this kid."

also be that they're just used to it and know to mind their own business," Shadow Rat replied, "I used to work the mines too. Everyone is trying to meet and surpass their quotas for an extra bit

I forgot you were a

you think it's easy being here? I made more money doing this than

had made less money, and had gotten

hope your gun jams,

your wig glue dries

BANG!

his uniform hammer pants gaining a large rip as Manson's failed to

the ground, but immediately became an anchor point as she swung her

of punches. They were relentless and

piece, allowing it to vanish into his spatial ring.

the all pervading coldness that

was already dripping with sweat and the flying particles of stone that had hung in the air due to Manson's

single injury on his body. Even as he breathed long and hard,

about… 20% of her strength. The others still haven't moved because they're quite confident in her ability to

He had already thought of three plans with a better than 80% likelihood of ending in her

about whether to proceed, Manson's brow would twitch and her actions would shift. It was as though she subconsciously felt that something was about to

mind became, the sharper

in Leonel's mind. If she could adapt with nothing to go off of now, then the more information he gave her, the

the fact she seemed to need to be inebriated to use it was a huge negative… Unless she could fight someone she wanted to kill as much as

'In that case…'

attempting

in a feat of shocking flexibility, Manson's back arched backward, planting her palms to

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