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Cleric of Hell’s Brigade
Disorientated by Parsley’s move, he cannot avoid Inanna’s
Blow. It literally spins his head around multiple times, his neck twisting.
And has little effect other than to make him frown at her.
Seeing Nevalinna however, makes him frown even more.
“Armor? So, that traitor Knight showed you the secret craft. You are unfit to wear such a prize. Your insolence is matches my your mother’s, though at least she had the power to back her words up.”
He grins, head still twisted around multiple times.
“She fought hard, little princess, but what is a Queen compared to a God? Little and less it seems.”
His eyes track to Inanna.
“And you. A pretender to godhood. Fancy powers won’t save you from me, little Oni, and whatever that barrier is won’t save your wife.”
He gestures and a portion of his black vomit still on Sarada turns into an actual portal that swiftly swallows Sarada whole before dissipating.
“And now she’s all mine.”
His head snap spins back around and he swiftly grabs Inanna and prepares to vomit all over her face this time, readying to convert her.