283 Vol. 4 pt. 86 Patch 14.0: An Explosive Date (2/2)

He's already got her hyped up, too, so he can't just kill her excitement by changing his mind about the fight.

Then again, she already has an orb of fire growing larger by the second in her hand.

There was that one thing that Nell suggested before he came in-game. He also knows it would be effective based off of previous times using it against Cassiel.

That's it.

He's going to use his strongest, dirtiest tactic.

Rather than have anything resembling a real fight, which he never should have planned on in the first place, he's going to fight dirty and end this before she has a chance to destroy the forest.

”Never let me think that fighting Azawaza for a romantic date is a good idea again,” Fenrir thinks to Saya.

”I'm not your personal reminder, onii-wan,” Saya answers.

”I was honestly kind of expecting you to call me daddy-wan.”

”Die.”

Fenrir smiles and readies his claws.

”Are you ready to see which one of us is the real master, master?” Fenrir asks Azalabulia.

”Come at me, hound,” Azalabulia answers, raising her hand to him.

Fenrir knows that this is going to hurt even with only fifty percent of pain enabled, but all he has to do is survive a single attack from her. As long as he can do that, he's confident in his plan working.

He hopes.

”Then here I come,” he says.

Fenrir puts all of his speed into one quick thrust forward, leaping off of the ground to fly straight at her!

”Dark Flame Burst!” Azalabulia shouts, holding the fiery orb out to face him.

Several streams of black fire shoot out from the orb, each one crashing directly into him.

Azalabulia's eyes widen when she notices that he didn't even try dodging. Rather than be concerned that she's open to his attack, since she was counting on him at least trying to evade, she's worried. She doesn't want to actually hurt him!

And now it's time for Fenrir's counterattack.

With his clothes singed and burning, his face cringing from the pain, Fenrir reaches his target and grabs onto her by her shoulders.

”Wh-what are you doing?!” Azalabulia shouts, half-surprised and half-worried.

”This,” Fenrir groans, leaning his head in closer so that he can press his lips directly against her neck to bite and kiss the skin there.

It always worked against Cassiel, and now it's time to find out whether or not it's effective against Azalabulia.

He pulls his lips away from her after a few seconds of biting her neck to look her face over.

She's pure red, her eyes spinning in their sockets as steam escapes her ears, and she drops to her knees.

”Win… y-you win,” Azalabulia mumbles.