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Chapter 105: For God's sake!! VIII
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"Die! Die! Die! You cockroach!" Ivy was a bit snarky, to say the least. Numerous small and big vines were gliding about, surrounding a tiny figure.
Yet, try as she might, she was barely able to hit him a few times. He was slippery, and most importantly, he was dangerous.
They were fighting in Gotham, but luckily for its people, it was a very isolated area close to the lower docks in the middle of the night.
If they were in a popular area, it would've been a massacre, not just because of the numerous wings and dangerous plants all around, but because of the poisonous air in the area.
Ivy did everything she can to eliminate him. She still remembers that day clearly, the day Ian fought, how much he suffered, coming victorious in the end but still got hurt.
However, the enemy was prepared. He seemed to be immune to her poison and pheromones one way or another, presumably his armor.
The most annoying thing about him though was the two golden swords in his hands. Their grip was dark gold, and the blade was brilliant golden, looking exquisite with numerous odd engravings.
It was a fabulous piece of art, something seeming to be constructed by the gods themselves because only their fine hands can come up with such a miracle.
That miracle is largely what's keeping him alive. That and his experience, his superhuman physique, sense, etc.
The two golden blades swept through the plants and vines like butter, causing Ivy to wince in pain. This has never happened before, she could feel pain in her soul the moment those blades cut her plants.
It wasn't emotional pain, but real pain. It was as if those swords can harm her soul through her plants.
She was confident after training with Ian for a year and making so much progress, and she has indeed become stronger and very destructive.
Unfortunately, she has come to face the swords because the most troublesome thing about them is that they seem to have a mind of their own, and numerous eyes.
No matter how sneaky and deceitful she was, they always respond instantly.
Moreover, they can transform into many things, much to Ivy's dismay. From their original form which seems to be the sword to a shield, lance, axes, hammers, daggers, and even scythes.
They also turn into chains that fly about, always managing to save the holder from danger, extremely fast.
The weapons even seem to have a burning effect on all of the plants, akin to the effect of holy water on demons.
'Should I use it?' Ivy gritted her teeth, her emotions running wild for a second before she calmed down in a second, quite the odd thing, 'No, Ian would hate that, and it will cause the death of every plant in the city...'
Her concerns weren't about the people of the city, but about her plants. Whatever trump card she's hiding is certainly something to be feared.
She took a deep breath, her thoughts becoming more rational by the second, 'I need to remain calm. Only with tranquility can I see the road to squash bugs.'
That was certainly an interesting analogy, but what's astonishing more than anything else is Ivy regaining her calm. A year ago, she would've gone crazy watching a bug slice through all of her dear plants.
Now, however, she was able to regain her composure pretty quickly without losing herself. That was a miracle as that means she was slowly starting to gain resistance against the source of her powers.
Her fighting style was adjusted completely in a moment, changing from offense to a mix of both offense and defense.
She had almost forgotten that her goal was to keep him from making trouble, so all she had to do was to stall until he tires himself out. Perhaps killing him would be possible then, 'Unless the swords have something else in store.'
The only reason this fight is happening in the first place was because of Ian... He was late.
Ivy first set to solve the problem in a peaceful way, promising Deathstroke that Ian will arrive in a month, but a week has passed on top of that, and the assassin didn't seem to have any patience, seeking to get Ian out of whatever hole he's holding himself in.
Deathstroke switched to full offensiveness, showing his monstrous nature as ran on the large vines, jumping from one to another to reach Ivy.
His divine weapon was acting as chain hooks, keeping him from falling down, and helping him reach his target.
His jumps were a dozen meters high with a speed that appeared like teleportation. His swings and reaction time were downright horrifying, something that should be impossible for a human being.
He was certainly much stronger than he was the time he faced Ian, perhaps it was all due to training, or the divine weapon, or something else.
All that mattered at the moment is the insane danger threatening Ivy as Deathstroke moved like he was in a grappling simulator.
In the end, his claws came so close to reaching Ivy, but all she had to do was to murmur, "Bambo shield!"
And a shield of Bambo formed before her, stalling Deathstroke for a split second, but his weapon still sliced through without much resistance.
His vision of Ivy was obstructed, but as if he has a third eye, he spun mid-air, his diving weapon forming into a chain sword that went on to perform a full circle around the obstructions, reaching its target in the blink of an eye.
Her wings were already out, flying backward from him, yet his bizarre weapon proved to be a headache once again.
'Ivy, remember that every good plan requires a few backup alternatives to be perfect. That or you can use the way of distractions, about ten distractions will never fail you... The best option would be to be me, but...'
Ian's words reverberated through her mind as a vine that was already wrapped around her waist pulled her back with tremendous force to the point she winced in pain.
But she was still clear-headed enough to manipulate her plants to overwhelm the opponent, becoming much more cautious.
Much to her dismay, however, she felt herself colliding with someone. Without her knowledge, someone appeared behind her, making it seem as if her perfect sense of life force was useless.
'Ah, this smell,' She remained just as defenseless, leaning back into the man, "I missed you..."
Ian wrapped his arms around her bringing her closer. Strangely, his wings were nowhere to be seen, yet he was floating with her in his arms.
The only thing that could be responsible for that would be the staff hovering behind him.
"You did well. You even surpassed my expectation..." Ian ruffled her red hair, and a hint of pride could be seen in his eyes.
She had truly outdone herself, Ian didn't think she'd be able to resist the Green's influence, but here she is.
Ivy's mouth outlined a sweet smile as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and with that innocent smile, she spoke, "Then what's my reward?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"I've just thought of a new project. I want you to give me your all and help me finish it as soon as possible... Please, dear?" Her innocent smile was a stark contrast to her actions, bold seductive moves to get what she wants.
Her breasts were squashed against his chest, and her hands were reaching out for dangerous territories. Her sweet breath was tickling his ear as she whispered words of seduction.
"Euphoric huh? It's summer after all." Ian noted in the past year Ivy's mood swings. It had something to do with her powers, making her more susceptible to feeling certain emotions in specific seasons.
"Your exceptional and unnecessary seduction was successful, happy now?"
Ivy rested her head on his chest, hugging him tighter, "Too happy... I'm tired, can we stay like this a while more, dear?"
Deathstroke just stood there, a bit away from them somewhat stunned. The vile woman who spoke only of venomous words was nowhere to be seen, he was speechless.
"Sure... I kinda can do everything without moving." Ian remarked as his staff levitated further above him, beams of blue energy were being unleashed at Deathstroke, "Eldtrich Blasts!"
Not just that, several magical balls continued to manifest before the staff, and swim their way to their target.
Deathstroke instantly found himself bombarded by numerous magical spells, all devastating attacks. He would've been dead in an instant if not for the divine weapon in his hands.
'God Killer huh, a weapon capable of killing gods, forged by Hephaestus, god of fire. A weapon of near-indestructible qualities, But...'
Ian eyed the golden shield surrounding Deathstroke before stretching his right hand, grasping his staff. A torrent of life force was unleashed upon it, causing it to light up in rays of myriad colors, orange being the most noticeable.
"I've never used this before, but... Please survive, that'll make things so much easier for both of us..."