Gelher was like the wind. Fast and adept at using his dual swords.
And Damien… he was smart. He stayed behind Gelher and launched a rain of water swords at Chocoman.
Pom Pom
Chocoman started punching the two kids who tried to challenge him. Two punches and the game was over.
Bruh… what kind of fight was that?
"My job is done." Victory Pedo, aka Chocoman, threw a book up in the air. "Payment for the delivery?"
"Pleasure doing business." A tiny hand grabbed the book in the air and threw down a bag. "As always…"
Rosalind?!
In the air above Chocoman, Rosalind was flying. She was in her loli body, and a huge pair of dark wings were keeping her balanced in the sky. Wearing the attire of a witch, with her characteristic oversized hat, she was looking down at Isabella.
"Oh Sir Culture, wouldn't you look at me…just once?" Isabella sang to me.
