"NO!! WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS THING?!"
A howl of frustration echoed across the isolation dome as a thin layer of a ghostly black aura stopped Dante's dagger dead in its tracks, only a few centimeters away from Shye's neck.
*PAH!*
Soon after, the crisp sound of Shye's heavenly slap technique reverberated, landing squarely on the frustrated Dante's face and sending him hurtling toward a far corner of the dome.
Mira watched the happenings in utter horror.
She couldn't believe that even Dante Everforth, a notoriously strong scumbag from her region, was slapped silly by her former party leader.
"Hahahahaha! Ahh, that was satisfying. Slapping the sh*t out of the faces of delusional bastards truly brightens up my day!"
Dante was slapped cleanly by a warrior with a whopping 450 points of strength and his face was slightly rearranged to one side.
