The Succubus's wounds on her skin rapidly writhed, nearly healing the bone-deep gashes in an instant. However, a bright flash of Holy Fire Technique immediately enveloped her, eliciting another infuriated, anguished scream.
Desperate, she attempted to charge forward to take out the Priest first. A light clawing would render him incapable of casting Divine Arts ever again, or she could use her once-a-day ability to dominance over humanoids, making the priest truly believe she was his best friend.
Yet that sword-wielding Succubus instantly closed in again, blocking all her escape routes. Damn it, how could a Succubus move so fast? And what's with that bizarre armor she's wearing?
Lancelot was quite the sight at this moment. His robe had long been torn away, revealing the exquisite armor beneath, looking every bit the part of a knightly Succubus.
