Tickle Tickle

That reaction was way too strong. I mean, losing her cool to such a level that she even got a penalty? That was in no way normal. Could it be that Sylphid was actually extremely ticklish?

I tested that hypothesis right away and sure enough Sylphid produced a bunch of adorable giggles as I attacked her sides again.

“S-Stop! Please! Not there! Noooooooo!”

But as much as she was screaming, her body didn’t move an inch. Usually, you would at least be able to somewhat defend against getting tickled by tightening your muscles, but Sylphid wasn’t even allowed that much. This must be downright torturous for her.

I mean, that was cute and all but it won’t really help me win the fight, right? And thirty seconds are really not a lot of time to work with.

Ah, wait.

Maybe…

“Surrender!”, I demanded while I still mercilessly assaulted her sides. “Or else I won’t stop tickling you!”

“N-No way!”, she guffawed loudly. “I...I...never surrender!” Y-you...you’re...pfft...gonna g-get iiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

Shit.

Yeah, it was a bit of a long shot, wasn’t it? Even if Sylphid was ticklish to an absurd degree, there is no way she will give in after a measly thirty seconds of ****.

“J-just you...giggle.. w-wait! I..I will pfft...p-p-pay y-you back for…. thiiiiiiihihiihihiis, Handsooooooome!”

I usually wouldn’t feel threatened by somebody who couldn’t even spell a coherent sentence anymore, let alone move. But even through all the giggling and panting Sylphid managed to glare at me and the danger behind that glare was palpable. So far, Sylphid has mostly fooled around with me. But that time has now definitely passed. Sylphid’s serious now.

The moment this penalty will wear off I will have to deal with a very angry and very vengeful martial artist.

This is bad. With mere seconds on the clock my time was swiftly running out.

I have to do something! If this keeps going like this I’m finished.