CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!

COMBAT MODULE SWITCH COMPLETE!

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“Wait, what just happened?” asked a very confused Hannah. Fran just shrugged as she shared a dumbfounded look on her face as Hannah. “You never mentioned he could do that!” she angrily told her summoner.

“Because I didn’t know he could do that! The file on him said he had powers similar to your standard warrior, not a paladin, yet he had those! Why The Lady gave him such powers is beyond me!” retorted Fran to her very annoyed summon. While the two of them bickered, they failed to notice John who had activated Charge to quickly arrive at Rachel. The angel was too focused on her spell casting to notice that John had quickly covered the distance between the two and was now in attack range. John quickly followed up the charge with a Pommel Strike to disrupt the support angel’s casting.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” cried out Rachel as she stumbled back from the **** of John’s attack. Her scream **** Fran and Hannah out of their bickering to see their ally assaulted by their enemy. The two nodded at each other and charged at John in an attempt to draw his attention away from the weakest of the three. John, not wanting to lose his momentum, followed up his previous attack with Sunder Armor, which activated its secondary effect and removed Rachel’s robes. The shy angel shrieked even more loudly than before as her hands quickly moved to cover her bra-less breasts.

John’s face grew a sly smile as he made sure to memorize the petite angel’s tits. He also memorized her white, see through panties that clearly let him see the folds of her pussy. Rachel unfurled her wings and flapped them rapidly, trying to get away from her attacker as fast as she could. Luckily for her, Hannah was able to catch up with John and **** his attention to her.

“DON’T YOU DARE HARM MY LITTLE SISTER!” yelled the angry angel, whose sword clashed with John’s ax. John parried the attack and followed up with a Pommel Strike to her, which stunned the attacking angel. This gave John the chance to dodge Fran’s incoming sword swipe, as he jumped back and then used Charge straight to her and followed up with Sunder Armor. John was sad to see her clothing remained on, but he continued with a Slam directly on Fran’s chest piece, which caused the crack from her earlier attack to increase its size.

“DON’T YOU DARE DESTROY MY ARMOR LIKE YOU DID RACHEL’S!” screamed Fran as she swung her sword once more at John’s location. John was able to block and parry some of her flurry of attacks, but did take a few hits to his chest piece. Luckily, it held firm and did not crack under the power of Fran’s attacks. John, in an attempt to get some distance from Fran, jumped back just in time to miss Hannah impaling him on her dagger as she flew at top speed to where he was just moments ago.

“DAMN YOU!” she yelled as she quickly spun around and aimed for John once more. John realized that a hit from her at that speed would be rather deadly. So he decided to cut her off first by using Charge which stunned her as he impacted with her. John tried his luck with another Sunder Armor after he performed a quick Second Wind to recover his stamina. His move did its magic and relieved Hannah of her angelic robes. “OH COME ON!” she vented in frustration as her completely nude body was on display for all to see. “Screw this, I’m out!” Hannah decided as this fight wasn’t worth the hassle of losing her or Rachel’s life over.

“Wait, no! Where are you two going?!” cried out Fran as her angels abandoned her. “Stupid creatures! They’re loyal only to themselves first. Always running when things start to not go well for them. Doesn’t matter, I don’t need her help to beat you!” a determined Fran said as she readied her weapon and charged at John. John did some quick math in his head and realized he had less than 20 stamina left, enough to use one of his weaker moves. Nothing that could defeat Fran for sure.

John ran towards Fran, their weapons clashed as they scraped along each other. Fran, the more athletic and flexible of the two, did a quick spin and kicked John square in his chest. John struggled to breathe as his diaphragm spasmed and prevented his lungs from properly expanding. Fran took advantage of John’s inability to do anything by slashing her sword across his armored chest, small scratches slowly started to appear. Once his armor was thoroughly scratched up, she moved her blade up until its tip was mere inches from John’s throat.

“Looks like you lose, John Newman!” gloated Fran, a wicked smile spread across her face. “With your ****, my ascension will be ensured!” monologued Fran. John, as he watched his stamina counter rise slowly as Fran continued to talk. Once his stamina hit 30, John did his final move he could get off. If I’m gonna die, I might as well die looking at something good! thought John as he used Sunder Armor on Fran with success as her chest piece disappeared, revealing her beautiful DD’s in a bra struggling to hold them.

“WHAT? YOU FUCKING PERVERT!” yelled Fran as she brought her foot down on John’s crotch. John let out a howl of pain as Fran ground her heel into John’s armored nether regions. “Any last words before I rid the world of your pervy mind?” asked Fran as her sword tip now brushed against his neck.

John just laid there, his mind raced through all possibilities that could happen and which one allowed him to survive. Unfortunately for John, his mind could not find any situations that allowed him to survive this. Come on, John! You have to think outside the box! What does she want? She wants to destroy Moira and Lord Brighton. I wouldn’t mind seeing that happen as well with the shit they’ve put me through recently. Wait, maybe that’s it! John’s mind found a way to possibly survive.

“Yeah, I do, actually,” John started. “You want to destroy Moira and her dad, right?” Fran did not answer, but she did narrow her eyes in suspicion of what this boy-king was about to say. “Then we have mutual goals. So, instead of fighting and killing each other, how about we team up? Together we can end their reign of terror and bring true peace to Springfield and beyond!” John finished his last gambit and patiently waited for Fran to reply. While he hoped she would agree, he could easily see her just stabbing him through his throat and ending this battle once and for all. Seconds passed, then minutes, then what seemed like hours as John’s eyes looked into Fran’s. He could see the gears in her mind turning, determining if it was worth it to ally with him or simply kill him and move on with her original plans. John closed his eyes once he saw her sword lift up, him accepting that his end had come.

“Fine.” That was all she said as John opened his eyes and saw her sword jammed into the ground and offered her hand to help John up. John sighed in relief as he accepted her hand as she hoisted him up. She did not let go once he was up, but instead pulled him in close. “You better not fail me, or I’ll kill you myself,” she said in a cold voice as she removed her sword from the ground and walked towards his ruined castle as John saw his companions rushing towards them. They all took offensive stances as they saw Fran walking towards them.