The Invasion. (The Spire continuation)

[DragonMasterX]

"Nonsense," discredited Mar, shrugging his shoulders, both arms in the air and a cocky smirk in his face. "She's just playing hard to get. That's the most obvious hint of her being attracted to me," he explained, seeing Alexis set off rather quick. "Oh hey, wait!"

Being reminded of their little contest, Mar kicked at the floor and started running in the direction Prisma had vanished to. They didn't have to move for long before the screams of someone made Mar skid to a halt. "Woah, what was that?" he asked no one in particular. Looking up, he noticed two figures jumping from building to building, coursing their way from rooftop to rooftop. Narrowing his eyes, Mar was able to discern the voluptuous beauty from before and gasped, "When did she get that high up?" he startled, realizing who Prisma was chasing.

(Rooftops)

"Ge-get away!" an imp-shaped green demon cried, its superior agility and speed working wonders in prolonging its life-span by maintaining distance between him and the Devil Tamer.

"I'm disappointed," said the emotionless dragoness, her beautiful pig-tails bouncing along her prominent assets.

"Just what are you?! You wiped out my underlings as if they were insects!"

"But that is precisely what your kind is."

"Shut up, whore!" the imp demon roared, finally stopping and turning around, clearly enraged. Prisma had stopped with only one building separating them from each other.

"Have you decided to put an end to this pathetic game of cat and mouse, demon?" An arrogant smile crept up the dragoness' lips. "Once I've taken you out, your Master will come out of hiding. Unlike you and your equals, he will prove to be worthy of me."

"Shut up! SHUT UP! Just be quiet and die already!" the imp roared, lunging for an attack, its arms suddenly bulging out. The once frail-looking demon exploded with growth, its body gaining bulk as it traveled through the air; which hardly surprised Prisma.

She was ready for all their kind, but she had not forseen the violent increase in negative energy that his transformation was attracting. Prisma was physically strong as well as extremely well-versed in the lore of holy magic, but thanks to her natural affinity she held a significant intolerance to dark-oriented energies. Her legs shook; not from fear, but from weakness.

"HAW HAW! NOW YOU DIE!" The now herculean-built demon boomed with laughter, his fists suddenly landing on Prisma, a huge cloud of dust suddenly engulfing them both.

Mar's eyes swelled, "Guys!" he exchanged looks between Alexis and Shadow, "We gotta get up there! And quick!"