SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 27: Slice And Cries

"I see you’re tryna be obstinate," Finn said, leaning in on Sherry as if to say something.

"You should tell your son to comply. Trust me, he doesn’t want his pretty face to be ruined." He urged, eyes heavily fixated on the youth just few meters away from him even whilst talking to his prey.

"Please, leave him out of this... I’m begging! Take every other thing. Just... leave him! Syril, you too should leave them. Don’t get hurt because of me!" Sherry helplessly begged, her face still pressed against the counter.

Neither listened.

"Very well... Be a good girl by staying here. Watch as I scar this pretty face of your son," He said aloud, moving away from the counter, setting the woman he had been maltreating for God knows how long free.

Sherry slipped down from the counter, relieved from the anguish she had been subjected to. Her face was red and swollen. You could also see lines of dried tears on her cheeks, art made from terror.

Finn didn’t waste any time. Yes, he was way more powerful than his fallen comrade, but Spencer was not so weak that an eighteen year old could overpower him that easily. He wasn’t going to be overconfident.

A piece of bone appeared in the adult’s hand surprisingly, materializing from the thin air. He then proceeded to shapen the bone with his mind. He swung the bone twice, and voila!

A lengthy, jagged bone whip formed in his hand, extremely hard and sharp, death made in calcite. The whip looked like an extracted vertebral column of what you may call a dinosaur, probably a T-Rex, jagged and flexible as if it was a living entity instead of someone’s malignant art.

Of course, all of this had happened in a matter of seconds, had happened within a time not sufficient for Syril to launch his own attack. Testament to the cruel goon’s experience as an ability user.

"Now, let’s see how fast you can run, you little piece of shit!" Finn yelled and started moving his death whip.

He slashed the air twice as if practicing or visualizing how it would feel after slicing his opponent.

And it began.

He sent the whip forward valiantly, not even afraid to be hurt by his own weapon. The strike was fast, too fast.

The whip moved like the Manipulator’s appendage, curling and retracting as if it was the wielder’s extra limb instead of a weapon.

Syril dodged the first slash easily, tilting on his heels before jumping backward, however, he hadn’t expected Finn’s shocking move...

Immediately he escaped the first slash, the second one followed, not even allowing him to balance. This one, he escaped by the skin of his teeth... The jagged edges of the bone whip were only mere inches from slicing him into two.

Syril could almost feel the air split into two, he could almost feel the whip grazing his skin. He had made a mistake of thinking the ability user needed to retrieve his whip to send another slash, completely unaware that the lethal weapon could be bent by the wielder’s mind.

Finn had efficaciously followed Syril’s trajectory, letting the whip’s edge extend and follow Syril the moment he escaped his first attack.

"Look at you! Running like a mouse!" Finn laughed triumphantly, satisfied that his ’prey’ was dancing to his very tune. "I’m more knowledgeable than you, bastard!"

He cracked the whip again, swirling it in patterns that made maneuvering arduous.

"Yes, Finn! Slice that motherfucker! I want to see him diced into munchable pieces!" Spencer shouted from his pinned position, screaming words of support as the blades in his shoulders slowly drained his life.

Sherry had recovered from her shock, but was afraid to go into the fray. Not cowardice, but fear of inadvertently causing harm to the young boy who had risen to fight for her.

Her ability was also practically useless, and joining the fray would only cause distraction for Syril who was seeking payback.

She couldn’t do anything meaningful, she could only pray to some kind of higher entity to create the perfect opportunity for her to come in and aid the boy. Now, she was doing that and gritting every time the whip looked like it would own Syril.

After many back and forths, Syril had suffered multiple cuts on his body, slowly accruing damage that would eventually take a toll on him.

"Look at you.... So pathetic! Kid, you were playing with the big guns. You should’ve known that," Finn didn’t bother hiding his amusement, smiling so wide until his whole teeth were visible.

Creepy.

’I can’t continue this way. I have to win!’ Syril almost thought aloud, looking for gaps to escape this cruelty and land a decisive blow.

"Please, let him go!" Sherry sobbed out again. Another flow of tears streamed down her cheeks. "You’ve done enough... just let him be."

That was it. That picture was enough to trigger something again.

Syril held Finn’s gaze, staring at the face contorted by a devious smirk. That was when he dawned on him.

They were using weapons, and he had none.

Syril looked around hastily, looking for some kind of leverage... But Finn wasn’t going to let him be.

He stretched the whip forward again, this time with so much power that it looked like he broke the air.

Syril managed to throw a gondola in the way, just in the nick of time.

The shelf split the moment it came in contact with the death whip, shattering debris of wood in every corner.

"This is what you’re resorting to? Helping destroy your mother’s shop? Classic... fool."

Syril ignored the insolence and kept hurling things regardless. The Bone Manipulator too kept slicing and slashing whatever came in his way, foolishly displaying his capabilities.

The truth? Syril had something planned.

It wasn’t long till the whole shop was covered in dust, making visibility hard. Syril pushed another shelving into the way, and the bastard easily fell for the trap.

He sent his whip forward again, but because sight was becoming arduous, he couldn’t effectively slice through the wooden furniture.

His whip curled around the shelf, tangling around the mass of wood. Easy for the Manipulator who could bend it with his will, right?

Instead of doing that, he formed a shorter whip in his other hand and slashed the wood again.

More debris and dust covered the room. This time, the dust had almost covered the whole of the room, making sight extremely difficult.

*CRACK!* *CRACK!*

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone yelled.

Someone was hurt.

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