The strange anomaly released a massive gush of dark fog; What should had overflowed the blackish liquid within the strange rimmed edge.
Instead, the ripples at the interior dissipated, leaving an eerie, unsettling sensation of stillness.
No one can deny what is coming; Yet, several surprised gasps escape the Cadets.
From the seemingly solid black circle, emerges a feminine anthropoid silhouette.
It’s similar to the wooden mannequins in the Refined Quartzal.
But the design is technologically more advanced; Their movement fluid, and dexterous, bordering carnal allure with the bouncing frontal curves coated in a dense layer of black latex.
Tenseness is evident; Igniting nervousness among the Cadets. A handful know what are those aberrations, and the odds are directly against them.
Though, Vurckair and Balalaika are the only ones unable to interpret the dangerous mess they must deal with. Despite the warning he once received from his «Unbeatable Aunt», Verulkya.
Mätzeniä concealed the Nodes she casts, as she gulped down her saliva.
Odette tried too, but her mouth is dry, trembling in terror at hearing the unwanted name from her Idol’s voice.
"Cekx’Appealers." Muttered Naindra, preparing herself for combat.
Vurckair felt his body heavy, sore, aching from the previous exertion he didn’t even realized.
But as soon as he noticed the switch of attitude among the Cadets; He swapped his mind too, entering in combat mode.
For the first time since arriving at Ell’Thane, Vurckair circulates Flow Magic with the intention of empowering his body offensively.
Thicker, sharpened scales, rippled like a mantle of energy coating with occasional electric arcs the young man’s Adarga.
Then, it happened.
Another adversary came out, becoming three shortly after.
The Cekx’Appealer didn’t move, they stood beside the anomaly, guarding the location until other three of their kin, emerged from the tarry, black puddle.
Their hypnotic advance came with the sensual sway of curvaceous hips, leaving the Cadets spellbounded by how bewitching is the Cekx’Appealer’s attractiveness.
"Don’t be captivated!." Managed to scream Odette, showing her Halo, and extending her aura.
A wave of comfort washed over the present Cadets, who snapped out of their forced bewilderment.
Naindra followed the conviction of her Number 1 Fangirl. Her True-Silver aura blending in with Odette’s True-Cyan, amplifying the mental reinforcement’s strength, and range of effect.
As if they were a single unit. The Cekx’Appealers assessed the threat, dispatching four of them to annihilate the two damsels.
Faced with the imminent danger, Mätzeniä drew on from her past memories, how to command under pressure. Issuing orders right away.
"Gia, Miss Nephron, and Vurckair, each take one on." She said resolutely. "Miellessa and I will hold the fourth one while everybody else provide remote support as needed. And have im mind that ur priority is to keep our Mental Anchors safe, or we’ll succumb to the charms of the Cekx’Appealers!."
Weapons were materialized, and Nodes casted, amidst the fear of complete annihilation, or worse, ending up as a Cekx’Appealer.
Naylyn was the first to advance. "Don’t hold back." She warned the others, brandishing her saber.
An action that is perfectly imitated and replicated by a Cekx’Appealer.
Both clashed their blades, but for more swift and powerful Naylyn’s fencing may be. Her opponent withstands it. Only to use it shortly after against the maiden herself.
{Interesting. Let’s see how much they can actually copy us}
Surrounding himself with greenish blue Enph Electrons, Vurckair sprinted forth.
The Cekx’Appealer does the same. Mirroring every motion he performed, exept for the electricity coating her.
{It’s just normal, natural Electrons}
A sadistic smile spreaded across Vurckair’s face. And the moment before he attacked his enemy, he steals the Cekx’Appealer’s electricity, accelerating his final speed.
Nevertheless, the impact is absorbed by a thick layer of latex, rippling outwards to spread the force evenly.
{Impressive...}
Shö’Thöms are fired by the Cadets, barely damaging the Cekx’Appealer’s latex-like skin, only for the sexy anthropoids to shoot back Nodes on their own.
"How did they acquire Singularities?!."
Someone screamed in terror, defending himself with a barrier, what made him, and other Cadets, partially immobile.
Unable to move around, they are overtaken, the Cekx’Appealers easily shattering the feeble films as if they were made of glass, not energy.
Mätzeniä held her position, and gave orders to coordinate the Cadets. Letting Miellessa withstand the frontal assault. Who had no alternative aside brawling head-on against the Cekx’Appealer.
Similar to Giassmennia.
The Tomboy’s ferocious battle style resembles Vurckair’s. She received the same training in Azthea; But unlike him, and fortunately for her; She was not deployed in combat against the terrorists in Fettiyio.
Fatigue starts to pile up among the Cadets.
The constant expenditure of Flow Magic along the unending repetition of casting Nodes, is beyond exhausting.
This is not the case for the Cekx’Appealers; On the contrary, their movements are better, faster, and more precise the longer is the battle.
They began to exploit specific weakness, integrating every new approach the Cadets can think of.
All tricks under their sleeves, slowly became an integral part of the Cekx’Appealer’s arsenal.
{Abraxza, help Miellessa}
The Summon flew over, discharging a series of red lightnings made of Anph Electrons.
The Cekx’Appealer was pushed back, losing her balance, and acting erratically for a few seconds, before her large breasts bloated up into gigantic balloons.
"Mutated Cekx’Appealer." Informed Abraxza, striking nonstop bursts of Anph Electrons, making the already attractive appearance of the Cekx’Appealer, become excessively sexualized, yet docile.
"Leave her." Order Abraxza, and reluctantly Mätzeniä complied.
"You already heard the Contracted Summon, Miellessa, let’s move forward against the last one."
The combat remained at a stalemate, but the truth was distinct, the Cadets were losing ground
Their physical soreness and pain increased, while the mental exhaustion was not far from making them collapse.
Guts, adrenaline, and the abhorrent fear of being transmuted into Cekx’Appealers, was the necessary cocktail to keep them focused to push beyond their current limitations.
Until reinforcements arrived. Only the kind nobody wanted.
Two Cekx’Appealers emerged from the anomaly, but unlike the previous type, these models have detailed features, such as plump lips, well kept hair, and sharp claws...