Frivolous Malice

"Aha-ha-ha! You're a slippery one, arentcha? No worries, I like a game of tag!" Dae-Mon laughed happily.

Still in disbelief, he watched as the pink-haired player killer lifted his machine-morphed arms as the engines of the chainsaws were still revving, producing a light layer of smoke around him, laughing all the same.

What kind of ability is this? Is it a spell? Turning your arms into chainsaws is just…He thought.

Before he could properly decipher what was going on, his attention shifted as he witnessed the target of Dae-Mon shift from himself to his hazel-haired companion who was still standing to the right, several meters away.

Just the same as he was, Sol was in shock from the unorthodox way that their opponent chose to attack–leaving him wide open as Dae-Mon rushed towards him, laughing like a child at a playground with the gravelly engines humming with malicious intent.

"Sol–!!!" He yelled out desperately.

Crap, I won't make it in time…! He realized.