One Piece : Wild Hunt

Midway through Thomas's and Caenis's second session of frenzied lovemaking, the former abruptly pulled away from him, sitting up with a serious expression on her face.
Rising to a seated position, Thomas observed the horizon to find a ghostly blue and black wave approaching them. Since he still had the EMIYA Card equipped, his vision instantly zoomed in on the approaching phenomenon, revealing it to be a veritable tsunami of human, jackal, alligator, bird, and feline skulls.
Furrowing her brows, Caenis muttered, "Spirits of the damned..." before rising to her feet and adding, "Looks like that bitch decided to go all out. If those things touch you, you're fucked."
Manifesting her spear, Caenis was prepared to charge into the oncoming tide to draw their attention. As a Divine Spirit, the wave would invariably be drawn to her to try and devour her. However, while they would be able to drain her vitality, her immortality would allow her to endure. It wouldn't be a pleasant experience, but she would emerge the final victor.
Before Caenis could run off, Thomas called out to her, saying, "Wait. This is a good opportunity to test out True Phantasm Summoning. You've done more than enough as is."
Though she wasn't particularly fond of having someone steal her glory, Caenis only hesitated for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and saying, "Whatever. Just remember, that Crocodile bitch is mine. Man or woman, I'm going to kick their teeth in for robbing me of the opportunity to fight Hector."
Nodding his head, Thomas offered a silent prayer to Crocodile before pulling out a shiny golden card bearing the silhouette of a Saber and the Roman Numeral VII. The card technically belonged to Illya, but he was able to make use of it through a contract with Ruby. He couldn't install it, but he could provide the card with Mana, enough to manifest the Heroic Spirit within.
After fixing his trousers, just in case, Thomas suppressed the feeling of cringe as he held up the card and shouted, "Manifest: Arthur Pendragon!" before throwing the card forward as Ruby had taught him. The card didn't fly nearly as straight as he would have liked, but it ultimately didn't matter. Shortly after leaving his hand, it exploded into vibrant blue light before a petite young woman with golden hair and green eyes popped out. Instead of an iconic blue and silver battledress, however, the woman was wearing subtly pink armor and a skirt resembling the petals of a flower.
Freeing Thomas from his stupor, the petite woman turned to him, her expression and tone emotionless as she asked, "Are you my Master...?"
As higher Grade cards possessed a fraction of their original ego, Thomas wasn't too surprised by the faux Artoria's ability to speak. She lacked the vibrancy of the original, especially for a Lily variant, but it was evident she possessed at least a modicum of personal agency.
Deciding to play it safe, Thomas shook his head and replied, "I'm the one who summoned you, but I'm not your Master. I do, however, require your help."
Pointing toward the rapidly encroaching spirits, Thomas added, "With your Excalibur, you should be able to deal with those Spirits fairly easily, right?"
Looking in the direction Thomas was pointing in, the faux Artoria fell silent for several seconds before abruptly charging toward the approaching tide without fear.
Seeing Artoria race off, a relieved sigh emanated from Thomas's throat as he softly muttered, "Looks like I get to save my final Command Spell..."
Turning to Caenis, Thomas half-expected her to want to continue where they left off. Instead, she asked, "That's the Legendary King Arthur? That delicate little flower child...?"
Smiling wryly, Thomas remarked, "It's complicated," before asking, "Now, what do you want to do? Crocodile should be pretty close to exhaustion. Want to rush over and deal with her now or wait until Artoria has finished cleaning up...?"
Seeing Artoria cut through the Spirits like a farmer harvesting wheat, Caenis returned her gaze to Thomas, specifically staring below his waist as she replied, "My insides 'do' feel a little itchy..."
Exhaling a light chuckle, Thomas began to unfasten his belt. The thought that Artoria might wander over after she had eradicated the Spirits made him a little uncomfortable, but he suppressed it with the notion that she was more like a machine than an actual person. There was also a chance she would revert to her card form shortly after her task was complete, so he wasn't going to keep Caenis waiting when she was clearly in the mood to fuck...
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Demonstrating how 'basic' her thought process was, Artoria, covered from head to toe in a black substance similar to ectoplasm, became statuesque the moment she had destroyed each of the Spirits. It wasn't until Thomas and Caenis walked over that she moved, staring blankly at the former as if anticipating a new order.
Seeing the condition of the faux Artoria, Thomas's brows creased as he asked, "Are you okay? You look a bit...worse for wear..."
Without hesitation, the faux Artoria replied, "I can continue fighting," as if it was the only thing she knew.
Exhaling through his nose, Thomas replied, "We can handle the rest. You should return to your card form for the time being."
Though it didn't show on her expressionless face, the faux Artoria was apparently confused by Thomas's words, responding, "I'm not sure what you mean." in a dull monotone.
Pulling out the bronze-colored Grade 1 Lancer Card, Thomas explained, "You are a Faux Heroic Spirit manifested from one of these. Once you have exhausted all your Magical Energy, you should revert to your card form."
Catching Thomas a little off guard, the faux Artoria responded, "I cannot abide by your request. While I am unable to recall what it is, I know there is something important I must do. Something that can't be accomplished as a card."
Feeling a twitch in his left eye, Thomas took a moment to massage them while Caenis suppressed her laughter at the side. She wasn't sure what would go wrong, but, as it involved Thomas, she knew 'something' was bound to happen the moment he summoned a cute girl.
In an effort to salvage the situation, Thomas met the faux Artoria's gaze and said, "This won't be the last time you manifest. I'm only asking you to return to your card form temporarily..."
Shaking her head, the faux Artoria replied, "I cannot take that risk. While you do not appear to be lying, I can tell you are troubled by my presence. With most of my memories absent, I cannot trust your words alone..."
Pointing her sword at Thomas, the faux Artoria added, "As far as I know, you are the one that has suppressed or erased my memories. If I return to my card form, there is a possibility you might finish the job..."
Inserting herself between Thomas and the Artoria, Caenis's expression darkened as she said, "Lower your weapon before I take it from you and shove it up your ass..."
Furrowing her brows ever so slightly, the faux Artoria muttered, "How uncouth..." Despite this, she lowered her weapon, stating, "You can often determine the quality of one's character by the company they keep. I will not associate with brigands."
Seemingly finished with the conversation, the faux Artoria turned away and began to walk off. She had no destination in mind, but she was certain she would eventually reach her goal so long as she kept going. Something deep within her, so deep no form of enchantment or magical manipulation couldn't alter it, told her she had an important destiny to fulfill.
Seeing the faux Artoria walk off, Thomas was stuck between the thought of explaining the situation and simply letting her peter out on her own. As a Masterless Heroic Spirit, she had no way of replenishing Mana. It might take a few days, possibly even several weeks, but she would eventually revert to her card form.
Freeing Thomas from his thoughts, Caenis asked, "What are you waiting for? You know you'll feel like an ass if you don't at least try to help her. Besides, she might be a short stack, but she's pretty cute. If you become her Master, you may get to experience her Riding Skill directly."
Suppressing a sigh, Thomas shook his head and said, "That would set a dangerous precedent. It would be one thing if she were the actual Artoria, but this one is more like an empty shell. Just teaching her common sense would be a pain in the ass..."
Staring at the Command Spell on his hand, Thomas considered using it to order Artoria to exhaust her Mana. It would be a dick move, but he wasn't sure how else to address the situation. Having an amnesiac with a strong sense of justice on his side just screamed trouble...
Shaking his head, Thomas decided to let the faux Artoria roam around while he and Caenis finished dealing with Crocodile. He didn't trust himself enough to make the right decision, so he would let Illya, Chloe, and Ruby decide her fate. After all, they needed to assemble the Install Cards to save Miyu's world. If he arbitrarily manifested the Spirits within and started making promises, he would be making things infinitely more complicated than they needed to be...
Though it made him feel like a complete ass, just as Caenius said it would, Thomas adopted a serious expression as he said, "We'll let Illya, Chloe, and Ruby decide the fate of the Grade 7 Saber. Our priorities, at least for the time being, are dealing with Crocodile, ensuring Cobra's safety, and preventing the destruction of Alubarna..."
Crossing her arms, Caenis adopted a serious expression of her own as she asked, "Are you sure about this? You know what kind of person you are, Tom. You would be a hell of a lot happier doing as you please than constantly making concessions for others."
Shrugging his shoulders, Thomas replied, "I'm not the only option as far as Masters are concerned. Illya and Miyu have more than enough Mana to forge a contract."
"Yeah, at the expense of their overall reserves..." retorted Caenis. Then, with an annoyed look, she directed her gaze toward the faux Artoria and added, "If you're serious about washing your hands of her, you should let me kill her here and now. Leaving her alive will only complicate things and make you look like a hypocrite."
Confused, Thomas asked, "What do you mean...?"
Returning her gaze to Thomas, Caenis asserted, "Everyone thinks of you as the type of person that goes out of your way to help others, especially if they're attractive women. Passing the buck on this one contrasts the image you've built over the past few months. I honestly don't give a fuck, but I'd rather not see you beating yourself up before eventually giving in and deciding to help anyways."
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Understanding there was considerable truth to Caenis's words, Thomas fell silent and remained that way for several seconds. He hadn't gone out of his way to make people believe he was selfless, but it was a fact that many of the people closest to him viewed him that way. If he felt like he had disappointed them in some way, he would invariably backpedal to try and fix things...
Exhaling a tired sigh, Thomas briefly regretted not having something like Gamer's Mind to suppress or outright erase his emotions. If he had the mentality of Han Jihan or someone like Ainz Ooal Gown, his life would be a hell of a lot easier. Both cared about what others thought of them, but they didn't have to deal with the emotions such sentiments warranted...
Shaking such thoughts from his mind, Thomas directed his gaze to the now-distant silhouette of the faux Artoria before muttering, "Looks like I'm setting a dangerous precedent..."
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(A/N: Artoria's fate is too powerful...)

Sensing Thomas and Caenis rushing over, the faux Artoria turned around, gripping her sword in preparation for a fight.
Holding up his hands to show he didn't mean any harm, Thomas slowly approached the petite Knight King to say, "Roaming around here won't do you any good. This place is a Reality Marble, so you won't find what you're looking for here."
Though she kept her hands on the grip of her sword, the faux Artoria lowered it slightly to ask, "What's a Reality Marble...?"
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Exhaling a tired sigh, Thomas lowered his hands and replied, "It's very complicated. Once we're out of here, I'll have someone explain it to you. The most important things you need to know right now is that we're not your enemies and that you will dissipate if you don't form a contract with me, a girl named Illya, or a girl named Miyu. We're the only three people who possess Mana in this world..."
Raising her sword, the faux Artoria asked, "How is that possible? Mana is one of the fundamental building blocks of life. Do you think me a fool...?"
Shaking his head, Thomas replied, "I'm just stating the facts. Once Caenis and I have dealt with the person we came here to defeat, you'll be able to ascertain the truth for yourself. I'm not trying to force you into a contract or anything..."
Sensing no falsehoods in Thomas's words, the faux Artoria slowly lowered her blade. She still had her doubts, but Thomas and Caenis were her only sources of information. There was also the fact that if the former's claims turned out to be true, she would be doing herself a tremendous disservice by treating her potential Master with hostility.
"Very well," said the faux Artoria. Before Thomas could respond, however, she questioned, "You mentioned there is someone in this world you must defeat? How have they wronged you?"
Realizing he had overcome the first hurdle, Thomas exhaled a sigh of relief before adopting a serious expression as he briefly recounted the situation. By the time he was finished, a hint of emotion had manifested within the faux Artoria's gaze.
Holding up her sword like a Knight making a vow, the faux Artoria stated, "If what you've said is true, I will fight alongside you to ensure this tyrant is brought to justice."
Smiling wryly, Thomas replied, "I appreciate the sentiment, but we've all but won this fight already. If I weren't over here trying to explain things to you, we might have already captured Crocodile."
"I...see..." muttered the faux Artoria. Then, catching Thomas a little off guard, she averted her gaze, seemingly embarrassed. Thomas assumed she was, but it was difficult to tell since her expression hardly changed.
Throwing the faux Artoria a bone, Caenis said, "You can protect this idiot while I capture the Crocodile. He or she is bound to be desperate, so they might try to sneak attack Tom to secure a pyrrhic victory. As a Knight, you should be capable of protecting at least a single person, right?"
With a muted but resolute look on her face, Artoria nodded her head and replied, "I am able." in a firm tone.
Adopting a wolfish grin, Caenis remarked, "Good, because if you make a mistake, you'll be fucking over a metric fuckton of people. As unreliable as he might seem, a lot of selfish cunts are depending on Tom to unfuck their situation and achieve their dreams. If you get him killed, I will literally rip you limb from limb..."
Sensing the bloodlust exuding from Caenis, the faux Artoria instinctually gripped her sword. The former gave her a 'very' dangerous feeling, so she began having doubts about whether or not Thomas was someone worthy of her allegiance. Despite this, she maintained a look of conviction as she replied, "A proper Knight never reneges on their promise. So long as he is not revealed to be a villain, I will protect Sir Thomas without fail..."
Snorting through her nose, Caenis retorted, "Actions speak louder than words. Also, if you fuck this up, you can be sure that neither of the girls he mentioned previously will accept you as a Servant. They need Tom's help to restore their friend's world, so fucking him over is the same as condemning billions of people to die. Remember that."
Though she couldn't grasp the concept of 'billions' of people, the faux Artoria's expression became even more resolute as she looked toward Thomas. He wore a wry smile, but there was a hint of exasperation and concern in his gaze. The former was obviously in regard to the present situation, but the latter reflected uncertainty about the future.
Holding up her sword a second time, the faux Artoria pledged, "I swear by my name, Artoria Pendragon, and the Holy Sword, Caliburn, that I will not let any harm befall Sir Thomas under my watch. Should he fall before me, I will accept all due punishments without protest."
In response to Artoria's vow, a series of runes lit up along the length of her sword. At the same time, her Mana reserves noticeably decreased, a sure sign that a very powerful form of Magic had been invoked. If Chiron or Chloe had been present, they would have recognized it as a Geass, a self-imposed restriction that functioned as both a blessing and a curse...
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Once his reserves were exhausted, the Temple protecting Crocodile faded away, followed by him returning to his 'original' form. Immediately after, he sped off as fast as his sand could carry him, convinced that it was only a matter of time before Thomas's and Caenis's 'transformations' wore off.
Though Crocodile was fairly quick, capable of averaging hundreds of kilometers per hour over long distances and several times that in short bursts, the use of Nitocris's Noble Phantasm had left him exhausted. He couldn't even produce a sandstorm to conceal his location, so it only took a few minutes for Caenis to track him down, ahead of Thomas and Artoria.
Seeing Caenis by herself, Crocodile's already grim expression darkened further as he asked, "Why are you helping Alabasta? With your power, you could easily rule-"
Covering the distance between herself and Crocodile in an instant, Caenis gave the purple-haired man a punch in the face as she taunted, "You ain't sneaky, bitch."
As Crocodile was sent flying by Caenis's punch, the tendril of sand he had been snaking toward her through the ground was severed. Several of his teeth were knocked out, but he managed to retain his consciousness as he turned his body into a swirling vortex of sand, creating several blade-like protrusions that attempted to dice Caenis to pieces.
Completely ignoring the blades, Caenis charged through them, letting them break futilely against his skin as she grabbed Crocodile by the neck, negating his sand powers before slamming him into the ground. He tried to stab her in the neck with the gold-alloy hook on his left hand, but she ignored that as well, the tip bending against her flesh as she exclaimed, "Eat shit, you sand-swilling reptile...!"
With Crocodile unable to use his powers or break through her defenses, Caenis had free rein to slam him into the ground repeatedly, continuing even after he had gone limp. It was only once the whites of his eyes had shown that she stopped, allowing him to slump into the blood-filled crater their interaction had produced.
Spitting on the back of the man's head, Caenis mocked, "It's not as fun when you're the one who's powerless, is it? You're lucky my Master is a bleeding-heart buffoon. If it were up to me, I'd shove that hook up your ass and twist it until it came out your pisser."
Resisting the urge to do precisely that, Caenis gave Crocodile one final kick before picking up the two Install Cards that had popped out of his body halfway through her thrashing. She could have stopped then and there, but she still hadn't forgiven Crocodile for denying her the chance to face off against Hector. She could have Thomas transform into him, but it wouldn't be the same as she could never go all out against him.
Reverting to her casual wear, Caenis slipped the cards into the lining of her panties and shorts, intent on having Thomas pull them out once he arrived. Until then, she stood with her left foot on the back of Crocodile's back, preventing him from scattering into sand the moment he regained consciousness. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long, as Thomas still had the EMIYA Card equipped. It only granted him C-Rank Agility, but he was nearly as fast as Crocodile in his weakened state.
Seeing the condition of Crocodile, Artoria's expression revealed a hint of conflict. Thomas also produced a wry grimace, but he knew Crocodile had this coming to him, especially after pissing Caenis off.
Projecting two pairs of seastone manacles and a metal choker, Thomas placed them on the unconscious Crocodile before rising to his feet and declaring, "With this, Alabasta should be saved. I'm sure Crocodile had a contingency plan in place, but we should have bought enough time for the evacuation."
Turning to Caenis and Artoria, Thomas asked, "Are the two of you ready to return?"
Crossing her arms, Caenis asked, "Unless you want to go another round or ten, what reason could we possibly have to stay?"
Shaking his head, Thomas refused to comment and simply deactivated the Reality Marble. Doing so made the world appear as if it was collapsing in on them, causing Artoria to tense, but it didn't even take a full second before they were back in the real world, standing in the chamber where Crocodile had been waiting for them.
Though Benienma was the first to notice Thomas's return, Robin was the first to address him, musing, "It appears everything went smoothly. I was beginning to worry when a full hour had passed..."
While making his way over to where Cobra was receiving treatment, Thomas explained, "Crocodile made the mistake of trying to turtle up in the middle of the fight. We just had to run out the clock, and there wasn't much else he could do."
"I see..." muttered Robin. Then, after briefly exchanging glances with the faux Artoria, she returned her attention to Thomas and added, "The King isn't out of the woods just yet. Crocodile forced him to ingest a rare spider known as a Desert Strawberry. Several days have passed since then, so if he doesn't receive the antidote soon, there is a possibility he might die at any moment."
Furrowing his brows, Thomas turned to meet Robin's gaze, asking, "You don't have the antidote on you? I expected you to be more prepared..."
Returning a smile, Robin reached into her fur-lined coat to produce a vial of yellow liquid. Before handing it over, however, she questioned, "Are you sure you want to give it to him? You already have the heart of the Princess firmly within your grasp. If she becomes the reigning monarch, you could rule all of Alabasta from the shadows..."
Grimacing even further, Thomas remarked, "That isn't funny, Robin, even as a joke. Now, hand over the antidote..."
"Certainly," replied the raven-haired woman, proferring forth the antidote without further remark. She really was just joking, but she also wanted to see how Thomas would react. If he had paused to consider the merits of her suggestion, she would have disappeared the moment an opportunity presented itself. Now, so long as he made good on his promise to let her peruse Alubarna's Poneglyph, she would seriously consider joining either the Straw Hats or his burgeoning business enterprise...whichever seemed more interesting...
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(A/N: Caenis is a very vengeful person xD...)

Instead of the domineering man with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a thick neck, what emerged from the light produced by Crocodile's transformation was a tall, fairly attractive, and fierce-looking woman. This wasn't too surprising, as Thomas was well aware of the theory concerning Crocodile's gender, but her attire caught him completely by surprise...
In place of a formal outfit that made him look like a crime boss, Crocodile was wearing a scant white garb that could easily qualify as an expensive, high-fashion bikini. It exposed her arms, legs, abdomen, and much of her back. However, rather than focusing on her figure, Thomas focused on her Egyptian-themed accessories and the rabbit-like ears protruding from the top of her head...
As there weren't too many Egyptian Heroic Spirits, Thomas immediately recognized the card Crocodile had installed, muttering, "Nitocris..." in a low, severe tone.
While her obsidian-black staff, bearing the visage of Horus, hovered next to her, Crocodile took a moment to comb back her dark purple hair as she remarked, "As I suspected. You're no ordinary Install Card user. No one in this world should know the identity of Nitocris, yet you were able to-"
Interrupting Crocodile's monologue, Caenis charged forward with her spear in hand, shouting, "You talk too much...!" as she thrust forward to skewer the purple-haired Divine Spirit through the abdomen. Instead, just as before, her attack was stopped by a wall of sand, this time possessing a blackened quality.
While exuding arrogance from every pore of her being, Crocodile exhaled a slow kuahahaha-style laugh before asserting, "It's futile. While this form weakens me physically, it grants me the blessings of Mana and drastically strengthens my Logia abilities. And that's not all..."
Grabbing her staff, Crocodile tapped the end, resembling a tuning fork, against the ground. As she did, a circle of white light emanated from the point of contact, spreading several hundred meters before an Egyptian-style Temple emerged behind her.
Narrowing her eyes, Crocodile remarked, "As I suspected. While this place is isolated from the outside world, it grants no 'authority' to the user. Now, experience the wrath of a God...!"
Pointing her staff forward, Crocodile generated a tremendous volume of blackened sand to try and envelop both Caenis and Thomas like a wave. As the wave advanced, innumerable scarabs emerged from within, flying into the sky to cut off the aerial escape route.
Undaunted by the advancing wave, Caenis's eyes glowed red, a bestial cry emanating from her throat as she swung his spear with enough speed and strength to distort the space around it. Her attack created a large gap in the encroaching sand, but the moment she charged through it, a group of mummified soldiers blocked her path. They were individually weak, but even when she cut them down, they rapidly regenerated to try and swarm around her.
Though he was confident that Caenis would emerge the victor, especially in a war of attrition, Thomas raised his right hand, shouting, "Advance...!" as one of his Command Spells burned away. At the same time, a powerful pulse of Magical Energy erupted from Caenis's body, creating an opening that allowed her to charge toward Crocodile with murderous intent.
Speaking a language that caused Thomas to feel disoriented just hearing it, Crocodile generated what he recognized as the Eyes of Ra and Horus above her, shimmering with golden light. From the Eye of Ra, a laser-like beam of light shot out, intercepting and pushing Caenis away. The heat it produced caused the surrounding swords and terrain to immediately melt, but it also appeared to drain Crocodile's reserves immensely as she could only sustain it for a few seconds before stopping. Afterward, sweat could be seen covering her body as her chest heaved.
Seeing the veritable lake of magma her attack had produced, a smile developed across Crocodile's face as she asserted, "Nothing can oppose the power of the Sun..."
Directing her attention to Thomas, Crocodile was about to capture him with her sand when a nearly naked figure leaped from the pool of magma, shouting, "You're so fucking dead...!"
"Imposs-"
Before Crocodile could finish her befuddled utterance, Caenis punched through the barrier surrounding her body and landed a heavy blow on her face. Crocodile scattered immediately, leaving behind countless scarabs to try and drain Ceanis's vitality, but the latter simply ignored them as she charged forward like an enraged beast.
Taking to the sky, Crocodile reformed long enough to shout, "Just what are you!?" in an irate, disbelieving tone. She no longer had the memories and intuition of Hector, so Caenis's origin and abilities were completely unknown to her.
Grinning like a demon, Caenis replied, "I'm your worst fucking nightmare!" before leaping into the sky in pursuit of the panicking warlord.
Demonstrating the power of the Caster Class, Crocodile teleported away from Caenis, fleeing to the safety of her Temple. Her power was strongest
within, so she planned to lure Caenis and Thomas inside before turning it into their tomb.
"You fucking coward!" shouted Caenis, unable to sense where Crocodile had disappeared to. Her intuition, however, told her it was the massive Temple a few hundred meters away, prompting her to manifest her spear and charge toward it with the intent to level the entire complex.
As Caenis neared the Temple, the enormous statues depicting various Egyptian Gods came to life, swinging their colossal weapons to bar her passage. Their attacks were capable of fracturing the ground and causing explosions of dust and debris, but Caenis charged through them, quite literally leaping at one of the stone giants' chests and punching through it as a bloody aura began to surge from her body.
Leaping from her first victim's chest cavity, Caenis grabbed the head of a giant depicting the God Anubis, tearing off its head before hurling it like a meteor at the entrance to the Temple. A winged statue depicting the God Horus intercepted the meteor, blocking with its back and wings, but that left it open to Caenis's follow-up attack, the bronze-skinned woman landing on its back before tearing away its wings with a thunderous cry.
Before the Horus statue could try and dislodge Caenis from its back, the latter exhibited her remarkable flexibility by raising her right leg nearly 180 degrees, bringing her foot over her head. Then, with a speed that caused a black trail in its wake, she slammed her foot down on the statue's back, causing its entire upper body to explode into countless fragments.
"Weak, weak, weak...!" shouted Caenis, her eyes glowing crimson. She had yet to succumb to her EX-Ranked Madness Enhancement, but she was getting dangerously close, teetering over the edge of a murderous rampage. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was Thomas's presence. She refused to consider them close, but, if nothing else, she didn't want him dead...
Exhaling a cloud of steam, Caenis forced herself to calm down as she dealt with the remaining statues. Crocodile fleeing to the Temple actually worked in their favor, as, unlike them, the purple-haired woman had a time limit to her transformation. This duration decreased as she used powerful spells, so they really only needed to bide their time. Once her Install Card wore off, Crocodile's only options were surrender or death.
Confident in her assertions, Caenis broke through the encirclement of scarabs to find Thomas hovering high in the sky, shrouded by blue flames that burned anything that tried to get near him. When their gazes met, he immediately descended to the ground, allowing Caenis to charge over to his side, saying, "This bitch wants to play hide-and-seek? Let's see how long her patience lasts."
Without waiting for Thomas to respond, Caenis grabbed and tossed him over her shoulder before taking off like a rocket. The scarabs and black sand attempted to pursue them, but their speed was nothing compared to Caenis's. It only took her a few seconds to get out of their range, forcing Crocodile to come to them if she wanted to continue the battle.
In preparation for this inevitability, Caenis returned Thomas to his feet before saying, "Take off your pants," in a no-nonsense, almost threatening tone. She still had Mana to spare, but it was always better to have 'more' in a battle of attrition.
Understanding Caenis's intent, a wry smile developed across Thomas's face. Despite this, he only hesitated briefly before removing his belt and allowing his trousers to fall. The moment they did so, Caenis dropped to her knees, grabbing his temporarily flaccid cock and breathing life into it by drawing it into her mouth. With the amount of suction she produced, blood was literally forced into his shaft, making him painfully erect as she slowly retracted her lips.
As she had just emerged from a battle, Caenis was sopping wet when she removed her tattered black panties. Thus, after pushing Thomas over, she impaled herself atop his cock in a single go, a rare, throaty moan escaping her throat as she placed her hands on his chest, practically holding him down as she began moving her hips vigorously. Now wasn't the time for games, so she intended to make Thomas cum quickly and as many times as possible.
To escape the feeling of being one-sidedly assaulted, Thomas grabbed Ceanis's ass and began bucking his hips like a wild beast. The situation felt incredibly surreal, but he knew what he was getting himself into when he asked Caenis for assistance with Alabasta. After all, for her to manifest and sustain a raincloud capable of covering such a large island, he would need to 'replenish' her Mana every 2-3 hours, if not more frequently.
Spurred by Thomas's 'ferocity,' Caenis began tearing away the red and black fabric covering his body. In response, Thomas attempted to do the same with the remnant of her armor, but his Strength was nowhere near enough to perform such a feat. Fortunately, once she was done 'disrobing' him, Caenis allowed her armor and bodysuit to dissipate as she said, "You need to get stronger..."
Without waiting for Thomas's response, Caenis surprised him by leaning forward to kiss his lips. She rarely allowed him to kiss her, to the point he could count the number of times on a single hand, so he never expected her to be the one to kiss him. At the same time, she clamped down on his dick so hard that he felt like the suction of her pussy was trying to use his urethra as a straw to drain his balls.
Though he usually tried to endure for as long as possible, Thomas didn't hesitate to let out one of the thickest and most voluminous loads of his entire life. The moment he did so, Caenis's body shuddered violently, her lips parting from his to form a smile as she teased, "Looks like I'm not the only one who's excited by battle and bloodshed..."
Returning a smile of his own, Thomas gave Caenis a 'very' light smack on her bottom as he retorted, "As exciting as those things are, I only have a single thing on my mind right now..."
Understanding that Thomas was referring to her, Caenis's expression soured, accompanied by the sudden urge to punch him. Instead, she grabbed the sides of his face, stating, "You really know how to piss me off..." before leaning forward to seal his lips...
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Though she was unaware of what Thomas and Caenis were doing, Crocodile trembled with rage atop her Horus-themed throne. She had been planning to make the duo despair by luring them into her domain. Instead, they immediately ran off, undoubtedly with the intent to exhaust the remaining time of her Install Card.
Gritting her teeth loud enough to produce a crunching sound, Crocodile growled, "Those bastards...I swear, even if I fail today, I will eventually rise up and slaughter them both..."
Having formed her conviction, Crocodile rose from her throne before turning around and kneeling with her hands together. She still had one more card up her sleeve, but using it would exhaust both her stamina and the Mana within her Install Card. She was planning to save it for the very last moment, but now that Thomas and Caenis had 'run away,' she had no choice but to utilize her Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, Anpu Neb Ta Djeser...
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(A/N: There is a time and a place for everything. When you give no fucks, that time is anytime, and the place is anywhere...)

Chapter 85: Fate