Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

"Athenia," answered the clone before Raven could partially take over. "You're gonna pray and still do nothing to improve your conditions?"

Ophelia nodded and began to pray. Moving closer to her, Raven lifted her face by the chin and looked deep into her teary eyes.

"She's not a giving goddess, not to those who do nothing but hope for a miracle at least," pulling her up to her feet, he whispered once more, his touch slowly plucking the hold her husband had on her mind. "Come with me and convince him to lay down his arms, and I'll spare him and give him a chance to repent."

Her eyes twinkled at the opportunity and she wasted no time to follow Raven to the gallery. Just a few steps away was her salvation, which would save her from a tyrant and spare him as well, but as twisted as it might've been, Raven had no plans to honor the deal. Instead, pulling her tormentor's love more and more, he was getting her ready for the next phase of his plan to distract the king.

And as it all happened–just a few minutes back, Linkle was still holding her hand up high, threatening not just Gara but everyone inside the coliseum with a slow burning death. But her threat only lasted so long as it was deemed by Raven.

"I'm still here, you fuck!" With another kick reinforced by reflexive darkness after just downing a potion, Raven managed to finally send Gara off balance. Wasting no time, he conjured a massive hammer made from the same flexible material.

Even reinforcing his body with tendons and muscles made of dark fiber, he brought it down against the centaur's body with as much strength as he could possibly muster.

Then as the centaur was laying against the ground, grinding his teeth as the force of the hammer got worse by the second, the cracking of his helmet struck fear of his mortality in his heart.

Leaping away quickly after the assault, Raven wasted not a second to down a mana potion and be ready for yet another strike. In the meantime, Linkle had already retreated her spell as she had no true intentions to burn everyone alive. As for the king, despite his armor's rattles echoing like a tolling bell, and his life flashing before his eyes, he decided it was best to scream out his frustration.

"YOU COWARD!!!" Growing more and more enraged, he slowly managed to pick himself up while the effects of the potion still took place in Raven's body. "I SAID NO TRICK! AND YOU USE YOUR COMPANIONS TO DISTRACT ME?!"

Bleeding from his eyes as the helmet began falling apart, Gara spread his arms wide and turned to his people with a roaring command.

"KILL THEM ALLLL!!!"

His words caused a ripple of uproar throughout his subject and they even began rushing towards the section where Raven's party was. However, then came the trigger Raven had been for, the snap of his fingers to turn the women of the clan into his cheering whores. For a spell, however, they simply stood blank–freaking out their husband, their loves, and even their sons.

"KILL HIM!" But then came a cheery accompanied by a ripe centaurian woman flashing her tits for Raven. "KILL THAT UGLY MONSTER!"

"WHAT?!" Were not just Gara's words, but of all men inside the coliseum.

"KILL HIM AND TAKE ME! I'LL BIRTH YOUR CHILDREN AND ABANDON MY HUSBAND!"

"FREEE US FROM THESE MONSTERS! TAKE US AND OUR DAUGHTERS! BUT PLEASE KILL THE MEN'S FIRST!"

The cheers only continued more and more and they grew louder by the second. Helga was left alight, Amedith felt slightly troubled but was comforted by Liliyana's arms, as for the rest of the girls, they joined in on the cheers to boost the morale of their man.

"SHUT UPPP! I'LL KILL YOU ALL ONCE I'M DONE WITH THIS SCUMMM!" Quite literally steaming in the head, Gara turned back to Raven seemingly ready to fling his club right at his body. "ANOTHER TRICK OF YOURS?! I'll MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!"

And while the king charged at his enemy, the soldiers, the husbands, the sons, and the lovers, all charged at their women as well, but not to strike them but to plug their mouths somehow.

"Heaven's arsenal!" Still chuckling at the moronic situation she was surrounded by, Helga activated one of her skills and pierced through the bellies of all men present with weapons of pure gold striking falling from the skies. Piercing them not just once, but until their bodies were in bits and pieces, she made a mockery of the dark armor that they loved to flaunt through the cities so much.

'Some angel will be mad I stole from their armor, but who cares when you have such a good show!' Not exactly sober, the Valkyrie leaned forward and continued to watch the battle with unfettered attention.

Like a charging bull, there was no longer a rythme or rhythm to Gara's movement. Taking advantage of those gaps, Raven conjured yet another string of wires around his legs and made the king fall face-first into the sand.

"Going for a nap, are we?" Stretching his arms and yawning while Gara struggled to get up, Raven mocked the king some more, before turning to look at the gallery instead.

There she was, Ophelia–the queen, standing beside a clone of his. Her eyes looked clear for the first time in ages, and yet they drooled lust just as her lips did.

"I guess, I'll take a break and let my shadow deal with you for now," changing places with the clones in the blink of an eye, Raven teleported his true body next to Ophelia while the clone stood in a fighting stance before Gara.

"A TRICK AGAIN?!" Far too gone in his anger, the maddened king began pulling on his hair, however, his fit only lasted a second as Raven's clone zoomed up close and blasted him with pure dark energy.

Not realizing that his head was no longer immune to magic since the helmet had shattered, Gara was blinded temporarily giving the clones just enough time to tangle his body in a web of dark wires.

"That's a gift from a girl who wanted to see your death with her own eyes but couldn't," and with that said, Raven kissed the former queen Ophelia and took her away from the king once and for all.