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C-3 huffed, as Charlotte left; she didn't care if she was angry. The stupid she-demon was always so up her own rump, she couldn't be bothered to concern herself. Whatever the Demon Lord's daughter intended to do was her business, and hers alone. Besides, if she couldn't see why she was bothered, then she didn't deserve to have it explained to her by the source. As such, C-3 turned and headed off.. catching wind of some serious explosions.

Curious, she hurried to the source of it all; just catching the small Chimera melt into a purple puddle, and reform into a Refined Human Form. "[color=chocolate]Such control...[/color]" she says, enviously, before really looking, "[color=chocolate]Wait... That color... An Amethyst Slime!? This is the worst![/color]"
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Tamara hummed, spiritedly, as Charlotte marched over. Her muscles were already bulking up in response. God's, it did feel good; that cloying hatred, that choking malice; it was such a turn-on, and Charlotte wasn't charging a dime. Even better, she meant it. Tamara wasn't an idiot. A knock-down drag-out between herself and Charlotte could go for days and nights; her stamina reaching the depth of a demon on par with Charlotte -- as if she was born to antagonize the girl.

Honestly, that's all she wanted to do: antagonize the unflappable daughter of the undefeatable Demon Lord. It was a fun little pastime, in the master plan of [b]BREAKING[/b] her heart and soul. Sure, Tamara was a Paladin, but she was a Dark Paladin, and didn't have to play by all the rules so strictly. As such, so freed, she sought to cull the wonderful, little Dragon-named Slime to her side, and destroy the world of the infinitely confident world of the one that stood by her side.

"[color=pink]Five minutes,[/color]" Tamara says, holding up five fingers, "[i][b][color=pink]I got you[/color] [color=deeppink]for five minutes[/color] [color=red]of playtime...[/color][/b][/i]"
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Regalia flew into the air, weighing so very little, and smacked into the ground with a sickening thump. For a moment, she twitched and writhed, before her breathing and self stilled.

However, under Ariette's sudden application of healing, Regalia's flesh, fur, and scales turned a poisonous shade of purple, and her body sloughed into a pool -- a massive chaotic surge of energy crackled around the pool, suddenly, and a hand burst free of it. It was the same technique that C-3 used to go from Slime to Human, whenever she emerged from her lute bed.

Slamming into the ground, the hand dragged forward the entirety of a lithe body; the purple slime took on skin tones, hair color, the solid mass of twin horns, sharp fangs, and clothing. Eyes opening, Regalia sniffled and groaned, and seemed on the edge of emotional collapse; tears of irritation streaming down her cheeks, as she glared at Mallory. Behind her, a snake rose and hissed; her tail didn’t seem as sentient, however.

“[color=slateblue][i]Grrr... Nnn...[/i][/color]” [url=https://i.imgur.com/urB3Yyj.png]Regalia[/url] growled, as she rubbed her belly with a heavily-gloved hand; the mitt was thick, and probably existed to hide and/or protect her growing claws. “[color=slateblue][i]Grrr.... Rrrr... Rrrr... Nrrrr... RAAAHHH!!![/i][/color]” Regalia suddenly screamed, as tears streamed down her face. Suddenly, she whipped her tail forward; the snake’s eyes glowing, and its mouth opened wide, as her goat horns started glowing. “[color=slateblue][i]Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah![/i][/color]” Regalia repeatedly screamed, each cry punctuated by a bolt of lightning cannon-fired from the snake's mouth.

Each bolt dead-aimed for Mallory.
 
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