A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!

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Overall, the exchange between Reginald and Asmodea revealed their differing attitudes towards their opponents and towards the violence of their fights. Asmodea showed some compassion and respect for her fallen enemy, while Reginald remained callous and focused on his own enjoyment of the fight.

Asmodea, the more seductive of the two fighters, stretched out her body and let out a languid yawn before resuming her stance. "The spirit of this sword, you shall no longer remain dormant. No longer," she intoned. "Awaken your genuine will to fight and you will achieve triumph!"

For centuries, swords and weapons of all kinds have been endowed with a mystical power that could only be unlocked by those who knew the secrets of the weapon or had battled with it for a long time.

The sword's power lay in its spirit, which was thought to be linked to the wielder's own spirit. Asmodea understood this, and she had spent many years honing her skills and developing a deep bond with her sword. She knew how to unlock its power and how to use it to her advantage in battle.

The power that weapons can bestow upon their wielders has been a subject of fascination for many throughout history. It was believed that these powers were influenced by various factors, such as the personality, experience, and intentions of the weapon's previous owners.

As for Asmodea and the Wallace Sword, the powers that the sword possessed were linked to the commander of Scottish rebellions in medieval Britain.

The sword had the reputation of giving its owner authority over mists, but Asmodea, who had only been with the sword for two years, had yet to unlock this particular ability.

Despite this, Asmodea refused to give up on the sword's potential. She spent countless hours trying to decipher the sword's enigmas and unlock its true power.

Through her unwavering dedication and perseverance, she was able to learn how to control the mists emanating from the sword to the fullest extent possible, despite her limited time with the weapon.

Asmodea was now able to summon mists on command, which gave her a unique advantage in battle. The mists provided cover, allowed her to disorient her enemies, and even served as a medium for her spells.

Asmodea knew that there was still much to learn about the Wallace Sword, but for now, she was content with the progress she had made in understanding and mastering its secrets.

"You got that right. Your weapon is pretty famous like you claimed. Let's DO THI-" Reginald was about to finish what he was about to say something to Asmodea about her weapon when suddenly he stopped talking.

Asmodea noticed the change in his behavior and followed his gaze. To her surprise, the blue monster that was fighting against Ruby had fallen to the ground, revealing Ruby's bloody and injured body.

Reginald was about to speak again, but Ruby interrupted him with a weak voice. "Shut uuuuup! You are such a pain in the neck," she said, using all her remaining strength to talk.

Asmodea's voice dripped with amusement as she looked down at Reginald's motionless form. "You had your fun, I suppose. But you really should have let me use my sword before you intervened," she remarked, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Ruby's condition had worsened considerably, her battered and bloody body wracked with pain. She knew that in order to recover, she needed to rest and recuperate as quickly as possible.

"I really need to sleep now. Can you please do that thing you do to put me into a deep sleep? I don't think I can hold on much longer without some rest," she pleaded with Asmodea.

Asmodea nodded in understanding, her expression softening slightly. "Of course, I'll perform the spell. Just hold on a little longer," she reassured Ruby.

With a few deft movements of her hands, she began to chant an incantation that would send Ruby into a deep sleep, slowing down all of her physical processes and allowing her body to focus on healing.

Ruby's eyes fluttered closed as the spell took effect, her breathing slowing down and her muscles relaxing.

The incantation she used was one of her own creation, and it had a significant impact on Ruby's physical state.

The charm had the power to put Ruby into a deep sleep that could last for an extended period of time, essentially slowing down her body's functions to an almost complete halt.

The spell was incredibly useful in Ruby's current situation as it would give her body the necessary time to recover from the numerous wounds she had sustained in her recent battle.

In combination with medical attention, the deep sleep would provide her body with the ideal environment for healing to take place.

Asmodea had mastered this technique over many years of practice and research into the mystical arts, and she knew that it was one of the most powerful spells she had ever created.

As she uttered the incantation, the energy from her body flowed into Ruby's, and a warm, comforting sensation washed over Ruby as she fell into a deep sleep.

"The moon may be down, the sun may be up," Asmodea repeated the incantation, her voice soft and soothing. "However, the time of your relaxation is coming," she added, her tone filled with hope and confidence that Ruby would recover from her wounds and come back stronger than ever before.

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