Stabbed

In that instant, Polnareff was yanked towards Phane with his spatial-reconfiguration power. Silver Chariot appeared, and thrust several quick jabs in the foe's direction. "Hora hora hora hora hora hora hora hora hora hora hora hora!"

Phane was riddled with rapier-inflicted pockmarks. He covered his eyes with his arm, but there were still plenty of exposed and sensitive places. Mouth, nose, ears, neck, elbows, stomach. He found himself being pushed back, unable to halt the sword without getting hurt even worse, unable to even follow the speed of the blows. Soon, he found his back against... a wall? Something was poking his back. It was hard, and about the size of a softball. It felt strangely springy, like a mattress. He didn't realize what was happening until Panty yelled from behind him.

"Repent, motherfucker!", she shouted, as she pulled the trigger on the machine gun. Phane's body was completely perforated. Fortunately, Polnareff's speed allowed him to deflect the bullets that flew in his direction. Eventually, the young Phane was reduced to nothing but glowing ash.

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Round 7a, Season 6, Cleverly_Clearly