#bitch gets fuckin clapped by our favorite fuzzy goat-lion boy

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Chapter Eight: Vessel (Extra)

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Layla getting her shit ran:

Meanwhile (rather a couple minutes before now) at the Dalv mansion, the fight is concluding. Jackie and Asriel have successfully disarmed Layla; unfortunately it led to Jackie being shot several times with silver bullets. Heavily weakening him.

Layla is dodging around the area turning into mist and bats occasionally. She is slightly wounded by Asriel's fire, but still evading. “It’s funny how useless you two are. Both incapable of taking down an unarmed woman, pathetic.” She taunts.

Asriel roars in response. Jackie growls.

Layla laughs, turning to face Asriel. “So you want it that bad? Alright, eat this!” Layla charges at Asriel at top speed (like 120 meters per second), claws extended preparing to slash.

But suddenly as she gets close, Asriel grabs her by the face and slams her into the ground. On impact the stone ground is cracked heavily, Asriel creates a powerful explosion of fire, directly on her face from his hand. Layla screams. All of this doing immense damage to her. Asriel finally throws her against a wall.

Layla, heavily wounded lets out another yelp in pain.

Asriel charges her, summoning a bright red, magic saber in his hand and thrusting it into the right side of Layla's chest.

Layla once again screams in pain, finally speaking. “Stop! Stop! Please, stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Oh, NOW you’re sorry?” Asriel bites back. “No, you’re just saying that to save your own skin.” Asriel brings himself closer to her, making eye contact, giving her the most terrifying look imaginable. “Now, you’re going to give me a good explanation for your actions, if you don’t do that, well… I’ll just twist my sword ninety degrees so that it pierces your heart. You will also apologize to Chara personally, and if you don’t, I’ll just tell my father. I bet he’d love to meet the gal who attempted to murder his son.”

“Okay, okay, I understand, Mister Prince.” Layla says almost mockingly. “I’m sor-“

“Oh, no. You shouldn’t be calling me that name. You should address me as his highness Asriel fucking Dreemurr!” Asriel yells as he kicks Layla in the head hard enough that it cracks the stone wall behind her.

Jackie pulls himself up, and walks over to the two, looking at Layla. “Man, Layla- I knew you were dumb, but dear lord: insulting the man who’s mere centimeters from killing you? Who’s also happens to be the Prince. Really?”

Asriel looks to Jackie, chuckling. “Yeah, she’s about as intelligent as a bag of hammers, has the common sense of a box of nails, and the personality of a wood plank.” He looks back to Layla. “Now, that explanation…”