"You're the one who's going to die and then it will definitely be MY BELT!" Hra'Spyder shouted, his face almost returning to normal for a moment. He started to slide up Spade's chest to smother him with the Monster's Beef's bloated, hairy testicles.
Spade knew what was coming and managed to get his arms up, rapidly punching at the testicles like they were a speed bag until Hra'Spyder jumped off of Spade, hopping around and holding his crotch in pain. Scrambling to his feet, Spade gave Hra'Spyder a swift kick to the speed bag for good measure, dropping Hra'Spyder to his knees.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times to keep that damn Beef away from me!" Darkspade said, standing over Hra'Spyder. "And now look where you are. Despite all of your power and your threats, you're back on your knees in front of me, where you belong! No Angel to aide and defend you. No chainsaw to cut your way to safety. You could've had a great life. But your uncontrollable greed and insanity have led you to your final moments of life!"
Hra'Spyder glared up at Spade, still holding his crotch. Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "YOU! ARE! DEAD!"
Mouth now open wide, Hra'Spyder spewed black ooze at Spade's face. The Unholy One easily moved out of the way and gave Hra'Spyder a kick in the ass while he tried to stand back up, sending him stumbling over a pile of dead Vaolrixous. Hra'Spyder screamed in frustration and propelled himself off of the pile of corpses by rapidly jacking the Monster Beef, the hard stream of acid cum hosing the ground below him.
Spade quickly turned and ran from the rain of cum, not daring to look back, only hearing it splatter behind him, flooding the ground. In mid-air however, the Beef managed to force itself limp, cutting off the cum and causing Hra'Spyder to drop like a rock into his own cum. Spade finally stopped to look and watched Hra'Spyder rise from the cum swamp, licking the hot stickiness from his lips.
"You should stop running, old friend," Hra'Spyder said, remaining knee deep in the cum. "What you said before is true. I don't have Angel or my chainsaw here. Nor do I need them. What I have here is far greater than anything from my previous life! I am a god here! If you were wise, you would stop fighting me and join me!"
Spade had no time to think Hra'Spyder's offer over, not that he was planning to accept. Altimac finally reached them and aiming the Sword of Gilgamesh at the cum swamp, blasted it with a beam of light. The beam was powerful and sent the cum along with Hra'Spyder flying through the air. Spade ducked for cover as it all came crashing back down to the ground, Altimac not bothering, watching to see where Hra'Spyder would land.
When he did, Altimac launched another beam of light from the sword, striking Hra'Spyder directly. He rolled violently across the dirt, through his own cum, becoming wrapped up in it, stuck to it. He managed to stand, his arms pinned against his body at odd angles, trying to rip through the thick cum to free himself.
With Hra'Spyder almost defenseless, Altimac lunged forward and jammed the Sword of Gilgamesh as deep as he could into the Monster Beef's urethra. Hra'Spyder could only watch in horror as the sharp blade disappeared deeper and deeper into his Beef, not stopping until it reached the hilt.
Hra'Spyder howled in pain and tried to pull away. His struggles were futile. The sword was jammed deep and Altimac wasn't releasing the handle. Looking Altimac in the eye, Hra'Spyder's body began to convulse. He was holding his breath, like a child who wasn't getting his way, except there was more of a purpose.
Looking down, Altimac was surprised to see the Sword of Gilgamesh wiggling in his hand, slowly backing out of the Beef. He pushed all of his weight against the sword, trying to keep it in place, but somehow, Hra'Spyder was overpowering him.
Blood and cum began to ooze out around the Sword of Gilgamesh, forcing Altimac to finally release it. He jumped back, watching along with Darkspade as Hra'Spyder forced the sword out of the Monster Beef. His face was turning a deep shade of red, close to purple, and veins bulged on his face and neck. The Beef convulsed, its veins bulging as well due to the immense pressure building inside of it. Once the sword was free, the Beef would likely send out an explosion of acid cum like a shaken champagne bottle having its cork popped. It was a ticking time bomb, soon to blow up in their faces.
