115: One Versus Six
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” the fox girl screamed and collapsed to the ground. She bawled and covered her ears with her as if that would help shut out the knowledge of what fate fell on her parents.
Beatrice had a rising urge to widen the mohawk man’s grin from ear to ear just for the fact that he said those heinous atrocities with such glee. But the succubus was not the only one whose blood reached a boiling point.
“You know… I’m really glad you guys showed up,” Olivia hissed in a low, trembling voice. She kept her head down, her eyes were hidden in the shadow of her hair while her fists were clenched with iron resolve.
“You shouldn’t be,” the brute said with a smirk as he rested his spear on his shoulder. “I have no intention of sticking my cock in flat-chested idiots. Though… If you kill the other two and hand over the girl, I will be merciful.”
“Recently I’ve been learning to deal with my pent-up feelings,” Olivia continued, completely ignoring what the smirking brute said. “That I shouldn’t suppress them… That I should be true to myself… You’ll do just fine as outlets for my pent-up frustrations!”
Olivia jumped over the fox girl and dashed straight ahead—one versus the six men.
“Die then!” the leader of the Purple Capes screamed and got into a combat stance, pointing the tip of his spear at the quickly approaching ninja girl.
“She really thinks she can take them all on?” Ember smirked.
Beatrice wondered the same thing. Either Olivia thought she was strong enough to deal with this threat or she just foolishly threw her life away in a fit of rage. In either scenario, Olivia made her choice to fight alone. I hope you know what you’re doing, Beatrice thought as she watched Olivia’s back.
As Olivia approached the men, she threw a kunai at the youngest of the Purple Capes—the man with the spikey green hair, the only one who had a ranged weapon. The archer shifted his weight and leaned away from the kunai that would’ve otherwise pierced his neck. For his reply, he released his arrow straight at Olivia’s head, but the ninja girl dodged the arrow with equally little effort. As she did so, she got a small round sphere out of her weapon pouch and threw it against the ground where the Purple Capes stood. The sphere exploded, releasing a cloud of smoke into which Olivia disappeared along with five out of the six men.
The leader of the Purple Capes instantly leaped backward out of the smoke cloud.
“Stupid!” he cursed. “Everyone, just fall back!”
Per his orders, the remaining four Purple Capes ran out of the smoke cloud one by one, coughing and gasping for air.
“Cough-Toxins!” the mohawk guy gasped with closed, watery eyes as he waved his hand in front of his face to clear the air faster. It didn’t help as he already breathed some of the smoke in, and he leaned on his knees, coughing roughly like a sickly man.
“Moron! Back in formation!” the leader commanded.
Just as the last of the four men appeared out of the smoke, Olivia leaped out of the dissipating smoke cloud with a kunai in each hand, charging straight at the leader of the Purple Capes.
“Idiot!” the man shouted and with a swift thrust impaled Olivia through her chest.
“Ghuh!” Olivia gasped and coughed up a massive amount of blood as the spear pierced her lung.
“ARGH!” The man moved forward, completely stopping Olivia’s momentum, pushing her back. Holding his spear, he then jumped into the air and pushed Olivia to the ground, pinning her and driving the spear deeper through her bleeding body.
“What were you thinking?” the leader asked as he stood over Olivia, surprised by the sheer foolishness of the young warrior.
The convulsing ninja girl tried to answer but choked and coughed out more blood that poured out of her mouth. She could not even muster the straight to raise her arms that laid spread out above her head. The tip of the spear was wide enough to completely destroy her left lung and a good portion of her ribcage, which further damaged her internal organs and caused massive internal and external bleeding.
“Brutal!” Tabitha exclaimed with excitement. She acted as if she was watching a gladiatorial fight rather than as if she just saw her comrade get skewered.
Ember sighed and shook her head.