327: Retaliation

The enforcers were frozen in shock at the sudden demise of their heroic foe and the way she was killed. One enforcer was particularly relieved because the scarf that tied itself around his neck and was about to snap his life instantly lost all form and power when its owner died. The enforcer tore the scarf off and threw the light piece of cloth as far away as he could, which was not very far.

“Brutal animal!!” Uma screamed as bright light shot out in a wide arch of her back and stomach, blinding the enforcers behind her and in front of her, except for one who stood in Number Seven’s shadow. Out of the light in Uma’s back the majestic, feathered wings of a bald eagle appeared once more.

“Please,” Number Seven smirked as he turned around to Uma with his enormous Cleaver raised above his head, held up with a single arm. Without saying another word, Number Seven smile widened as he swung down on Uma’s head before the eagle even fully emerged.

“Abraham!” Uma shouted and out of the light in front of her a massive, thick, hairy, horned head of a bison appeared, followed by the rest of the bison—taller than the summoner herself—a mass of hair and muscle named ‘Abraham’ charged Number Seven and rammed its head into his abdomen.

“GHUEHK!” Number Seven’s attack was instantly thwarted as his body made a C shape around the bison’s head before getting hurled back through the air, catching an enforcer who did not even see what was happening before Number Seven’s body slammed into him and sent them both flying back.

The bison huffed and knocked its hooves against the rocks before quickly turning to the remaining horrified enforcers and launched into another charge with its tail raised.

“UAAAAAA~” the men screamed in horror as they pointed their spears against the bison. Two of the enforcers threw their spears at the bison desperate to keep the animal at bay. One enforcer somehow managed to miss the giant animal at such a close range and pissed himself from fear. The other enforcer scored a hit with his spear but failed to penetrate deep through it’s strong hide and muscles. Both terrified men forgot that their spears were never meant for throwing, nor were they practiced in throwing the spears, so their attacks had little hope of success.

And with the attacks failed Abraham mowed down two more enforcers while the spear lodged in its side fell out.

“Idiots! Kill the summoner!” one of the masked enforcers screamed as he lunged at Uma hoping to skewer her before he suffered a similar fate. But that enforcer suddenly lost sight of Uma, his vision turning red and painful.

“AAAAAAAA!!!” the enforcer screamed in agony and fell to the ground while a bald eagle tore his face apart with its long, curved talons.

Rather than try attacking the summoner and face the wrath of Abraham, the remaining three enforcers turned to flee for their lives in different directions. Not like any of them could possibly dream of outrunning a charging bison unless they had a history of victories in races against horses.

Throughout the fight, Uma did not move a single step. The skirt of her white and blue uniform barely flickered when Abraham sprinted past her, chasing down the remaining enforcers. Abraham only let a single man escape who had run too far in an opposite direction from the others, screaming and crying all the way home.

And while Abraham returned to Uma, the fleeing, crying, pissing-his-pants enforcer made it to the path off the arena before he felt sharp hooks sink into his neck and nape. The eagle tore chunks of flesh out of the crying enforcer, causing him to stumble and fall into the abyss below.

“Not bad, not bad,” Uma heard a familiar male voice approach behind her. The gory-haired girl turned around and saw Number Seven, not only alive, but slowly approach her as if he was not just rammed by a six-foot-high, two-thousand-pound animal with a force that should have turned his organs to mush. The only sign of the previous attack was a red and blue bruise across his gigantic, shredded sixpack.

“Washington!” Uma called out and lifted her arm. Seconds later her eagle returned to her and landed on her forearm. Not only did the eagle’s talons not sink into Uma’s flesh deep enough to even prick her skin, but Uma seemed unfazed by the weight of the bird, as if it was as light as a feather.

Number Seven stopped some thirty feet from Uma, right where Number Seventeen’s corpse remained, and put his bloodied ‘Cleaver’ against the reddish puddle at his feet.