naaapseattle Chapter 103: CRAZY
Chapter 103: CRAZY
Mira weaved through the battlefield like the executioner of death itself.
Blood painted the air wherever she passed, dyeing the air and earth in a crimson hue.
A member of the Crimson Fang lunged, his sword aimed at her neck with an accuracy that made her narrow her eyes.
But she did not lose focus.
Her body dipped beneath the attack, letting it slice through the air above her head.
Before the person could withdraw, she drove forward, her dagger leading as it pierced through his chest. It met a minor restriction, but not for long. The blade pushed further, into his heart.
Blood spluttered to the floor but Mira had left, her body a flicker of blue.
Soon after she left, an arrow pierced the ground she had stood on.
The person who had shot it looked at her.
"Perceptive," she said, almost applauding Mira.
Mira did not care; her body burst forward, almost too fast for her to control herself.
But that was just what anyone who saw her would think.
She appeared before the attacker, dagger already in motion.
A streak of silver that suddenly gained a blue sheen as it neared the attacker’s neck.
The attacker backflipped, landing on her right toe before finally easing her body.
"Why the rush?" she asked Mira with a slight smile.
Mira looked up from the lady’s previous location, then fixated her eyes on her.
She pulled her dagger up, holding it just before her face in a reverse grasp.
"I guess you don’t talk that much," the lady said with a smile.
Then, the air around her changed.
"We will save the pleasantries for later."
Mira nodded, pushing one foot back as aether flowed into the leg.
It was visible on the outside, creating arcs of pure blue around her leg and the ground she stood on.
The lady pulled an arrow from her quiver and nocked it.
Mira breathed out.
Then she shot forward, like a bullet.
Aether spread through her body, creating a hull-like image above her head.
The lady fired the bow with force that made the earth and stones beneath her shatter.
Mira stepped sideways, letting the arrow miss her by a breath.
She reached the lady almost instantly, dagger drawing a beautiful arc towards her neck.
The lady remained calm as the dagger neared.
Mira’s body moved on instinct, abandoning her prey as she twisted to the side.
The sound of flesh tearing split through the air.
The arrow Mira had dodged pierced through her shoulder, soaking her cloth in blood.
Mira looked at her side, at the arrowhead pushing through from behind to the front of her shoulder.
Her eyes flickered with surprise as she looked back at the attacker.
The attacker did not wait; her hand flashed backward, removing an arrow.
She drove it forward, at Mira’s chest.
Mira bent, the arrow narrowly missing her with a sharp ring.
She rolled backwards, creating enough gap.
It gave the lady an advantage but it also bought her time to heal her wound.
Her aether began to pour into the wound, slowing the bleeding.
The attacker was not going to sit around and let Mira heal fully.
She drew from her quiver and nocked three arrows on her bow.
Aether enveloped all of them in a burst as she let them loose.
They flew through the air, coloring it blue as they shot towards Mira.
Mira was ready.
She did not make the same mistake as before.
She swung her dagger in a clean stroke, coating it with aether in the same breath.
A metallic chime spread through the area as the dagger sliced through the first arrow.
The arrow fell to the floor in two clean halves.
Mira did not bother to look.
The dagger moved again, slashing horizontally.
Sparks flew as the dagger split the arrow from top to base.
Her other hand shot out, catching the last arrow before it could connect.
She looked at the attacker with a cold gaze, then applied force to her palm, snapping the arrow in half.
The lady looked at Mira with a cold, cruel smile.
"Let’s see how long you would last," she said, already pulling her bow to attack.
Mira smiled.
It was a subtle one, something she had almost never done.
Her aether surged outward again.
A memory played in her mind, the exact same words piercing through the depths of her mind.
Then she moved.
Not in a flashy way.
The movement barely stirred the air.
In fact, the only thing that changed in the environment was her.
She was no longer in that position.
The lady’s senses screamed danger.
But she found nothing.
Her head whipped in every direction — left, up, right, down, all of it.
She saw nothing.
"If you ever get a chance, never say that word again."
The words suddenly came.
Not from behind or any open place.
A blade pierced through her heart from the front as Mira appeared there.
She drove the blade further, her eyes as cold as ice.
The lady’s eyes were open wide, blood flowing from the side of her mouth as she looked at Mira.
Her hand moved slowly and weakly, swinging her bow with the only strength she could muster.
Mira caught the bow with her free hand, yanking it out of the lady’s hand.
She swung it down, pulling her dagger out of the heart simultaneously as the bow smashed against the attacker’s head.
Blood spluttered as brain matter flew.
The lady fell to the floor with a loud thud that raised dust.
Mira did not spare the lady a glance; she sidestepped, dodging a thrust at her head.
She moved without hurry, each step slow but visibly more dangerous than normal.
As the attacker pulled his rapier back, Mira moved in tandem, her hand following just beneath the arm to pierce through the attacker’s head.
Mira continued moving, not troubled by the attackers.
She went through an infinite loop of dodging and killing.
No wasted movements, no extra flourishes.
Just the brutal precision of an assassin.
A thought crossed her mind.
Where is Billie? she wondered.
The slaughter continued, the sun already dipping below the horizon.
"Where are they?" Billie wondered as she ran through the penthouse area.
She had been looking for Silas and Lilura since she dropped from the ceiling, but she had found no trace of them.
She would have gone to Lilura’s room but the entire building was locked.
Then, she heard a sound.
Not the calm sound one would expect from such a serene environment.
It was a violent one, something that shook the earth around her like an earthquake.
She was about to run there when a spear pierced the earth before her.
"She can’t afford any distraction now; your enemy is me."
She heard that voice come from above.
Billie looked up at the person who had spoken.
Before the person landed, her body lunged, her hand flaring with aether that made the air explode just from the overwhelming force it emitted.
Her senses seemed to dull at that moment as she activated her skill.
After all, she could not afford to hold back against a marshal rank cultivator.
The person who had just made an entrance was stunned by the punch that flew into his head.
His neck snapped backward from the impact.
Billie did not care.
Something as useless as care did not exist in her mind at this moment.
Her leg moved, following her punch in tandem, smashing hard against the man’s chest.
His body shuddered for just a breath before it gave out, pummelling into the earth beneath him.
The earth caved in, fissures spreading outward from that point in a ripple that sent everything around them flying.
Billie yanked the spear out of the earth, her aether flooding it as she thrust downward with enough force to suck all the oxygen around the spear.
Mere inches away, the cultivator rolled.
It was not enough.
The spear pierced through the earth.
Billie did not wait for it to make full impact; she pulled it out of the earth and pierced at the attacker’s new position.
The attacker rolled again.
Everything happened in a blink.
So fast that the impact of the previous attack had still not come.
As the cultivator rolled to the side, the earth beneath him quaked wildly.
Then, a crack.
It ripped through the earth, creating a massive ravine that threatened to swallow the attacker.
In that split second, his body moved before his brain could follow, launching into the sky before Billie’s spear or the trench could swallow him.
He looked down at Billie from the sky.
His heart was thumping heavily.
Not from tiredness.
No, he was far from that.
It was fear — pure and unbridled — one that came from the shock of seeing your life flash before your eyes.
Billie stared back, her eyes glowing with a red light.
"She’s crazy."
Those were the only words the attacker could use to describe Billie.
But he had no choice; he had to fight, regardless of death.