119 No One Offends Her

Anastasia blanched. Her stomach rolled on the inside and her chest tightened as air whooshed out. Bile rose in her throat and she got a sour taste in her mouth. Energy thrummed in her chest and her first thought was to kill Franco. 

"I suggest that we kill the bitch here and—" 

It was not even a second when Anastasia felt a gush of wind. Ileus had burst into shadows and in a fraction of a second he had attacked Franco. 

Blades of shades flew in his direction. There was a bellow, followed by cries and yelps of pain. The aspen tree on which Franco was leaning, creaked a little. Suddenly a lot of blood sprayed on the snow and everyone scurried away. Anastasia gaped at the sight she saw next. Ileus had used Franco's sword to impale him on the tree. He had pierced it right in his heart and ripped his limbs from the torso only to throw them at the feet of others.