CH-80 Twilight vs Dracula[2]

—Kaboom!

All the bystanders or fighters scoped the scenery, when in the nucleus, a ripped renegade femme slammed her footsicle, shaking the entire environmatic violizzy.

They all ceased the ruckus, gawking at the baddie with stunners, some amusers, and a few coldbloods thrizzing.

The renegade femme's threads gave assassin feminist vibes, a crimson masker for a pearl-toned skin situation.

"You the lodger or just an Eclipse shadow's members?" The dragon femme Hina narrowed her peepers, humanesque with a pearl-toned complexion, dual horns flanking her cranium, a rangy tail, flames color hair, and a bodacious frame.

"The name's Twilight!" Twilight dropped some badassery as she slowly straightened up from her knees.

She looked at the massive crowd with a smirk. "Those who defy my supremacy are better off marry by the cold clutches of death."

—Click!

With a snap of her fingers, the plastic assailants, numbering over two dozen, who dared challenge the fearsome Eclipse Shadow's members, were obliterated — vaporized without a lingering trace.

"At last, a worthy adversary." The battlemaster or owner of that puppets, a male whose eyes burned with the insatiable hunger for conflict, grinned wildly. He charged forth, swinging his massive blade towards Twilight's neck with destructive intent.

"You are but a fleeting disturbance," she sighed, her fingers effortlessly ensnaring the sword's steel before it could touch her flesh.

The shockwave from the deflected force virus through her surroundings, shaking the air itself.

"Impossible!" the warrior yelled, his shock palpable. Yet his disbelief played with him before the terrifying next movement.

"Pffh, you mangy mutt couldn't bite through a slice of bread," Twilight scoffed, her contempt dripping from tune like a dangerous venom.

[Flames of Hell!]

With a mere exertion of force upon the metallic blade, hellfire erupted from her palms, engulfing the steel. In a blink, the formidable weapon glowed crimson and liquefied — a molten fate unforeseen by the masses.

"Time for the judgment upon you, Little brat!" Unfazed by the gasps of shock, Twilight backpedaled with perfection.

A scorching cyclone of motion bit the bullet as she spun with blurring speed, her boot connecting squarely with the warrior's skull. His cranium detonated like an overripe melon, painting the earth with a gruesome deluge of viscera.

As the battlefield again plunged into chaos, the dreaded Dracula filled his uncontrollable wrath, reaping souls with each swipe of his nightmarish talons.

The dragon Hina and lion king Gist sprang into action, determined to thwart the vampire's rampage alongside the unlikely ally Lucy, whose newfound trust stemmed from recognizing the warriors fought to protect, not destroy.

"Be safe, continue your training in future. I won't save you ass every time." Twilight commanded Henry's group, who turned red with embarrassment, with a curt nod before stalking toward the two elven combatants locked in battle against her comrades.

Despite her imposing presence, the pair refused to wilt, tightening their white-knuckled grips on weapons.

Rather than blindly attacking, they adopted defensive stances—the male brandishing a wicked spear, the female knocking a lethal arrow.

"Don't dare approach, or we'll shoot!" they warned, though Twilight paid no heed, effortlessly weaving through the volley of missiles assaulted by the elven archer.

Initially, Twilight held no intent to slay, for the elven race was known as gentle kin.

But upon spotting the telltale markings that branded these two as convicted felons in the eyes of their court, her resolve hardened.

"Never did I expect to encounter criminal elf-scum in these lands." she spoke, her voice like tempered steel as she materialized behind the male, seizing him by the scruff.

"Instead of honorable protectors, I find depraved vermin."

"Unhand me, you filthy wretch!" the elf snarled as the gravity of his predicament dawned — his foes vanquished, himself ensnared by Twilight's vice-grip.

The female archer could only gape, stunned, before reflexively loosing an another arrow. With a disdainful sneer,

"Idiot fault!" Twilight utilized the writhing male as a meat shield.

"You...vile..." he choked out, crimson spittle spraying from his lips as the projectile buried itself in his chest.

"Hmph!" Twilight's sole concern, however, centered on preserving the experience points she'd claim upon his demise.

—Crack!

Without a shred of remorse, she twisted with a savage jerk, snapping his neck like a twig. A notification flashed, signaling her grisly deed as the elf's lifeless husk crumpled to the ground, limbs stilled.

"Just 7,000 more measly points until I ascend to the 7th stage." Twilight chuckled, fixing the grieving female with a wicked leer.

"You putrid bitch! I'll fucking flay you alive!" the elf howled, tears streaming as she again and again, over and over, attacked an arrow in a whirling fusillade targeting Twilight from each direction.

Arrows converged on Twilight from every angle - rear, zenith, forward, left and right. Her senses heightened, she perceived their lethal trajectories in visceral slow-motion.

A contemplative index finger tapped her chin as calculative eyes dissected the electrified, thunder-wreathed projectiles.

Notwithstanding their fearsome augmentations, she refused to shy from the challenge.

With a casual art, Twilight wove her fingers in an intricate spiral, as if cradling an invisible sphere.

[Transportation Hole!] In an instant, five obsidian singularities materialized, hungrily devouring each arrow the nanosecond it breached their event horizons.

"Time to die, elf scum." Twilight uttered, her voice laced with arctic disdain.

The miniature black holes redeployed, swallowed the hapless archer in a pentagram of guaranteed annihilation.

"What the… fuck!" The female froze, her mind unable to process the unfolding cataclysm as the singularities pummel their inescapable gravitational fury.

Relinquishing her bow, she could only gape as Twilight's pitiless grip constricted her throat, an arrow punching through the fragile flesh from shoulder to shoulder.

Had she not cultivated such unnatural fortitude, instant death would have embraced her.

Yet Twilight's merciless stranglehold tightened inexorably, unbothered by the elf's feeble convulsions.

"Any final requests?" she inquired with mocking insincerity.

"Die, you… slut!" the voice was weak, unexplainable, And The defiant archer summoned the dregs of her vitality to spit a globule of bile.

With a tilt, Twilight sidestepped the feeble projectile as her fingers clamped down, crushing the elf's trachea. The prey's struggles sputtered and faded, Twilight's lips curled in a sinister smile - the torrent of drained life force elevating her to the 7th realm.

"This is life… all that is left… this dracula guy!"