CHAPTER 15 — Coral eye

Lanky is on the way. Leader has his whole attention engrossed on Maeve. She is the bigger trouble he is worried about. But also appease seems like he had something that might help him to deal with these freaks.

"How pity your toys can't save you now" Maeve gasped having already read the expressions of terror engraved on his face. She seems a bit more confident, and why not after all he only have a few buds left. The pals that have guns but no ammo, a Church without candles useless on the notch. "No place to run either"

His eyes grimaced at her but the guy won't utter a word,

"Ah! It hurts—Uaah" Lanky in the air, scorns at Gavin.

"Huh!" Eyes ditched away though vague in thoughts, rolled to the site from where the voice come. It's already late, the moment he shifted. Lanky was just a cemi ahead literally a crashing call.

The sight make eyes more beady quite opposite as it had to grew wide. The rear view of lanky is in front, before he will crash Beretta swirl his sinister hand, the palm thwacked his back. Abruptly he ceases, the legs still in air. Hanging quite high from ground. But he hold there and looking to the man it was a child play, he won't constrain his palm. Not even a little.

Gavin swallowed hard, 'How did he prevent the crash, without even applying a bit of a pressure. This guy, I have a bad feeling' He is keenly observing, much like seeking conclusion for the theories that he perceived. His(Beretta) hand gently place lanky on the grassy land. After that his head steered up slowly, the face is expressionless witnessing the bra girl but his teeth clenched much like it squash his own cheeks, bulged out soon. 'My instincts were howling'  

This makes goons exhilarated, Lanky also in stance. He was bit more excited than the rest. Bit appropriate, as they slay down his pal obviously foreseeing the death of them won't dwell tears in his eyes. "Women are foolish creatures, Always mistook a victory of phase as the entire war" Said it in serene tone. Wipe off his face with the elbow, he wore a black torn T—shirt whose sleeves were folded. "When realize it, the time's already up" Slender fingers tickling the diagonal fringe of the sharp weapon.

"Foolish" Murmured she. But Beretta's look is surging panic for her. On top of that this guy(Lanky) announces a delusionary fact which most people perceive as a mere gender offense. "Maybe. But that won't save you. You, your boss and these little hoodlums will pay for the dread of their atrocities"

"So now you punish us." One in golden beard replied. Squinted eyes locked on her. Stagnant hands armed with AK-47 but ammos were missing. A long range deadly weapon turned into a close range baseball bat. "You are powerful but not enough to stand against"

Others were awestruck as he get slashed. His body peeled, the wounds were deep but definitely not of the sword or daggers surely something else. After 5 seconds of their witnessing they too have slayed. They all have thrashed chest and the aim was surely the heart. The one who attempted it pretty sure his aim is to murder.

Only the lanky and Beretta were left. The spear like wounds give the fair indication Noel's the one behind it. The edge of it is soaking, in a red liquid. She slayed many her spear is drenching in the blood the pool lay beneath is much more dreadful than her weapon. Even her armor have few stains of it. Treads back from the site she coarse bloody couple of minutes ago.

"Maeve now you can fight" Diligent smile closed eyes gentle precisely. "It's a fair fight now" Mellowed she. Right hand flutters at her(Maeve).

Mr. Martin is shivering though Beretta already fret him but the fretting way is more usual and less terrific. It's like you can at least expect a 50% chance of survival. And here, there's no way fearsome attacks and blasts quashed humans like mosquitoes. He's fidgety. 

Rest of four alongside Mr. Martin, Trent is far left adjacent to Jason, before Jason there's Gavin two steps behind from the line, Willow at right she is two steps forward one step East from Noel.

They are whammy, capacious eyeballs lump out of their eyelids scrutinizing over her. She is by well aware of it though yet pretends like she haven't seen it.

"A—re y—yo—u mad? "  Stammered he(Trent) gulping his throat oddly seem like the mass murder act pissed him off. He think it's unnecessary besides they have to capture them not kill.

"Why you scolding me. We are here to help haven't we"

"Yes we are. But it won't have any concept of killing. He hired us to save his city not for" Serenely beholding over the dead bodies The brutality is severe it's grudging intentional. "Mass murder" Bellowed he.

"Deaths are necessary" Sighed She. Knowing well those three words aren't enough to convince them. "When you are dealing with someone who won't understand words. Kick is the only language you can count in" Added grimaced to the core. Because she believe it's a just thing and in real it is. Those goons aren't someone you capture, hand over to the kingdom. Cause the day they broke free they continue to terrify others, and here Trams is on the gamble. So it's not wise to leave them alive.

"I agreed. Goons are assholes and these ones were" Trent's cheek muscles whit taut at the one whose whole chest shoulders and all were brutally slashed the blue straw hat  help him realize. He was the same guy who taunts Maeve and triggered this bloody pool of death Noel created. "Well fraudulent wankers. Never mind that" He rerouted from the view like he won't care at all and in real he's the first to be flabbergasted. "Good job Noe" Applauded her deed with whistles and claps. Much like she won a medal, done something prideful.

"Ah-haha you are embarrassing me Trent" Coy smiled the armor lady.

This only makes Beretta more angry it's like oil on fire. And the glorious guy stood besides him, won't deserves a mention. He's a mere lanky have no chance of winning and he knows it well. After witnessing that spear deaths it's like an obvious fact to him. His hands quavers, the dagger he holds is about to fell. "Boss what now? " Stammered he. Eyed his already grimaced boss whose hazel black eye yet blazing over her.

"You said there's no place to run" Serene as before. Left hand inscribed over the tied eyepatch. Brows were frowned. "Very well then a bad news for you" Teeth clenched, fingers and thumb get arched juddering, vigorously clasps out the silver eyepatch. Revealing a glisten coral eyeball. "Gird your loins cause factual battle is about to break" Coral eye twitch at her, the guy's horridly cold.  

'That eye. Why it looks so familiar' Jason's head steering, Brain looms up to recollect the essence of pieces so it can project the real incident but won't find anything he dilute all info's his brain had stored but nothing comes up. 'Never encountered. But then why it generates an impulse disgust, hunch of destructive rage is flowing in my body. Blood is screaming'

"Hey! Jason you are gob smacked" Trent in sardonic humor. He did it to tease Jason he expect his anger or yelling at least a jokey humiliation. However he won't react not even a small abusive word which is not a normal reaction from him. If he was normal he might yelled, mock or at least said something that shuts. 'His whole focus is dedicated to that coral eye of Beretta. Teeth were pressing strong indication of the anger but that's not all his eyes also have a glint of fear. It's a balanced expression rage in terror is perfect to describe this one'

"Orange—pink taint eye. You think enough to suppress me? "

"Never know till we put it on test" Bobs his head gaze up to the taint cloudy sky. Beretta inhales a deep breathe. "Get ready to die"

Maeve sprints her both hands were glowing, brick red aura embed around her palms. She continue to sprint, dashes in to strike the blow on his chest. Suddenly he blocks it by mere fist. Without applying any mana not even his eye powers.

"Your glowing fists isn't going to help" He pushed her back the force is tremendous. She jerked 6feet away and that was a normal push. Surprisingly not a basic attack either. "Scared Baby" Heinous grin engraved on his face looks more satisfying as he is enjoying the feeling of disgrace mounts on Maeve. Though helpless, yet grudging. Something similar to what he bear when she thrashed down his men.

"Baby" She churned her teeth, spits hard on the ground. "Say it to your mother"

"I will but the fact is she won't deserve that word" Grieved he. A tear dwell down from his coral eye. "Shrew—Bitch is how I justify my mother"