Hornet's Nest

I let go of Alana, and turned with her, taking her over to where the boys were waiting.

"Tim, watch them and don't let anyone hurt them. In fact, I want you to go back and send the girls down here, NOW!" I hissed.

I could see one of the big men going to grab at the merchant's wife. I couldn't waste my boost, so I burned red, and eosinophil, bursting forward between the group.

I targeted the one that was reaching forward to grab the merchant's wife, but I located the red spots. I slipped between them and burned platelets to make a red steel gauntlet grow over my fist as I drove it into the backside of his jaw.

The man went limp as he hit the ground, and the entire market went silent. Everyone froze, including the members of the Ground Pounders Guild.

"Let him go and leave, or I will finish the job," I said coldly, staring at the large man holding the merchant.

The woman was behind me, and the other was not getting back up. Then, the biggest, and sweatiest of the group stepped forward.

His fingers were covered in golden rings and they were more pierced in his ears. This would be Granvel, Leader of this extinct guild.

I decided at that moment that I would make an example of these few remaining. This was going to show that not all of us were cut from the same cloth and that some of us wanted real change.

"Kill him, and then get that bitch…"

Time slowed to a near crawl as I burned basophil and then dashed over. I pulled the merchant from the man's grip after I quickly broke all fingers on the man.

I moved him and his wife around the corner with their cart, but I did take two meat skewers. I pulled out coins as time was catching back up.

"AHHHHHH!!" Came the scream on the man whose fingers I had broken from around the corner.

"Here! get outta here," I said to the man and his wife, handing him the coins and pushing them on.

"We did that fucking bitch go? Find her! NOW!" Granvel roared.

"Bless/Sselb," I said quietly, opening myself up to the flame.

I burned much more platelets, covering me in red plate armor, from head to toe. I reached out to the sides and poured out the white flame as the sun crested the hill.

Two double-headed short broad axes formed in my hand, and suddenly I knew what Kal had been talking about. I was alone so I could play an off-tank and go barbarian berserker, but I would have to get them out of the city.

If I hurt people in the process of doing this then I was just traded one problem from another.

I burst forward as one of the men turned the corner. I cut him in half, burning every drop of my reserve blood as a lymphocyte.

As I passed between the splitting corpse, I drained it of all blood. I leaked in through the cracks in my place and pushed away from the cold.

"HEY! GREASY ASS POUNDERS!" I roared and I ran back out into the square, activating my Battle Cry skill.

[Battle Cry] Level 3 acquired!

All eyes turned to me, but I didn't stop, and I rushed south to the dungeon. It was the only place that I knew was close and open.

'How long until I can use Basophils again?'

'Eight minutes.' -Drania.

That was a really long time, but I would waste some on the trip back. There was no need for me to turn back and look, I could hear them hot on my tail.

"Don't let her fucking getaway! I am going to make that witch pay!" I could hear Granvel call out.

We have reached the outside of the city and it was a big open area. This might not be ideal for me against too many, but it was showtime.

'Is there anything special that I don't know about?'

"Me?" Gobby asked, falling off me and forming. "They just picked the wrong pair to fuck with Miss K."

I had completely forgotten about him, but that would be good.

[Kill one, and then you can bring him back to fight for you with my power. You know how to use it, command the body to come back to fight for you.]

I had let the axes go, and now I burned platelets to create a blood steel buckler shield and ax of light. They were all rushing like raging bulls, all shirtless and swinging weapons like wild animals.

I set my shield and burst forward, burning more red cells to increase my strength and speed.

"Shield Bash!" I screamed.

I only called out at two meters away from the first one, and I rocketed forward. I crashed into them, sending men flying, but more still came.

I was stopped by the bash, and now I block a strike from a long sword but I cut the man in half, but not all the way. I jumped back and commanded the body to stand and fight, and it did.

The enemies never saw it coming as I hopped back, and they heard the screams coming from behind them. As each one of the shirtless men fell, they stood back up and began killing their friends.

It took less than five minutes to kill them all and I was able to replenish all my blood so I would be good for a bit again, but I had a problem.

More than one, Granvel wasn't here and now I had fifteen zombies. Are these real zombies? They don't look like the ones in the dungeons, but maybe that was a part of my ability.

What I really would like Is some more of those meat sticks. This Granvel guy was going to be trouble, I would need to deal with him today.

I had kicked the hornet's nest, but now I had all the hornets!