KATHERINE ROSE
As I stood amidst the chaos, the sheer number of enemies and their skill overwhelmed me. The sound of clashing steel and the scent of sweat and blood filled the air. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of violence.
A child's terrified wail pierced the air, and my heart skipped a beat. "Mommy!" I rushed towards the child, but a Balakist twin blocked my path.
"No, no, no, you're not going anywhere," the twin sneered, her eyes glinting with malice.
I gritted my teeth, frustration mounting. With only one arm available, the odds were stacked against me. But I refused to back down. I had to protect the child.
Just as I prepared to make a desperate move, a familiar voice intervened. "I'm perfectly fine," Professor Thorne said, his voice calm and authoritative.
I turned to see him standing protectively in front of the child, his bare hands bleeding from blocking an enemy attack. He stood tall and bold, despite the large amounts of blood dripping from his pierced hands.
A wave of relief washed over me, and a faint smile crept onto my lips. The professor was still as cool as I remembered from my younger days.
The Balakist twin's eyes narrowed. "Why are you smiling all of a sudden?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
I met her gaze, my smile growing wider. "Isn't it obvious....Now I can kill properly."
With a swift motion, I disarmed the twin and sent her crashing into the wall. She stumbled back, wiping blood from her newly broken nose.
I infused my body with mana, conjuring a protective cloak around myself. The twin's eyes widened as she realized her mistake.
"THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR, KILL THE BITCH!!" she ordered, her comrades charging in a blaze of steel and fury.
I quickly devised a plan, using my agility and cunning to outmaneuver the soldiers. I faked an attack, pretending to go for the biggest soldier, and the others let their guard down. I took the opening and struck the one who seemed most absent-minded.
The remaining soldiers attacked, their movements more barbaric and uncoordinated. I felt a pang of sympathy for them; these fools truly intended on fighting my brother?.
Like a song in perfect harmony, I avoided their aimless attacks and landed a few fatal strikes. They were confused, their movements all over the place, like a disorganized orchestra.
I took advantage of the chaos and prepared to finish them off with one attack. I stood center stage, my enemies rushing towards me like a pack of wild animals. I jumped out of the way, and they collided with each other, stumbling like toddlers trying to find their way.
I created a reasonable distance between us and began to build up my mana. A brilliant blue aura erupted from my body, illuminating the battlefield. My baby blue-colored aura shone like a beacon, grabbing the attention of my brother and the enemy alike.
I drew my blade, pointing it towards my enemies, and infused it with as much mana as I possibly could. The air was electric with tension as I prepared to unleash my attack.
But before I could strike, a sharp pain pierced my back shoulder. "Peak-a-boo, bitch," the Balakist twin taunted, her poison-laced dagger lodged in my shoulder.
I felt the poison spreading, my vision blurring. I tried to strike the twin with my blade, but she deflected the attack, and the blade stabbed me instead. She withdrew her dagger and pushed my weakened body to the floor.
As I lay there, I felt an unexpected sensation. The mana I had poured into my blade, initially intended to harm my enemies, began to flow back into my body. Instead of causing my cells to freeze and die, the mana reacted with my natural energy, creating a new, powerful phenomenon.
In other words the negative mana that I had infused into my blade was reacting with the positive mana residing in my body.
A surge of energy coursed through my veins, amplifying my strength at least tenfold. My smile returned, and I let out a breath that froze in the air like dry ice.
"First wave..."
I whispered, The Balakist twin's eyes locked on me.
BALAKIST TWIN ONE
"First wave...Eternal Blizzard," the girl continued, her voice barely above a whisper.
A massive surge of energy burst forth, pushing me back. The force emitting from her was so great that I was instantly pushed back, my feet scraping against the ground as I struggled to maintain my balance. The air grew colder, the atmosphere suffocating, as if all the oxygen had been drained and replaced with an icy grip.
The massive power surge continued, causing some of my comrades to stumble and lose their footing. I gritted my teeth, my vision blurring, as I tried to ride out the wave of energy.
And then, suddenly, it stopped. The air was heavy with silence, the only sound the creaking of frozen limbs and the soft whisper of snowflakes gently falling.
As I looked around, I saw the girl standing before me, her long silver hair stretching out like a river of moonlight, her perfect skin shining with an ethereal glow. She was angelic, her beauty mesmerizing, and yet, at that moment she appeared as a frost demon.
I tried to move, but my body was frozen from the neck down, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. I scanned the terrain, my heart sinking, as I saw that the rest of my comrades were already dead, their bodies frozen in time.
"Fuck," I cursed, knowing that this was the end for me. I wondered how I had been bested by a child, my pride wounded, my body broken.
As I looked at the girl, I noticed the resemblance to Reynold, the same piercing eyes, the same emotionless expression. But she was far more beautiful, far more...deadly.
"Any last words?" she asked, her voice calm and collected, as she stood over me, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
I took a deep breath, my vision fading, and whispered, "You look just like him."
The girl's expression remained unreadable, but I sensed a flicker of interest, a spark of curiosity. And then, everything went black.
As I fell into the abyss, I realized that I had underestimated the girl, underestimated her power, her beauty, and her deadly precision. I had been outmaneuvered, outplayed, and outskilled.
And as I succumbed to the darkness, I knew that I would never forget the girl, an angel of death, who had bested me in combat, and stolen my life.