095 THE BATTLE FOR COURT LA MOOD
Grangya observed the gangster.
"Name: Madoug" "Favorite Food: Drumstick"
"Listen, Master Madoug," Mr. Cicada spat, the words dripping with scorn, "we don't need your so-called protection anymore. We have our own guards now."
A dangerous silence settled over the courtyard.
"No one fucks with us," Madoug said, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "You think hiring a few broken swords will keep you safe? That's cute."
Just then, the clatter of boots on stone heralded the arrival of General Kasshyek, his longsword gleaming under the moonlight. His presence brought the professional soldier to the scene, giving a surge of hope to those gathered behind him.
"Leave now," Kasshyek commanded, his voice cold and steady, "or face the consequences."
Madoug threw his head back and laughed, the sound ugly and grating. "You really think you can just cut us off?" he sneered.
"Even if you hired the king's entire army to guard this whorehouse, you'll still pay us what's fucking due to us."
More of Madoug's thugs emerged from the darkness, encircling the entrance to Court la Mood. Their weapons glinted in the torchlight, their eyes hungry for violence.
"Charge!" Madoug roared.
The gangsters surged forward, rushing toward the entrance of Court la Mood.
Kasshyek's men stood firm, their shields locked in practiced formations, their blades drawn.
Though outnumbered, they moved with precision and discipline, forming an unbreakable line that absorbed the gangsters' wild assault. The air filled with the clash of steel and the grunts of men straining against one another.
Madoug's eyes narrowed as he watched his men struggle against the unexpected resistance from a professional army.
"Where did you get these damned mercenaries?" he barked, frustration leaking into his voice.
"Hey, you're wasting your talents here. You should be working for me."
Kasshyek's eyes blazed with righteous fury. "Not a chance, filth," he spat.
"They serve a cause, not a coward like you," Mr. Cicada taunted.
From the throng of gangsters, a slender figure with wild, spiked hair stepped forward. His movements were fluid, almost serpentine, as if he were coiling up for a strike.
"Elder brother," he said, his voice a low hiss, "let me handle this."
"By all means, Maelad," Madoug said with a mocking bow. "Show them what happens when they try to fuck with us."
Maelad's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as he unsheathed his weapon- twin orbs, dripping with a faint, sickly green liquid.
"Let's see if your so-called guards can handle me," Maelad taunted, his voice barely more than a whisper.
The battle was about to take a darker turn as Maelad raised his twin orbs.
A dark, chittering mass erupted from the ground like a living shadow—thousands of scorpions skittering over one another in a frenzied wave.
"What the hell are those creeps?" Kasshyek asked in horror.
The creeps' armored bodies gleamed in the dim light, pincers snapping and stingers poised, glistening with venom. The air was thick with the sound of clicking legs and the scent of dry, acrid earth. The swarm moved with terrifying unity, a rippling tide of black carapace and gleaming eyes, surging forward as though driven by a single, insatiable hunger.
The scorpions rushed towards Kasshyek's men who were unprepared for such an enemy.
"What now, General? How can we deal with so many of these pests?" one soldier asked horrified, eyeing the horde.
The conjured scorpions struck, biting and stinging and going through the shield formation with ease. Kasshyek's soldiers fought bravely but were overwhelmed by the sheer number of the magical creatures.
"Die at the claws of my scorpions! Hahaha," Maelad shouted, laughing as his summoned creatures tore through the ranks.
Kasshyek's men fell back, some dropping under the relentless attacks. He gritted his teeth, watching his good men fall.
Grangya stepped forward suddenly, clenching her fists, determination igniting in her eyes.
"My Lady, it is time to raise your Hammer of Truth again", Grangya's angelic handler appeared to encourage her.
"No, for the thousandth fucking times, I don't want this life of fighting anymore", she protested.
"You have no choice, the enemy is going to destroy everything that you have built this far, your glorious achievement, the Court la Mood", the handler encouraged again.
"Stop spilling my mind with shit", she shouted.
"Imagine what were you before, weak and pathetic. Nobody looks up to you. Even Princess Bara would not bat you an eye if you were not the great Battle Angel, Lorelei", the handler persuaded.
"I am Grangya and I like it like that", she screamed.
Without warning, Princess Bara and her Amara warriors burst onto the battlefield, their arrival reinforcing the beleaguered Gullee army.
"Are you alright, my love?" Princess Bara called out to Grangya, her voice cutting through the chaos as she reached her.
"I'm fine," came the reply from Grangya. "But these fucking scums are shitting all over us."
"Leave the fighting to us," Bara said, her eyes blazing with determination.
She swung her twin spears in a wide arc, the lethal blades whistling through the air as she deflected a wave of summoned scorpions closing in.
"Amara warriors, come with me!" Bara cried, her voice a battle cry that stirred the hearts of her sisters.
The Amara clan—a legion of fierce women warriors—rushed forward, their warpaint and gleaming spears making them look like avenging spirits.
"Look at this! Bitches with spears!" Madoug jeered from across the battlefield, throwing his head back in a cruel laugh.
His soldiers joined in, their mocking laughter rippling through the air.
"Hahaha."
But their jeers quickly died in their throats as the Amara warriors closed the distance. These women were no mere rabble. They moved with deadly grace, muscles honed through years of training.
They struck fired out their powerful spears with a precision and power that sent Madoug's seasoned fighters reeling.
"These bitches are aiming for our cocks with their spears!" one of the gangsters howled in terror as the Amara warriors carved through their ranks with ruthless efficiency striking many with their spears.
"For every kill today, an extra cock for supper!" Bara roared, rallying her warriors as they pressed their advantage.