She tidied her cloack and prepared to attend her guests. But then, she saw that Arman and the old man in Arman's arms.
"What happened to him, and why didn't you take him to the hospital?" She asked.
"We are in a state of emergency, we need your help." Arman asked for help.
"We? But you are alone here." She asked with a confused voice.
Arman forgot that the Flame king was a matter which he cannot make public.
"I mean 'I am in a state of emergency'
So, will you help us?"
"What will I get in return? She said as if she didn't care if anything happened to the old man.
"We will help you in the Duncan temple raid."
Said Arman
She was completely surprised. "How do you know about it?
"It's quite obvious. As grandpa said, both of us are here for the same reason, and I know why I'm here. So I know why you are".
"Hmm... but why do I need your help?" "Because you will never know if your power alone is enough." The girl thought for a while.
"Okay, but I have a few terms and conditions."
"We will talk about your conditions later. For now, I need your assistance" Arman said in agreement.
They put the old man to bed rest in the hut in which the girl was staying.
But searching for a single building in such a vast land was impossible.
It was like finding a grain of sugar lost in a sea of salt. The night was completely dark and the only source of light was the moon. But even the moonlight was so dim that hardly anything could be seen. It was so cold that staying out for too long would cause blood to freeze.
Thanks to their high perception, Aman and the girl could see anything in the radius of ten metres. Excluding those things which were behind their back.
But there is also a good point to it. In the daylight, any archer could hove sniped them down. But it is night now, so be it any long-ranged fighter, they would be at a disadvantage.
And Eveline who far exceeded Arman, had locked her sight on him, who was at least eight hundred metres far.
Not only that, she could even see a tiny drop of blood a smeared on Arman's hand. It was the old man's blood, but Eveline didn't know whose blood that was.
As mentioned earlier, it was not a good option to search for the building like this. They had to think of something.
Arman than got reminded of the fact that the land on which they were standing was covered with snow.
Meaning that footprints would easily get printed.
And those goons had chased the old man to the hut, so he could follow the footprints. "Let's go to where I am staying." Said Arman. "But why?" She asked.
Arman then explained things to her.
And she did agree with what Arman said. "Okay let's go."
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At the spot
They started their search for the footprints.
And they found them in no time.
After Following them for a few milles, they finally found the building the old man talked about.
Both Arman and the girl were shocked.
How could a backward tribe like this contain such a huge strong and reinforced building? And how did they get electricity here.
It was not the time to think about these things.
This time, they had placed ten guards on the door.
And maybe there were many more inside. "Let me take care of them." Said Arman.
He focused a little, but nothing changed.
"One more chance please?"
Arman tried once again and
BOOM!
Giant streaks of fire exploded from beneath the land on which they were standing.
The guards were burnt to ashes.
Just a day a before, Arman couldn't do this. But as his assimilation had progressed, his control over his powers increased.
As they were caught in the Flames all of a sudden, they couldn't activate the emergency alarm.
"Got no time to waste, move!" said the girl. They approached the door. and
Thudaak!
The girl blasted the door. They entered the warehouse.
Many of them charged on Arman. Arman sumonned a sword. He gripped it tight.
And the girl was a psycho-kinesis type.
The both of them massacred the guards.
Kiehk! Kiehk! Kiehk!
The screames could be heard from any point in the warehouse.
Those who got touched by Arman's sword died instantly. And the girl's targets couldn't understand what was putting pressure on them.
They got squished by the invisible force. Blood spilled out and that internal organs become visible.
A completely disturbing scene.
The remaining, after realising that they couldn't beat these guys infront of them, tried to escape.
But, the girl, using her psycho-kinesis, blocked the path.
As they were running, they collided with an invisible wall.
Arman swinged his sword and the waves of fire destroyed the guards.
As mentioned by the old man, his son was in the basement. They just punched the floor, and they broke into the basement.
There they found the old man's son, tied to a chair.
They cut the ropes and left the warehouse and returned to there where the girl was staying.
They laid down the old man's son next to him.
"By the way, what is your name?" Asked the girl.
"It's Arman. And, your name?"
The girl thought for a few seconds.
"How about Hellsword, or the Grotesque."
"I asked for your real name."
"Fine, I will go for 'Iron fists of Justice', cause my attacks aren't any worse than real Iron Fists.
and one more thing, now that I have completed my part, I will announce my conditions, don't forget that you have agreed to them in advance." The girl said to Arman.
"The job isn't done yet, miss Iron fists. Himputra is behind this. We have to finish him. After that, I will do as you say." Said Arman.
"Are you out of your mind? Himputra is the vice chief in here. And you want to kill him?
If you do so, the old man will kill you.
And even if he is behind this, how will you prove it?" The girl thundered.
"I won't prove it, the old man will prove it, and his son will agree to it." Said Arman.
"So what are we waiting for, let's make our move!" They gathered their strength to run in the highest speed they can.
But then, both of them stopped and started looking at each other's faces.
"But where does Himputra live?"
They asked each other in unison.
"I don't know."
They replied to each other in unison.
"Oh, you don't know, but I can take you to him."
Arman
Both of them turned behind to see a masked man with two men behind him.
"It's good that you have come here, Himputra.
Now remove your mask and surrender, orelse we will beat you to death." Arman aggressively said to the maskedman.
"Try try, and you will cry. One more thing, I am not Himputra, I work for him."
The maskedman and his underlings took hold of their weapons.
Arman and the so called 'Iron fists of Justice' also became ready for this upcoming battle.
A sword appeared in Arman's hands, and just in case, Arman sumonned a shield in his left hand. A dark red armour with pitch-black spots took shape.
Winds blew stronger, as the heat radiating from Arman had heated up the surroundings and caused the creation of a low-pressure area. Both parties stared at their enemies angrily.
As the winds became stronger, both parties ran towards each other, except for Iron fists of Justice, as she was a psycho-kinesis type.
Initially, Arman was surrounded from three sides, but soon two of them got hit by an invisible force.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
They were countiniously being hit by the unknown force.
As they couldn't see it, they couldn't dodge it.
All that they could do was to try to block it in vain.
This way, Iron Fists of Justice kept them engaged.
But still, the fact didn't change that Arman's party was weaker than the opposition party.
The maskedman jumped on Arman to hit him. Arman didn't try to dodge or block it, as he knew that he couldn't do both of them.
He just sumonned the same vines he used to tie down H.E.X.A. back then.
Even though the vines were stronger than before, they still couldn't completely stop the maskedman. But they did slow him down.
And then the shield met with his attack.
Crack Crack.
The shield shattered into pieces.
Even though the maskedman was slowed down, the shield still couldn't take the attack.
So wide was the difference in power between them.
And Arman, had his goosebumps. He did know that this guy was stronger than him, but he didn't know that the difference in strength was this vast.
By now, Arman had started to understand that
their chances of survival had diminished to a large extent.
He swung his sword, but the attack was easily dodged. But, the sword was only a cover to hide the true attack coming from within.
Arman's eyes released wide blazes.
The maskedman was surprised at this unexpected attack. But the injuries he suffered were minor.
Arman was now left vulnerable for a second.
Using this chance, the maskedman punched Arman very hard.
Keuk
Arman spat out hot blood.
[You have lost 50% of your health.]
[You can't see the lost hp and the remaining hp, because you haven't gained access to the system.]
[To gain access, please complete your assimilation.]
Had Arman not had his armour on, he would have died.
The maskedman, had clearly gained an upper hand in this fight.
And the Iron Fists of Justice wasn't in a better situation too. She was struggling to not get herself killed.
At first, her opponents couldn't even detect her attacks.
But later, they just closed their eyes and tried to feel the waves produced by the attacks of the Iron Fists of Justice. And in no time, they started to easily grasp her attacks and dodge them. The distance between her, and her opponents was now depleting.
Once they would come near her, they could easily kill her, as psycho-kinesis types are not good in close combat.
Arman was having a hard time fighting the maskedman.
But then, the maskedman slipped over the snow on the ground.
This was Arman's chance to deal a little damage to him.
But, he didn't attack the maskedman. Instead, he attacked one of those guys fight with Iron Fists of Justice.
The man was injured seriously. But the injury left behind by the sword wasn't the only thing.
He soon caught fire and exploded.
BOOM!
As he exploded, the area got covered with bloody mist. The maskedman was flabbergasted.
Why did Arman chose to kill an underling, rather than killing the boss himself?
It all went like this.
Arman and Iron fists of Justice were confident that they would lose, since the opposition party had more members than they had. And even if he had attacked the maskedman, it wouldn't have dealt him much of a damage.
So the best option was that they should somehow kill one or two of the enemies, reducing the strength of their enemies, and then, they would find and use the opportunity of escaping from here.
This way, the next time they would clash, they would have a higher chance of winning.
Iron Fists of Justice used her Psycho-kinesis to push away the maskedman, he didn't get pushed, but the recoil force pushed behind the Iron Fists of Justice. She gripped Arman as she was sent flying.
Arman also used his fires like a booster to increase the speed.
And in no time, they had escaped death's grip.
The maskedman was annoyed by this.
"Hiyaaaaaaaaaaah!"
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