The majority of the combatant where still going towards, Wrath, the sin seemed neither impressed nor anything else, her expression was as neutral as it could get.
The first one to strike was Milleral, attempting a surprise attack from underground by having the snake in its normal form pop out of the ground and attempt to coil around the sin's leg.
It did managed to latch on but its fangs weren't strong enough to pierce her skin nor was it powerful enough to actually hold her in place, with a simple movement of her leg, the snake was launched back toward his owner.
A sneak attack targeting her nape from Polt, Unseen Death was evaded with simplicity, before she took hold of the assassin's arm and cloth on his chest, making his whole body rotate above her shoulder before throwing him at the closest attacker, forcing Rior, The Boar to catch him instead of attacking.
Dodging the rush of punches thrown at her by Molarine by contorting her body a bit, she noticed one of Bilam's, The Insectophile summoned insects making their way to attack her back.
Wrath delivered a straight right to the pugilist's face and turned around to face the bugs, dodging or using them as shields for the arrows shot at her by Farsite, Fly Striker, deflecting the last one with a kick before stopping The Boar's two handed axe with a single one, making him drop a cold sweat.
"What great strength in such a little body!" he commented nervously before twisting the handle to make her let go but before she did, she used her grasp on the handle to lanch herself up a slight bit, grabbing Rior's head with both her hands before smashing her knee into his face, all of that before he could even finish twisting the handle of his axe.
Rushing from her blindspot, Milleral swung the snake in a spear form down at her shoulders only to travel without any problem milimeters away from the ground before he felt her leg striking against the side of his head, sending him rolling on the ground.
Only a constant loud sound was heard from his left ear at the moment, causing him trouble to orient himself for a few moments but it didn't matter because the sin decided to focus on him for now, grabbing his collar she launched him up in the air before jumping after him, smashing both her fist into his back and making him shatter the ground on impact.
The severe groundbreaking strike was only softening thanks to the snake acting as a cushion but Milleral was still severely messed up.
Wrath punched the many arrows and large flying insects coming her way before she suddenly felt herself being rosen up in the air, Rior with a now bloodied face had only gotten stronger from the devastating blow and with assistance from Polt, had managed to sneak up on the sin, catching her into a bear hug, locking both her arms.
Not wasting any seconds, Molarine placed herself in front of the sin and started pummeling her with everything she had, surprisingly enough, the iron spike in her head that screamed to be a weak point seemed completely unaffeted by the punches, unlike the rest of her face.
Spouting her wings, Wrath freed herself from her captor in an unexpected way as the radiance of her wings blinded everyone for a short instant, she diverted the pugilist's fists away sent a palm strike into her stomach, before using the fact that she bended her body over to wrap her arms underneath hers and spinning around before throwing her into The Boar, sending both of them flying away.
With a flap of her wings, she propelled herself toward Polt and using the strength of the impact, she struck each of the combatants present as if it all was some sort of pinball machine.
"You warriors and heroes are not bad" spoke Wrath as the damage inflicted on her visibly healed every moment while the ones she was praising were struggling to get back to their feets.
Being that Wrath was apparently feeling nice today, she waited until they gathered themselves before striking again.
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'Baaa! This is horrible! Even by focusing my body on fighting, I don't stand a goddamn chance!' Euthanasia baaed in his own thoughts as he ran for his life, running away from the terrifying heroine that swung her club as if she was some sort of caveman.
The lesser sin had almost fully turned into a wolf by this point but even that didn't matter in front of the power of blunt force trauma, let it be sheep wool or a tougher body, it didn't matter, it was all equal in front of the bonk.
"Sacrilege! Do something, surely you can? Right?! Baaaaaaaa!" yelled the wolf at the various limbs holding onto his fur as he ran as fast as he could, a speed he didn't know he could attain and maintain for so long.
"I can only block sources of power like mana and such... She is just swinging a stick at us, I can't do shit about that..." responded the lesser sin in a weak voice.
'Dear gods, I know we had a small altercation in the past but please, not like that, not like that! I can't die a second time and certainly not to a lunatic!'
"Hold on, where is she now?" suddenly spoke Euthanasia as he stopped in his track, was she still behind or had she been trying to cut them off?
Sacrilege felt the wolf shudder in fear as they both looked around, they had ran off pretty far, so far that here the trees were still standing, providing a good cover for the runners but also filling them with doubt as it also covered their pursuer.
"Are you certain cutting the source of her mana and such will not at least make her slow down for a bit?" asked Euthanasia.
"That would only work on weaklings, if she isn't using any mana, it won't impair her..." responded Sacrilege as the sound of a bush rustling was heard from behind the two of them.
"Oh crap"