"Now that he's gone, let's see who will save you!" the third sister declared coldly as she stepped forward, activating her skills. "I'll make sure you feel twice the pain that little bastard made me go through!"
"Where did you take him to?" Nyx demanded in a cold, emotionless voice as she stepped forward to meet the girl who had a striking resemblance to Hendrix. Her dark eyes were filled with madness. As she drew closer, a sword bathed in glorious white light materialized in her grasp.
"Somewhere very far," the fourth brother, who had initiated the teleportation, smirked. He was hoping to appear cocky and annoying but failed miserably as his face was extremely bruised and battered.
"I didn't speak to you, ugly." Nyx narrowed her eyes as she pointed her sword at the third sister, who seemed to be in charge of this little team. "I'm talking to you!"
