"A playground? I know there probably isn't anything better than a playground, but aren't we mentally teenagers at this point? We are literally starting our freshman year in high school." Theo pointed out, walking around the slides and wiping off the snow.
Carmina looked back at Theo and dumped out all the contents she had stuffed inside her bag, "Damn right this is a playground, we're gonna fuck around all we want. We may be teenagers mentally, but I've been doing this since day one of being here. Maybe it's the fact that, physically, we're eight year olds which kills all the embarrassment that comes with playing at a playground."
"Are those... toys? C'mon, there's no way that this is how we're passing---" Theo doubtfully spoke before a snowball was thrown directly at his face, igniting a passion for revenge.
"Then you can't be too old for an old-fashioned snowball fight, right?"
Theo scooped up snow with his right hand and threw as hard as his thin little arms could, just narrowly missing Carmina's body as it returned to the mounds of snow on the floor, prompting her to counteract with another snowball to his face.
"Alright, that does it!"
Theo chased after Carmina with the most speed his measly legs could muster, kicking up snow onto her back before bending down to scoop another snowball to throw, leaving him vulnerable to any other snowballs coming his way.
Taking advantage of such an opportunity, Carmina made another ball of snow to throw at Theo, but not before he smacked it to smithereens and threw on of his own.
"Hey, you're getting better already!" Carmina spoke enthusiastically, dodging the snowball as she ran towards the dumped toys on the ground and reaching for a toy hammer to bonk Theo with.
"Ow! I thought this was a snowball fight!"
"We're too new for old fashion! We need new-fashioned snowball fights for young fellas like us!"
More snowballs thrown by Carmina were blocked by Theo and more snowballs thrown by Theo were evaded by Carmina; it was an endless war of snow and toys and fun.
Hiding behind the playground to avoid the hail of snowballs thrown by Theo, Carmina waited for the opportune moment for when he got exhausted and loaded up two snowballs in each of her hands. Once that moment had come, Carmina revealed herself from behind the slide only to find no one but herself before something heavy had pinned her to the ground.
"Bwah---!" Carmina loudly exclaimed, giggling to herself once she realized Theo had jumped from the playground, "---ahahahaha!"
In the midst of Carmina's laughing, Theo had got up and began scooping as much snow as possible inside his arms, a toothy grin shined brilliantly as he slowly walked up to her.
Realizing her impending doom, but unable to get up because of her feverish laughing, Carmina could only attempt to block the massive snow pile about to be dumped onto her, laughing to herself even more.
"Pwahahaha! I finally got you, slippery bast... uh, rat...!" Theo proudly said before collapsing into the snow beside Carmina, chuckling to himself along with her before the air went quiet.
It was quiet enough to hear each individual huff and puff of air could be heard, though slightly overtaken by the whistling chilly winds of Russia, belong cold enough for small, misty clouds to escape Theo's and Carmina's breath.
But it wasn't an awkward silence, just a simple and comfortable moment in time where there really wasn't a single worry about anything.
Maybe a thought or two about school or the futures, but any anxieties were replaced by playful thoughts and childish glee, as though their consciousness had fully adapted to their undeveloped brains.
After resting in these moments of calm, Carmina began spreading her limbs to make a snow angel and said, "...see? It can be fun, don't you think so? Even if it's just my child-like body acting like one, I feel like I won't ever forget that there's fun like this out here."
"Yea, I can't believe I ever forgot something as fun like this. My ears are feel so numb that they'll fall right off and your ears look redder than a tomato." Theo softly responded, making a snow angel himself before getting up.
Theo walked up to Carmina and offered his hand to help her, which was gracefully taken as he pulled her up to standing height.
"I still got a bunch more stuff to do from that bag, so you wanna play something called P'yanitsa?"
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"Hey jackass, help me clean up these toys or I'm not treating you to lunch."
"I will, I will. Also, are we not going back to that gang-ran charity for food?" Theo asked, straining his already-exhausted muscles to help clean up the toys with Carmina.
"Nah man, I found some sick ruble bills under that fatso's one-seater couch. Since this is technically your first day in Russia, let me show you the good shit we have around here."
With all the toys packed into her bag, Carmina began walking with an exaggerated stride inside her legs as though she was doing a military march. Following short after, Theo began his military stride without any thought that he was well off into his teenage years.
But as childish as their demeanor was, they certainly seemed to be having a lot of fun.
"You're really going to haul that bag of toys all the way to wherever we're eating?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to take any chances leaving the bag here and I would certainly not want to try my luck to see if that bone bag of a woman is still there. Anyways, since we would want something good for lunch, how about you try some beef stroganoff?"
"Uh, sure, always welcome to try some Russian cuisine."
It wouldn't be for another twenty minutes or so until the duo had reached their destination, which seemed a lot more lively than the streets of poverty they were used to living in.
The people who lived around this part seemed to have a sustainable income, considering their neatly kept clothes and accessories that they wore. They walked dogs in white coats of fur and held small smiles inside their lips, even the the roads that were clear of snow added to the view of normal society in Russia.
Theo wasn't made to wait for long however, as following Carmina into a small restaurant off to the side brought him to a homey atmosphere that was surrounded by culture and history. The only thing that brought Theo to an anxious mind was that both him and Carmina looked far too young and poor to be ordering by themselves here.
Carmina glanced over to Theo and noticed his anxious stature, "Oh, don't worry about how we look as of right now since no one really cares. As of right now, everyone's struggling with their own shit since all the political stuff that is leading up to World War Two is happening. If you'll excuse now, ahem---!" Carmina cleared her throat before switching over to Russian, "Hi, can I get a table for two?"
It wasn't clear how exactly Carmina was able to get the receptionist to allow them a table, but it was known to Theo that she used a mixture of puppy-dog eyes, sad story telling, and a little bribery as she put a ruble bill inside the tip jar.
Either way, it didn't matter to Theo, "So, beef stroganoff, right? What's our budget here?"
Carmina reached the table they were given and climbed the seat, "Yes, beef stroganoff is what we'll be ordering, and lucky for us, they're serving some budget meals to beat competitors from the block down. Since we're pretty small ourselves, we can share a plate of beef stroganoff and save the money for desert or drinks. Speaking of those two, which one do you want?"
"Huh? Oh, well, it doesn't really matter to me since you're the one paying."
"In that case, let's order some sweet stuff since beef stroganoff is saucy enough for our thirst. What do you think looks good?" Carmina asked before a certain dish had caught her eye on the menu, salivating enough to make her drool while agonizing the fact that she had asked Theo for what he wanted to order.
Theo had taken notice of this and looked at what Carmina was drooling over; it was a cake-like dessert that had a white filling inside that had looked a lot like... sour cream?
He glanced at round balls of chocolate and then back towards the dish that Carmina was looking at, a difficult decision was being tossed around in Theo's head as he had always hated the acidic taste of sour things, but his conscious of being a good person took him over.
"...that cake thingy looks pretty good, don't you think?"
"Yea! I know, right? Let's order it and no take backs," Carmina beamed a happy grin before switching back to Russian, "Excuse me, we'd like to order!"
Taking note of Carmina's call, a waiter came to their table with a napkin to his teary eye, "You have such a good sister, you know that boy? Diamonds are always made under the most pressure. What would you like for today?"
"Oh, some beef stroganoff and a bird's milk cake please?"
"Oh my, you're just so polite despite being so young! Yes, we'll have it ready as soon as possible. Until then, please sit tight as we prepare the food." The waiter spoke with sympathy invoked from his tone.
"What did you tell them?"
"Ah, just a bit of a sob story about your muteness and how good of a sister I am, but don't worry about it. Just enjoy the food while I trip 'em up with my tongue."
Trusting in Carmina's ability as he himself didn't know any Russian, Theo tapped the table in order to stave off the waiting. Whispers traveled left and right from all over the restaurant too, looks of pity and sadness were given to Theo and Carmina as though they held the same level of sympathy the waiter had. Some of them even went over to their table to donate a little bit of what they had, whether it be a small ruble bill or a used toy that was meant for their children, but even they seemed to have understood their supposed tragedy.
"No, seriously, what the hell did you tell them?" Theo worryingly spoke, inducing more and more sobs from the customers beside them.
"You'll have a hurt conscious if you keep asking and would you look at that! The food is here!"
Just as Carmina had pointed out, the waiter had brought the food along with a team of chefs lined up, tearing just as much as the waiter was. No, the entire staff of the restaurant was out there observing both Carmina and Theo.
"Ah... I only ordered one plate of each... we can't possibly afford four plates!" Carmina exasperatingly spoke, her theatric ability was off the charts.
"Oh, no no no! Those are on the house, so please enjoy yourself to the fullest! In fact, why don't you have a drink to go with that?" A fashionable woman emerged from the crowd of staff, nudging at the nearby bartenders to go get them a drink as though she was the owner.
Under the nerve-wrecking gaze of everyone inside the restaurant, Theo shakily reached for the utensils before a kick to his leg brought his attention to Carmina, who was mouthing the words, "Let. Me. Feed. You."
A terror was suddenly rooted deep inside Theo's nerves as Carmina picked up a spoonful of beef stroganoff and hand fed it inside his mouth, in which then she kicked him on the balls.
Theo reacted with substantial pain, tears of agony streamed down his face as he saw Carmina scoop up another spoonful. He rapidly blinked at Carmina, trying to telepathically tell her why the hell she would do that.
It, of course, never reached Carmina.
"My divine lord, you have blessed me with this beautiful sight of a once-destroyed family come together once again, thank you." The stylish lady prayed, thus getting the rest of the restaurant to pray with her as well.
As though on cue with the praying, Carmina also started crying crocodile tears before feeding Theo another spoonful of beef stroganoff, which would be delicious if not for the fact of his balls being in great pain.
Quiet sobs filled the restaurant, excluding the soft scarfing of food Carmina was doing as she tried to eat as much as she wanted under the closed eyes of the praying people, devouring both her plates of dessert and beef stroganoff as well as her drink before returning to hand feed Theo.
'...this cake stuff is pretty good if not for the fact that my genitals are in torment, it wasn't as sour as I thought.' Theo silently thought, his sobs being the loudest among those inside the restaurant.
After Theo was done being hand fed his food, the both of them stood up and prepared to leave, but not without Carmina nailing the final lie into place, "I cannot thank all of you enough for giving me this special moment for my brother to relive his dearest memories, please accept all that I have."
"Oh, no need! It was payment enough to watch such a touching moment!"
"No, I insist. I want to teach my brother to never take things for granted and to repay the favor, even if it might be something as small as 100 ruble!" Carmina spoke good-heartedly, invoking an admiring gaze from those who heard her.
As she had said, Carmina dug out a ruble bill and handed it to the owner of this restaurant, garnering much applaud as they walked out the restaurant.
"Alright, when we turn that corner, we book it, you got me?"
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"They had a fucking camera Theo, we're going to get exposed if we don't fucking run! I didn't even realize until after the whole prayer shit was over!"
Grasping Theo's hand firmly inside her own, Carmina ran immediately after turning away from the windows of the restaurant, turning in between the many different twists that the roads and alleyways had to offer.
Shouts seemed to have echoed from afar, but Theo couldn't spare the thought to worry about it.
All he needed to do now was to follow Carmina's lead.
"Pwah! Ha... ha... god damn, that was close!" Carmina happily exclaimed, a devious grin stretched her mouth ear to ear.
"Fua... ha... ha... what did you... tell them...!"
"Telling our sob story in advanced, mom died and dad got recruited into the military, leaving no one but our fatty uncle to take care of us with his toothpick of a wife. He and his wife was an abusive bunch, punched you so hard that you forgot a bunch of stuff and had amnesia or whatever. Anyways, I'm the good sister that brought us out of that hell hole and gathering the little money I could, went to this restaurant so I could help you remember the taste of momma's beef stroganoff and bird milk cake. Yadda yadda yadda, you know the rest."
"Damn, I didn't think you were so good at acting and planning."
"And I thought you'd be self-righteous enough to give me an earful of your family morals. Also, I've never took theater or had some super military training, it's just the abilities of my name. I'm just supernatural like that."
"I think it's just common sense, Carmina."
"Eh, well, better than people who are actually self-righteous enough to do a some wack-ass preach about morals that or efficiency this or whatever bullshit they might spew out their mouths."
Finishing their lunch with a full stomach, the two of them happily and cheerfully returned to the playground without so much as a guilty conscious to scam a restaurant for their kindness. Once again, Carmina sprawled out her many toys onto the snowy ground, and they returned to their childish fun.
Yes, that's right, their childish fun.
There was not another thought about how they might complete the mission by finding that 'special person' or worry on how they'll return back. In fact, their minds worried more about losing to the other person rather than going back.
As of right now, they were more child than teenager, more young than wise.
And so, a tall, burly man leaned onto a nearby pole with tattoos running from his neck to knuckle; brandishing his pair of brass knuckles that eagerly awaited for blood, but that was not the job for right now.
His fists wouldn't be satisfied with crushing two measly children and instead, a simple rag doused with chloroform would do the trick.
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His eyes cracked open like it had been shut closed for eons, a dim light just barely being received by Theo's eyes. But that was enough for his eyes to be shot open, observing his current whereabouts to be somewhere that was not the playground nor was the outside.
"Mmm! Mmmmmmm!" Theo tried to speak but a gag was worn over his mouth, barely letting out so much as a hum from the throat.
Sitting across from him while being in the exact same predicament as Theo was Carmina, a sharp gaze was casted on anything that was in her line of sight.
Now that the most important confirmation was made, Theo looked around in an attempt to gather some information. The place he had been sitting in seemed to be a warehouse considering its wide open space and concrete architecture, huge shipping containers were scattered across the concrete floor.
The only light that seemed to be illuminating this place were hanging light bulbs that seemed to be nearing the end of their use. Any light from the outside seemed to be minimal as well, seeing how Theo could see the dark starry night sky from the many cracks into the roof.
"Well then, you brain-lacking spies have a good nap? I'll be certain that you'd be having a better one pretty soon, but before that, I think you got some words to spit out for me. Who do you work for?" A familiar man with tattoos running from neck to knuckle appeared from the shadows of the warehouse, a cigarette was lit inside his right hand.
Carmina replied harshly while the man ripped off her gag, "What the hell do you mean spies? The fuck do you think two kids are gonna do to your gang?"
"Oh wow, a feisty one for sure, but the lack of a brain certainly sticks around." The brutish man delivered a weighty kick to Carmina's jaw, "Can I still expect a smart conversation with you? How about I try the other guy here?"
Carmina tried to rebuke but the man had already tied the gag back on, this time speaking in English, "Alright boy, I hope you speak a tongue more better understanding on my part than your foolish little girl friend over there, and don't start talking about how you not spy, boss has been hearing wordy words come from your mouth. Who do you work for? Eh?"
With a Russian accent that was just barely discernible by Theo, he couldn't answer him with anything other than silence.
A quick kick to the gut was delivered by the man before he switched back to Russian, "The girl is a feisty one without a brain to accompany it and the boy looks smart but doesn't have the mouth to speak it up. What a shitty situation, but oh well, just more money for the gang. Bring out the fat bastard!"
On his command, four men had opened the warehouse's front door and brought in a loud metal cage. With it, cheers and laughs rang out from above as the rich folk stood watching inside the dark shadows.
Although Theo couldn't quite see what was inside that metal cage, he found a weakness running everywhere inside his body once he had heard the loud metal bangs that resounded throughout the room from the metal bars, soon realizing it was utter terror.
Within it was a pig-like monster devouring a corpse similar to a skinny lady, his skin being veiny and pinkish as though he was just skinned. As more details revealed themselves as the cage came closer to the dimmed lights, Theo's breath became incredibly laborious as he realized that the monster he was looking at were the familiar adults that had abused him.
"More! More! I want more!" The pig-like monster gave a guttural scream without an ounce of humanity, bloodied flesh stuck between his greenish teeth.
The brutish man spoke out to the crowd, "Well then, ladies and gentlemen! Here we have it, the 107th game of slaughterhouse! Make your bets quick between this behemoth of an abomination and these incredibly well-trained spies from the English!"
Small snickers rang out from above, "Release the beast! Release the beast!"
The audience chanted for the freedom of the pig-like monstrosity that had only metal bars keeping it from slaughtering everyone at ground level. Reveling inside the mad chant of his audience, the brutish man whispered orders to his four men and soon exited the warehouse, presumably joining with those above.
With that, the four men walked up to both Theo and Carmina to partially release their tied limbs, leaving only their left arms to be tied to the shipping container behind them, leaving soon after after unlocking the cage and sprinting for dear life to get away.
"Huhm? Meat? I want MEAT! I smell meat!" The pig drooled fountains of red as he sluggishly rolling outside his cage before locking eyes with Theo first, "You... you...! YOU FUCKING LEECH!"
With mad flames trembling inside his pupil-less eyes, the pig's meaty paws slammed down onto the concrete in order to make enough grip for it to drag its greasy body on over.
"YOU FUCKING DISGRACE! YOU FUCKING THIEF! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I DO FOR YOU THREE ONLY TO BE TREATED AS A FUCKING WALLET!" The pig screamed, any human mannerisms that he barely had left was gone now.
As each meaty paw of his slammed down onto the concrete to drag him closer, Theo could feel tears run down his cheeks. As each meaty foot dug itself into the concrete to push himself closer, Theo felt all the strength leave his body, including his bladder.
Now, the beast was right in front of him, leaving no room for escape other than the escape of death.
The monstrous pig brought its front torso as high as it could with their two front meaty paws and brought down its upper teeth down onto Theo's food, severing it and feeding it to his monstrous maul.
"AAGGHHH!" Theo viscerally screamed, becoming very short of the breath he needed to live.
But before the monster could finish his meal, Carmina broke out in a moment too soon with a survival knife summoned out of thin air as she rushed to the monster's behind, slashing at both its genitals and butt skin.
"GAARRRRGHHH! YOU STUPID BITCH!" The pig swung around and slammed his left meat paw against Carmina to knock her away, but not before throwing her knife over to Theo.
"Why... why would you do that...? Why didn't you... choose yourself?" Theo spoke with a fearful weakness inside his throat, reason well-thrown outside his skull.
"Don't waste my fucking grace! I'm trying to get the both of us to live you dumb bastard!"
'Both of us... to live? Against this monstrosity? But how? But how? But how? But how?!' Theo pathetically thought, utterly faithless in their chances of survival, however.
Keyword, 'however.'
Looking down at the knife that slid his way, Theo felt an admiration to Carmina's vigor to live. The despair he had been so ready to accept seemed so pitiful compared to the efforts Carmina was putting in regardless of whatever hell-sent monster was after her.
She was entirely hellbent to at least try for survival.
"Fucking hell... why not try?" A mutter of faith escaped from his mouth, Theo's heart now thumping like an engine on fire.
With great determination, Theo dragged the dagger with his feet to his hands, which were tied to a signpost jammed into the concrete floor. With some awkward positioning and some more snickering from above, Theo was finally able to cut himself free and made a desperate crawl to a less risky position in the monstrous pig's blind spot.
"Wow! Wow, oh wow! Would you look at that folks! It seems that we got some fighting spirit left inside these two kids!" A mysterious commenter-like voice boomed from above, seemingly mocking their attempts to live.
Although the monstrous pig had their focus stolen by Carmina, it had turned back around to where Theo once was in a flicker of a thought, lifting its torso high as to gain a vantage point to see where he had gone. The monstrous pig's upper jaw crashed down at the blood-soaked concrete, pushing the bloodied rubble into its mouth while disgustingly licking the blood that remained.
"WHERE! WHERE!" It spoke in a ravenous tone, their sense of language slowly fading from the monstrous pig's head.
'Is... is that monster blind? No, just partially so.' Theo thought with a frantic breath, noticing the flab of fat on its eyelids were thick enough to block out most of its line of sight.
But as Theo began analyzing the monster for its weak points, Carmina had already made the connection and attempted a risky sneak on over to Theo, clasping her ribs with an anguished expression.
"Holy shit! Are you alright?" Theo asked in a concerned whisper, his shaky voice and frantic eye-movement gave off a panicked aura.
"Yea, sure, no problem. Actually, scratch that, my ribs hurts like a bitch, but nothing like good ol' time won't fix. More importantly, that's an entire foot chomped off that I need to treat, so clench your teeth."
"Wha---?!" Theo had no time to question as Carmina slit her forearm to pour blood all over his wound, "Kch! Ow..."
Steam rose from the wound as an indescribable pain shot up Theo's leg, but it was bearable enough to not scream. In just a matter of a minute or two, the wound had closed into a stump of a leg.
"I got a plan and it might be insane, but bear with it: we bring those rich shits down to our level and have them be pigs feed. I mean, who's so deprived of actual love that they'll send children to participate in this game 107 times? Calling us spies is all just a ruse to tend to some wealth people's entertainment. You up for it?"
"How are we going to do that?" Theo questioned, his brain being so muddled to the point where it had looped around to a near-sane condition.
"Simple, we get the pig bastard to break the support pillars that give them such a nice little seat from above. To do that, I'm gonna to spill a little bit of my blood on the pillars to get him to break them into smithereens. But to do that, I need time, and to do that, I need you to play bait. Do you trust me?"
With no other option other than to nod 'yes,' Theo agreed to the plan and tried to stand up with only one functional leg, the other more like a human peg leg.
As the monstrous pig's incredible weight could be heard booming with each of his hands and feet, Carmina quickly hobbled to the right as Theo limped to the left, which was a rather comedic scene for those above, contrary to the serious atmosphere of the situation.
"Come on over here, fatty! Fatty fatso!" Theo amateurishly insult the monstrous pig, his mental age giving no assistance to his body's linguistic ability.
"Bluargh! BLUUAAGCHH!" The monstrous pig made yet another gibberish war cry, slamming his fingers deep into the concrete in order to drag him across the warehouse.
Although its heavy weight had prevented much of its movement, the monstrous pig's greasy oils that pumped up from each pore on his skin allowed it to slide to his target. Still, the monstrous pig was slow, but paired with Theo's lost left foot, it proved to be challenge.
Counting on both Carmina and his nonexistent stamina to outpace the monstrous pig, Theo consistently baited the beast to ram into the many support pillars that could not bear its weight. As the flame that danced mad inside the monstrous pig's slit-eyed pupils turned into an inferno, Theo suddenly found himself to be facing death itself before he had jumped in the nick of time to dodge a deadly slam, collapsing another support pillar instead.
On the other side of the warehouse was Carmina, desperately trying to recover as much of her blood before she passes out to mark the supporting pillars, the mocking laughs from above was given no attention.
'Please be on time!' Carmina earnestly hoped, wobbling with a warped sense of sight as her loss of blood slowly exceeded her regeneration of blood.
But it was, of course, impossible.
The plan that Carmina had made in a split-second of a thought was just so utterly improbably for two children, their only redeeming factor being the sheer faith in one another despite have met just a few hours ago. They weren't mature enough, they weren't strong enough, they weren't smart enough---they weren't anything that allowed them success.
They didn't even have enough of a sane mind to lure the monstrous pig to ram the front door in order to escape.
For when Carmina took but one dizzy glance to Theo's progress, she realized that the plan she had made off the spot was now falling through its many holes, focusing on a fine point to Theo's unfortunate circumstances.
He had fell on the greasy concrete flooring in the critical moment that he was suppose to dodge out of the way, dooming Theo to be a flat paste of meat in a matter of moments.
There were two options for Carmina to make in those crucial options: she could leave Theo to die and remain the sole survivor of every single one of missions as she has always lived, or she could bet on a one-in-a-million chance to save him.
No matter what horrid catastrophe befell her, Carmina would always be the single person that held out.
After all, her title had always been 'The Lonesome Remains,' always outliving others to only remain so lonely.
Carmina half-heartedly reasoned inside her brain, 'I can't save him, it was his choice to follow my lead after all. It's not my fault he was dragged into this, nor is it my responsibility to cover for him. In fact, it was Alex who was the person that got him into this, so where is he to help Theo with all his stuff here? But...'
Another keyword here, "but."
No matter what kind of logic was running in her brain to cut off any guilt to leaving Theo to die, Carmina just couldn't help but at least try to save him.
Maybe Carmina was just fed up with all the deaths and endings she had seen or maybe she was simply human, but whatever it was had been the only thing Carmina needed to act upon it.
Suddenly, as though her body had adapted to her desire, Carmina's right arm began to elongate and develop in depth like it were borrowed from an olympic thrower's arm, with her legs and back growing to be a sturdy support for her imbalanced weight.
That was her ability to adapt, or to be more specific, her name's ability to reproduce cells at a frightening rate.
It was simple in function, but very broad in possibilities.
Diseases were next to none as the one in a trillion cell that holds the combatant ability to go against viruses could be multiplied much faster than bacteria, wounds are clotted and healed in minutes from the sheer amount of healing cells, senses are focused enough to spot Waldo in a matter of seconds---Carmina's survivability is next to none compared to normal humans.
But the most important capability of her name is to modify her body in order to fit the situation to her utmost benefit, and although it had always been an unconscious function of her name, Carmina began utilizing it to a conscious level.
Realizing that her skinny body was not enough, Carmina began sacrificing muscle mass in useless body parts like her left arm or butt in order to push it all into this one throw. Throbbing pain ached all over her body, but Carmina thought none of it as she arched her back In order to prepare a throw of her dagger.
Tensing each and every fiber in her muscles, Carmina counted the valuable seconds that went by the longer she put effort into this one throw.
One second in and her hyper-aware brain stressed her eyes to analyze the monstrous pig's thinnest and most vital spot to strike at.
Two seconds in and Carmina took in all the air her lungs could muster.
Three seconds in and her skin paled to focus all her blood into her muscles.
Four seconds in and it marked the monstrous pig's neck.
'Have at it you pig bastard!' Carmina screamed in her mind as her body slung forward with enough force to crack the concrete beneath, shooting forth the dagger like a bullet and slicing through the monstrous pig's neck as though it were tofu.