The forces of the barracks were gradually succumbing, victims of the effective collaboration between the Zura clan and the leader's soldiers. The dispute was unequivocally tilting, and the clan, up to that moment, had not needed to summon the members of its main lineage to the battle. However, among the soldiers resisting with remarkable tenacity, one individual stood out: Miguel.
"Gagagagagaga! Let's go, Kritina!"
"Uhhhhh!"
Only one hour had passed since the start of the combat, and by then, Miguel had already taken down 27 enemies. The power of his cuts was astonishing, reaching the impressive mark of 88. Even the chief of the secondary lineage was struggling to overcome him, unable to predict and contain the ferocity of his attacks.
'Why did this have to happen to me? I could be at home resting while eating mangoes. Ah! Damn!'
"The blood of the Zura clan is truly delicious. Kritina?"
"Yeeeaaaahhhhh!"
"Yes. Want more? Let's have more!!!"
"Giiiiiiihhhh!"
'We've already lost 7 of ours because of this psycho. And he's really scary!'
The members of the secondary lineage had the gift of fire, but their strength was not extraordinary. They were equivalent to an ordinary soldier without special abilities, controlling only their aura.
Among the living, there was one capable of shooting fireballs, another specialized in healing and resistance, but their effects were limited. Only the chief of the secondary lineage presented any possibility of facing Miguel.
Kata's plan consisted of using the resilient members as a shield, while those with fire abilities would cause damage. The strategy involved taking advantage of available healing to compensate for any downturn.
Kata hoped that, by prolonging the battle, the members of the main lineage would eventually come into play, but she was mistaken. Even in trying to extend the conflict, Miguel's strength was overwhelming. The resilient, like the others, failed to perceive Miguel's true evolution.
As Miguel's cuts became more lethal, something new manifested in his ability. Wielding the sword stained with the blood of fallen enemies, it came to life, moaning in unknown voices, echoing the laments of those who fell on the battlefield.
"Blood Sea Slash!" said Miguel, his voice cutting through the battlefield's sounds. As he swung the sword stained with the blood of enemies.
Miguel's attack caused a spill of blood on the fighters in front of him. Interestingly, it didn't cause immediate damage upon contact, but something peculiar happened.
"Burn!"
"glugluglugluglu!"
The blood boiled in the bodies of the resilient like water in a pot, the heat intensifying until everyone screamed in pain.
"What is this?" asked Kata.
All members of the secondary lineage were overtaken by concern. Simultaneously, their ears were flooded by the incessant moan of the sword.
— Bloody Pine cones!
The blood in the bodies of the resilient turned into spikes, piercing them and causing their immediate deaths.
"Shoot him!" shouted Kata.
Numerous fireballs were launched at Miguel, but their effectiveness was nil in the face of the incredible dexterity of the bloody moaner's psycho sword.
"Useless. So, Kritina. How was your first time?"
"I! I! I! I! I!" Kritina shouted multiple times and moaning.
"I understand, Kritina. I got it!"
Kata realized that the battle was lost. The resistance of the members of the secondary lineage proved insufficient against Miguel's ability and the sinister evolution of his sword.
"Listen, kids. I'll buy time. Take this chance to escape."
"But chief, if we run away, we'll be killed," said one of the girls, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear.
"I know, but run."
"Chief, we'll fight to the death," shouted the boy.
"Yes, let's fight with the chief."
"That's right. Let's go to the end."
Everyone was agreeing with each other, but…
"Shut up! I won't die, but you need to run. Dying in vain fighting by my side."
"But chief."
"Go. I will win," she said convincingly.
In the clan, the secondary lineage was notoriously the most united, largely due to the exceptional chief who always supported them unconditionally. Although everyone knew she didn't have the strength to win on her own, her presence and inspiring words instigated the belief and determination of her members.
A wave of despair took over, and tears and racing hearts drove everyone in a frenzied run. Leaving their chief behind was an agonizing decision, but everyone was firm and determined. The unity that characterized the secondary lineage of the clan was being put to the test, and as they moved away from the battlefield.
'Our chief will win!'
"You guys are really idiots."
"Idiots! Idiots!"
All the students froze, feeling a shiver of fear in the imposing presence of those individuals. Each member of the clan carried deep knowledge about these mysterious women. Even without having seen them before, they instantly recognized who they were.
The crossfire twin sisters. That was the nickname they were known by, as they were absolutely identical. Two women who proudly held the second position among the most attractive in the clan. Their reputation, not only for beauty but also for skill and dexterity in the arts of fire. Respect and fear mixed when the crossfire twin sisters entered the scene.
"Sorry to tell you, but you're going to die."
"Die! Die! Die!"
With red skin, blue eyes, and curly hair the color of the sky, the crossfire twin sisters hypnotized men who longed for their company.
Their exotic beauty was a manifestation of unique features, from skin that evoked the heat of fire to eyes that reflected the depth of the sky. Their curly hair, a cascade of celestial shades, added a touch of elegance to their presence.
However, this beauty was a curtain that hid the dangerous reality behind them. All members of the secondary lineage who dared to flee found the shadow of death lurking.