The scene smoothly transitioned again to Risa, who was now standing in front of Izanami, awaiting her answer. The room was filled with an oppressive silence as Risa's eyes bore into Izanami, who stood defiantly before her.
"I await your answer, girl." Risa said, her voice dripped with menace.
Izanami met Risa's gaze with cold and unyielding resolve.
"Fuck.." Izanami muttered, her arms tried reaching something on her convenient belt.
Hearing Izanami uttered a disrespectful word in front of the Matriach, her special forces men moved intimidatingly to aim their weapons at Izanami in unison.
"Off.." Izanami's lips curled into smirk.
Risa's respond to Izanami's disrespectful words and stubbornness was a devilish smile crept on her face.
Feeling displeased yet entertained towards Izanami's stubborn and defiant responses, she couldn't help but let out a villainous laugh.
"God, you remind me of someone." Risa remarked while laughing like an entertained villain.
Suddenly...
"I've had enough of this." Rakshesha hissed, stepping forward, her blades gleamed.
Izanami turned to face Rakshesha, her expression cold, unyielding and was expecting a fight from her former sister-in-arms.
Rakshesha swiftly lunged at Izanami, her blades flashing. The two clashed in a flurry of steel and speed, each movement precise and deadly.
As they fought, the Matriach's trained special forces men closed in, their weapons ready. The bomb maker's suite erupted into chaos as Izanami defended herself against both Rakshesha and Risa's special forces men, her movements flawless, blend of agility and lethal precision.
"Capture her!" One of the men shouted, lunging at Izanami.
Izanami sidestepped and struck back, disarming him in a fluid motion.
"You're all wasting your time." She muttered, blocking another attack from Rakshesha.
Rakshesha's rage-fueled attacks grew more desperate, her jealousy and hatred blinding her to Izanami's superior tactics.
"I'd rather kill you than join us!" Rakshesha screamed, her voice filled with wrath and hatred.
"You're letting your emotions control you, sister." Izanami mocked her and parried another strike from her.
The special forces men attacked in coordinated wave, their training evident in their precise movements. Izanami and Rakshesha found themselves back-to-back at one point, fending off the relentless assault. Izanami's blade flashed as she deflected a strike from one soldier and delivered a lethal counter.
Rakshesha, driven by her jealousy and hatred, fought fiercely, her blades cutting through the air with deadly intent.
"Izanami, this is the end for you!" Rakshesha screamed again, more driven by her negative emotions.
"You wish, false Queenswoman." Izanami retorted, blocking a blow from a special forces man and delivering a swift kick to his chest, sending him sprawling.
Seeing an opening, Izanami grabbed something on her convenient belt and hurled a smoke bomb to the ground.
A thick cloud of smoke enveloped the suite, causing Rakshesha and the special forces men to cough and stagger back.
"Fan out! Don't let her escape!" One of the special forces barked.
"She's fast, but we're faster. Move!" Another shouted through the haze.
The special forces men moved quickly, attempting to surround Izanami, but she was already in motion, slipping through the cracks with the speed and grace of a phantom. Her escape was flawless, like a shadow disappearing into the night.
"Find that cunt! Don't let her escape!" Rakshesha's voice cut through the chaos and fog, sharp and angry.
As the smoke began to clear, Izanami was already gone, leaving Rakshesha simmering with frustration, rage and hatred. Her resentment towards Izanami intensifying with each passing moment.
Izanami's defiance and swift, flawless escape left a mark in Matriach's heart. Instead of seething of anger and dissatisfaction, she felt as if her own daughter outrightly rejected her affection and love.
Surprisingly, Risa Rourke remained firm and calm, her composure unwavered during the fight between Izanami and Rakshesha, with the additional help from her men.