Alisha's heart pounded like a drum, its erratic rhythm a sharp contrast to the oppressive silence of the village. She felt the weight of Missy's small hand clutching hers, a reminder of the innocent life depending on her. She wanted to avoid a fight. Desperately. But as she stood before Jack and Zamazo, their overpowering presence suffocating the very air around them, she knew escape was no longer an option.
"I'll protect you, Missy," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly as divine energy began to stir within her. She tightened her grip on the girl's hand before releasing it, gently nudging her back. "Stay behind me. Whatever happens, don't come forward."
Jack's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "Do you really think you can fight us alone?" he asked, his tone almost playful, though his eyes glinted with predatory amusement. "You won't last a second."
