"I can't watch you die now!" Feya shouted to Hickson, who was trying to grab Kalè while ducking from Olao's incoming hand aimed at her neck.
"But more importantly, this impudent, lowly Rite tribesman is quite full of himself, isn't he?" Feya glared menacingly at Olao, a grin spreading across his face as he stepped on Olao's chest, who looked up in horror.
In an instant, Feya grabbed Olao's arm and began to pull it slowly but forcefully, a sickening sound echoing in the air as Olao's joint dislocated.
"Tell me, a young man from the Rite tribe, how is Kinkinji doing these days?" Feya questioned calmly, still grinning as he ripped Olao's arm away.
Meanwhile, Kalè watched in horror as the sickening sound of the severed limb flew through the air, a gruesome sight as Olao screamed. Feya's mocking laughter harmonized eerily with Olao's cries.
"What is going on here?!" she thought in fear, horrified by the dark blood streaming from Olao's severed arm.
"Go on, I'm asking you questions, a young lad of the Rite tribe!" Feya said coldly, stopping his mischief for a moment.
He ripped off Olao's second arm, doing so with casual cruelty, savoring each moment to heighten Olao's torment.
Olao screamed in terror, the pain becoming unbearable as he writhed in agony under the torment inflicted by Feya, a creature unlike any he had faced before.
"Who are you?!" Olao gasped, his voice laced with desperation.
Feya snapped his head around to look at Olao.
"For an arrogant lad, you're quite a worthless demented crisis!" he said, holding up Olao's severed head, glaring coldly at it.
"Then again, this could be a pathway to bringing him out!" Feya thought while grinning as he crushed Olao's head in his hands.
He was aware that the Rite tribe among the inns never let the loss of a member go unpunished, always springing forth for revenge like a swarm of moths drawn to light.
Meanwhile, Kalè looked on as Feya's hand dripped with black blood, rushing down as he casually stood there, chuckling like a maniac.
"This is bad!" she thought, realizing she would be his next target after helping Hickson regain a bit of control last night.
"Very bad!" Her heart skipped a beat.
She was aware that she had only one piece of clothing covering her chest to her upper abdomen and another piece covering her thighs. Her lighter was almost out.
Then she met Feya's gaze as he smiled at her creepily, his eyes wide open like a maniac.
"I have no option but to fight," she thought, glaring back at him defiantly, refusing to show her fear.
Feya walked toward Kalè slowly, still smiling. "Though she intrigues me, I can't let her live! She has to go!"
Just then, Feya's eyes widened as he saw Akin tapping Kalè's shoulder, glaring at him menacingly.
"Thanks, ghost girl! But this is my battle to fight!" Akin said coldly, his rage barely contained.
"After all, I owe him a lot of payback!" Akin concluded.
"Hold on, vengeance, huh? I love that young lad. Isn't it a beautiful feeling? The burning sensation, as if it could almost be tasted!" Feya said excitedly, grinning at Akin.
"But wait, here is the catch!"
"I'm not the only one you can direct your anger at. After all, I'm just a messenger of Kinkinji!" Feya's tone turned serious as his grin began to fade.
"Though I despise his existence, using him as a means to reach and simultaneously distract Kinkinji doesn't seem like a bad idea," Feya thought.
Aware kinkinji loved battle and individual like akin, he glared at Akin, who was walking toward him with an intensity that pricked at his senses.
"Whether Kinkinji, you, or any of you damn inns... all I know is this is the end for all of you!" Akin's voice deepened as he glared at Hickson's body, possessed by an inn, fueling his emotions.
"I like that!" Feya exclaimed excitedly, his eyes gleaming with thrill. "That's if you can!"
The fighting began between them as Akin turned to see how fast Feya was.
"Tsk! Way too fast," Akin thought, just before being sent flying by a punch. He barely registered Feya kicking him from behind in the gut, sending him crashing into multiple trees.
Meanwhile, Feya noticed Kalè above him, her leg poised to kick him from above.
"Too bad, young lady!" Feya exclaimed, swiftly grabbing Kalè's leg, and swirling her around before tossing her with brutal force into the distance, knocking down trees in her wake.
Akin and Kalè struggled to get up. Akin bled from his mouth and nose, while Kalè had blood streaming from her forehead and a split lip.
Despite their injuries, they managed to rise and team up against Feya, who stood in the middle, unfazed, casually dodging and blocking their punches, as if toying with them.
"Not yet!" Akin thought, rage brewing within him as he realized he couldn't seem to hurt Hickson's body.
He knew he needed to find a soft spot and the perfect moment to immobilize Feya as Kalè gestures to him to immobilize him.
Just then, Feya elbowed Akin in the face, sending him crashing into a cluster of trees like a ping-pong ball.
Then he grabbed Kalè by the face, dragging her across the ground, causing cracks to form beneath her and then flung her into the air.
Feya, aware of Akin's hesitation not to hurt his friend, grinned, deepening his hatred for Akin.
"You two are very weak; it's pathetic to watch! Not even. It hurts watching you both," Feya coldly remarked as he watched Kalè descend from the sky.
"Then again, what should I expect from an inn that strangely has a human body?" Feya sneered as Kalè hit the ground with a brutal crack, knocking her out.
"And you!" Feya stepped on Akin's chest, pushing down as Akin screamed in agony.
"If you're screaming like this from just me pressing my foot on you without effort, how are you going to kill us all?" He taunted, watching in disgust as Akin writhed in pain.
"Then again, I should start by killing you, as fulfilling your wish." He whispered into Akin's ear, grinning.
As he was about to press his foot against Akin's chest with the slightest effort to crush it, Feya's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of a hot sword resting against his neck.
A hot tingle ran down his skin, and a cold and emotionless voice devoid of warmth addressed him.
"You're all under arrest!"