(Quintiles 29, 59 / 6:02PM)

(Ryan) Swords aren’t going to save you, bitch.

Ryan’s head didn’t get chopped off.

(Luna) Are you using a blessing?

(Ryan) Maybe. Maybe not…

Ryan allowed himself to be hit with the blade, letting his neck follow the motion of the blade. Because Luna used a good amount of her right arm to push forth her blade, in return, it caused Ryan’s neck to almost extend like rubber, his neck looking like a slingshot as her blade didn’t look like she beheaded him.

With a quick motion, Ryan sprung his neck back into place, making Luna’s blade flinch.

Barely handling the motion of Ryan’s rubber neck, Luna took a couple of steps back as she examined Ryan head to toe, her eyes glancing at what used to be human as she let out a sigh.

(Luna’s thoughts) He is using a blessing, but what type? Is he using a defense-support blessing? Or something else…

Ryan then steadied himself, digging his feet onto the wooden floor as he tried to find a home base to leap off of. Eyeing the woman, Ryan jumped towards Luna who had her blades on defense, her left sword twirling clockwise and her right sword twirling counterclockwise.

Seeing the defense that Luna made, Ryan had his left foot touch the floor, and with a simple thrust, he directed his body to go right, moving to Luna’s left side.

(Ryan) Gum…

Extending his arm towards Luna, he clenched his right fist of a punch. In slow motion, he thrust his entire arm like rubber toward Luna, who happened to keep too much guard on her front. Seeing the extended punch coming at her from her left side, she didn’t have much time to defend, but she did have time for something.

As the fist was about to collide, Luna took a step back, barely managing to dodge the incoming punch coming from Ryan. Seeing Ryan’s arm right there in front of her, Luna already had her left sword on standby. Putting a good amount of strength into the blade, she sent it straight down onto Ryan’s right arm.

(Luna) RAAARR!!

Luna pushed her vocals to let out a shrieking roar, her body shaking violently. Despite this, her blade made contact with his arm, the blade barely managing to—

Be sent straight down to the ground, with the arm bending with the blade.

(Luna) Are you fucking kidding me?!

Ryan let out a devilish smirk as Luna’s eyes widened by the unfortunate attempts to cut his body. With veins bulging out of her forehead and neck, she sharpened her eyes towards Ryan who happened to pull back his arm with utmost ease.

(Ryan) Like I said, you can’t cut me.

(Luna) God damn it! Can’t you just die like you’re supposed to!?

(Ryan) Hehe … then go ahead! Give it your best shot!

Luna tapped a button on both swords with her thumb, causing the twin-bladed double-edged swords to pop back into their black battens. As the swords were encased in the battens, she holstered both of them on her pants, placing them right in the center of her back.

Ryan, who pushed himself with his right foot, decided to spin his body to give himself more momentum, his accuracy subpar as it looked as if a bullet was coming at her.

(Luna’s thoughts) Guess I have no choice huh? Resorting back to the old ways.

Clenching both of her fists tightly, she put her hands up as her knuckles were riddled with bits of dried blood and tar. Followed by the little creases that showcased her palms, it was covered in calluses and bruises, small red rashes appearing on her fingertips.

Pushing herself yet again for the third time, Luna saw that instead of any fancy tricks or jumps from the left or right, Ryan was heading straight for her.

(Ryan) You’re fists! Let’s see who’s stronger!

With the world slowed, Luna used most of her strength to steady her hand, focusing her eyes on Ryan who got closer to her. Getting in the right position, she then thrust her first straight at the zompire human, her eyes focusing solely on his face etching closer and closer.

Ryan had his arm extended, but not charging it forward, but had it pulled back like a slingshot. Similar to a slingshot, he used all his strength to thrust a large amount of inertia and momentum outwards, as he managed to close the distance between him and Luna.

(Ryan) Gum Gum.

(Luna) Eat knuckle!

Luna managed to land the first hit on Ryan in terms of speed, his momentum punch backfiring horribly. Having her fist on Ryan’s face, she then used an absurd amount of strength to push Ryan’s nose into his brain.

But Ryan didn’t want to let his punch go to waste.

Even when his face was slowly crumbling from the inside, he managed to thrust himself the momentum punch that he was storing up for, his target being Luna’s wide-open face.

Just as Ryan was sent flying, his first landed directly at Luna’s right cheek. Luna slowly gritted her teeth as the abnormal pulsating strength caused her to lose her grip on the wooden floor.

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And then Ryan flew towards a damaged wood wall, crashing onto it until the wall couldn’t sustain itself anymore. Leaving a big hole in the wall, Ryan’s body lay motionless as he landed on a patch of dirt near another building from the destroyed bar.

For Luna, she fell on her right hip, clenching her eyes shut. Caressing her right cheek, she used her right rough hand to smother the pain, until she felt a soft and squishy bruise right on her cheekbone.

(Luna’s thoughts) Shit! Do they have some incredible amount of strength or what?! Oh, fuck! Why is this so painful!?

Grinding her teeth intensely, her whole body tightened by the pain of Ryan’s punch, still caressing her right cheek.

(Luna) Where’s that goddamn blonde bitch when you need her?!

(Hope) You look horrible.

At long last, Hope was towering over Luna, making a smug grin as Luna remained on the floor massaging her cheek. Hope then put her hands onto her hips, tilting her head as she put a finger on her chin, despite her breathing ragged and irregular as sweat started to drip down to the floor.

(Hope) I wonder who could help you with that squishy bruise? There’s gotta be someone who has the blessing for you to be better.

(Luna) Don’t play dumb with me you dumb bitch! Hurry up and heal me!

Luna moved her body so that her knees were on the ground, her right hand still on the affected area. With veins bulging out of her forehead, Luna’s left hand clenched into a fist as her body began to shake as well.

(Hope) sighs … Fine.

Hope let go of her hands holding her hips and crouched down to get to an eye level where Luna was. Putting her right hand on Luna’s cheek, she closed her eyes as she let the flow of yellowish light flow into her.

The bright yellow light gave Luna a sense of relief, completely relaxing her body as the affected area slowly started to return to its normal state. Feeling the lightness of her body thereafter, Luna touched the area again, not feeling any squishiness.

(Hope) Aren’t you supposed to say thanks?

(Luna) It’s your job to heal dumbass, don’t make it seem as if I owe you.

(Hope) Whore.

(Luna) Bitch.

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Sweat trickled down all over Mile’s face, his hands shaking as he wielded two sawed-off shotguns in both his hands. His breath grew weary, followed by his groggy eyes barely having them open as he focused on the half zompire.

The beast human zompire in question, put his arms to his sides, opening his palms so that Miles could see them. Out of the boy’s palms, several creatures started to pour off them.

(Mile’s thoughts) What the hell is up with these blessings!?

But the creatures were all the same species, a flying animal that had wings and the face of a mouse.

(Miles’s thoughts) How many bats does this asshole summon anyway?!

With a horde of bats surrounding and covering the boy, he extended his arm as he pointed his finger at Miles, his frail and brittle finger as white as snow. In a blink of an eye, six to eight bats bared their teeth towards Miles, the speed of their wings flapping the Kepputhan air as they reached the speed of no return.

(Cameron???) Hahaha … Let’s see if you could dodge this!

Flipping his arms towards the horde of bats, Miles steadied his feet placidly, placing his right foot more farther away from his body. His legs started to quiver as the wooden floorboards creaked under the pressure of his body weight.

At the right moment, Miles shot the sawed shotgun in his left hand, hitting a couple of bats as the shell sprayed the horde. Recalling his left arm back, Miles then used his right leg to spring himself to the side to avoid the incoming horde.

Lunging to his side, Miles landed on his back as the four to six horde of bats were still locked on him. Despite his back hitting the wooden floor hard, he ignored the pain as he steadily aimed at an angle.

(Miles) Bullseye!

Pulling the trigger to his right hand, Miles' hand felt the vibrations of the recoil coming off his gun, the shockwaves harassing his blood streams that caused his hand to go numb for a split second. With the shell splitting up, it landed many direct hits toward the bats, hitting most of the horde in one shot.

But Miles noticed that his back was to a corner.

(Miles’s thoughts) Shit! I should get to the center—

Dozens of bats charged straight for him.

Seeing the many white fangs and saliva that came out of the bat's mouths, Miles extended both of his hands towards the horde, placing his fingers on both the gun’s triggers.

He clicked the trigger yet nothing came out.

(Miles) Fuck, my ammo!

With the hoard of bats closing in, Miles walked back towards a corner, his face pale as his legs started to quake. Still wielding his guns, he threw them toward his feet quickly, the guns hitting the wooden floor with enough force that it caused a big dent.

Putting both his arms to cover his face, Miles looked directly at Cameron, his eyes focused as he steadied his breathing.

A bluish dome appears right in front of the bats.

(Miles’s thoughts) Shit, that was close…

With a dome protecting Miles like a shield…

The bats still went off their way to try to break the dome, bashing their bodies against the bluish shield.

(Miles’s thoughts) Damnit! Come on Miles … push them back!

Despite the shield being nearly as hard as a diamond, the dome started to shrink as Miles’s arms started to shake violently under the weight of the push. Clenching his teeth as if he wanted to break them, his eyes began to turn red, making his vision blurry as the pulsating vibrations from the shield slowly started to put strain on his body.

(Miles’s thoughts) Why isn’t Luke helping me out!? Damn it, anyone! Even Jack for Christ's sake!

The vibrations of the bats continued to bash the shrinking dome, with the dome inches away from Miles’s face and arms. His feet were on the verge of buckling, as his arms were about to give into the temptation of releasing. The more he thought of the idea of letting go, the more his strength started to fade away faster.

(Mile’s thoughts) I just … I just … I can’t die now!

(??? in Miles’s thoughts) Save me! Save me Miles!

The sounds of a heavy machine gun can be heard.

In a rain of bullets, the metallic spray of gunpowder and smoke painted the bluish dome with red blood, and many pieces of bat splattered all around Miles’s area. Feeling the weight of the horde of bats diminishing, Miles quickly let go of his blessing, pulling back the bluish particles into his hands as he fell back to the wall with sweat pouring down from his cheeks.

Turning his direction to the rain of bullets, Miles saw a short and bulky shark-human, pointing his gun towards the beast human zompire boy. Even though the shark-human’s stance was seen to be calm and chalant, the man’s body wasn’t in the best shape as his breathing was raspy with blood trickling down from his forehead.

(Miles) About … pants … fucking time … come on Benn, finish him…

Ignoring Miles, Benn carefully held the heavy machine gun as he aimed down the sights with his right eye. Finger on the trigger as the barrel let loose once more, he felt the recoil shake his right arm and left hand, the bullets rapidly coming out of the barrel as they targeted the boy head-on.

(Cameron???) Foolish.

Placing both his right hand and left hand upwards, Cameron unleashed another horde of bats that came out of his palms. Pointing his right finger yet again, the horde of bats charged towards Benn, with the horde being in the crossfire as the gunsmoke and metal clashed with the bat’s little bodies.

And this created a perfect opportunity.

(Miles’s thoughts) Thanks, Benn.

Using whatever bit of strength he had, he pushed it all towards his right hand, his right arm shaking uncontrollably as he steadied his legs that barely kept him up. Swinging his right arm, a bluish-see-through wall sprung out towards Cameron, his teeth grinding against one another as his forehead and neck showed strained veins.

Cameron, who was busy dealing with Benn’s heavy machine gun bullets, saw from his peripheral vision the bluish shield coming towards him. Stopping his bats, he aimed his right hand towards Miles—

(Cameron???) Oh my…

Once Cameron was about to push his right hand forward, the bluish shield came into contact with him, pushing him back several feet. Landing right near where Ryan was, he lay on the debris as his head pulled a 180 twist.

Meanwhile, Miles collapsed onto himself, the weight of all of his strength now loose as he had his face on the dirty wooden floorboard.