Previously in Kiss of the vampire

As they pressed deeper into the fray, Deyviel felt the heat of the Red Queen pulsing in his hands, its power resonating with his determination. He could sense the energy of the city around him, the vibrant life of Shinjuku contrasting sharply with the darkness that Balthazar had unleashed.

Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed ahead, and Deyviel's heart sank as he recognized the familiar figure of Balthazar, flanked by a horde of vampires. "You think you can defeat me in my own city?" Balthazar taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You’re nothing but insects to be crushed!"

"Heh, like what you did to your clan 20 years ago? Evan chime in, and Balthazar's eyes narrowed.

"Ow, it's you, my boy Ethan. Muwahahahaha, long time no see?! You all grown up!" He said while laughing.

"You know this guy?" Denver asked.

"Yeah, I know him so well," his eyes fill with rage.Deyviel, you guys go a head; I'll handle this freak," Ethan said, and he grabbed his spear and infused it with ki."Now you die right here right now!Ethan added and pointed his spear at Balthazar, and Balthazar just smiled and spoke.

"Alright, just don't die you, Morron," as Deyviel said, grabs Ghelle's arm, and they run with the rest of the black knights. To the extraction point. And Mizuno stayed to deal with the weak vampires.

"Hey Cap, are you sure you can handle him? Mizuno asked while reading himself to fight the vampires.

"Yeah, just focus on them and let me deal with this guy," he ordered.

"Copy," as Mizuno replied, he lounged forward to the rest of the vampires.

"Oh my dear boy Ethan, why can't you just accept what happened back then and move on in life instead of going on this petty revenge of yours?Balthazar said with a mocking grin.

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission fourteen: The Price of Vengeance (Shinjuku incident)

"What?! You calling this a petty revenge?! You monster!!!! This isn't just a petty revenge; this is pure rage!!! You murderer! I won't stop until I separate that head of yours from your neck, "Ethan shouted. As he said, Ethan memory flashes, and we can see a young Ethan. With his mom, They my beautiful boy, how are you? Go and play there with your cousins," Erica Miranda Allen said. "Yes, mom! Ethan happily answers and runs towards his cousins and plays catch.

As he runs and plays, his mom and dad are with someone and have a heated argument. "But big sister! I'm sorry, big sister, but this is the last chance they can give you," Erica's little brother said with a grim expression.

As Ethan's dad narrowed his eye and spoke, "So your with them now?! Heh, what a petty!" as Barry (Ethan's dad) said that. We can hear screams and large explosions. And Ethan's head snaps back at the direction of his mom and dad's location, and his eyes widen. He saw them fall down, and blood is spewing all around the glass room.

As he's about to shout and run back to his parents, one of their maids runs and grabs him. "Go save the young master! I'll hold him off the butler with a white beard, he said as he unsheathed his long sword and charged towards the attacker. As they run past all of the people (their relatives) who's holding the hord of vampires for them to escape the mansion, one of them shouted, "No one past us! Protect the young master with your life!"As he said, they're slowly getting overwhelmed. As Ethan cries while they gain distance from the mansion. But when they thought they got away, suddenly something hit them and they fell and rolled down the hill. But at the nick of time, his maid threw him at a bush so he's not got hurt. And his maid got up and fought the two figures, but her effort was in vain because she's outmatched by the two vampires, and as she draws her last breath, she smiles and says, "Leave my dear master, Ethan. And the other vampire grabs her and drinks all her blood. But before the vampire finished his drinking, someone landed and punched them so hard that their upper bodies got destroyed. And the man spoke. "Oh boy, I thought it was late. You ok, boy, the mysterious man said as he stood up and light illuminated his face. We can see a handsome and younger General McDougal saying, offering Ethan his hand, and he hesitantly took it. As they walk away from the gruesome scene, we can hear McDougal ask him, "Have a name?"

"Ethan," he replied.

"You had a nice name, boy, he said, as we can see in the distance the mansion was destroyed.

The memory faded, leaving Ethan trembling with rage, his grip tightening around the spear. The echoes of that night haunted him, the screams of his family, and the blood-soaked remnants of his childhood are still fresh in his mind. Balthazar's laughter cut through the air like a knife, and Ethan's heart raced with the weight of his past.

"You'll not get past me. We're going to settle things here and now. One on one,Ethan said.

Balthazar's grin widened, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the dim light of the city. "Oh, how delightful! A family reunion, just the two of us. But tell me, Ethan, do you really think you can defeat me? You’re just a child playing with toys," he sneered, gesturing dismissively at the spear in Ethan's hands.

Ethan's eyes blazed with fury, the memories of his family's slaughter fueling his resolve. "I’m not a child anymore, Balthazar. I’ve trained for this moment. You took everything from me, and now it’s time for you to pay!" He stepped forward, ki enforcement surge through his body, making him twice as strong as before now with power coursing through him, igniting his spirit and sharpening his focus.

The air crackled with tension as Ethan and Balthazar faced off, the city of Shinjuku a chaotic backdrop to their confrontation. The vibrant lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced around them, mirroring the turmoil within Ethan's heart. He could feel the thunder spear in his hands, a reminder of the strength he had gained through years of training and loss.

With a fierce determination, Ethan lunged forward, the spear slicing through the air with a deadly grace. Balthazar, caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed, barely managed to sidestep the attack, the tip of the spear grazing his shoulder. A trickle of blood dripped down, and Balthazar's expression shifted from amusement to irritation.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, wiping the blood away with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "You think you can challenge me with such pathetic strength?"

Ethan's heart raced, but he refused to let Balthazar's words penetrate his resolve. "You underestimate me, just like you underestimated everyone else you’ve destroyed," he shot back, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "This time, I won’t let you escape."

With a fierce battle cry, Ethan charged again, channeling his ki into the spear. The weapon glowed with a brilliant light, crackling with energy as he thrust it forward. Balthazar's eyes widened in surprise, and he barely managed to conjure a barrier of dark energy just in time to deflect the blow. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and the ground beneath them trembled.

"You've grown stronger; I'll give you that," Balthazar admitted, his voice laced with grudging respect. "But strength alone won't save you. You lack the cunning to defeat me."

Ethan gritted his teeth, recalling the countless hours of training, the pain of loss, and the burning desire for vengeance that had fueled him. "I don’t need cunning. I have something you’ll never understand—justice!" He pivoted, using the momentum to swing the spear in a wide arc, aiming for Balthazar's legs.

Balthazar leaped back, narrowly avoiding the strike, but Ethan was relentless. He pressed the attack, each thrust and swing fueled by the memories of his family and the faces of those he had lost. The city around them faded into a blur, the sounds of battle and chaos drowned out by the roar of his heart.

"You think this is justice?" Balthazar sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is nothing but a child’s fantasy! You’re playing a game you can’t win!"

Ethan's eyes blazed with fury. "You’re wrong! This is my reality, and I will end your reign of terror!" He summoned every ounce of ki he had, feeling it surge through him like a raging storm. The spear pulsed with energy, and he launched himself at Balthazar once more, this time with a fierce determination that ignited the very air around him.

As he closed the distance, Balthazar's expression shifted from arrogance to alarm. He raised his hands, dark energy swirling around him as he prepared to unleash a devastating counterattack. But Ethan was faster. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove the spear forward, channeling all his rage and pain into that single moment.

The spear pierced through Balthazar's defenses, striking true. A blinding light erupted from the point of impact, illuminating the darkened streets of Shinjuku. Balthazar's eyes widened in shock as the energy consumed him, the darkness that had once surrounded him dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"No! This can't be!" Balthazar screamed, his voice filled with disbelief and rage. "I am eternal!"

Ethan stood firm, the spear glowing brightly in his hands, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. "Not anymore," he declared, his voice steady and resolute. "This is for my family, for everyone you’ve hurt. Your reign ends here!"

With a final surge of energy, Ethan unleashed the full power of the spear, the light engulfing Balthazar completely. The vampire's screams echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of the darkness that had plagued Ethan's life for so long. And then, with a brilliant flash, it was over.

As the light faded, Ethan stood panting, the weight of the battle settling over him. The city around him was still, the chaos of the fight replaced by an eerie silence. He felt the presence of his comrades nearby, their eyes wide with disbelief and awe.

Meanwhile, back in Denver, he's fighting a horde of vampires. And halfling (a weaker vampire), his movements fluid and precise as he dispatched the creatures with a combination of martial skill and ki-infused strikes. Each blow was a testament to his training, a reflection of the resolve that had brought him to this moment. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of battle, but Denver remained focused, his mind sharp and clear.

"Come on, you bloodsuckers! Is that all you've got?" he taunted, dodging a swipe from a halfling and countering with a swift kick that sent the creature sprawling. He could hear the distant echoes of Ethan's confrontation with Balthazar, the energy of their clash resonating through the city. It fueled his own determination, reminding him of the stakes at hand.

As he fought, Denver caught sight of Mizuno, who was holding his own against a group of vampires. The two exchanged a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment of their shared purpose. They were in this together, fighting not just for their own survival but for the memory of those who had fallen before them.

"Keep pushing them back!" Mizuno shouted, rallying as the QRF team arrived to help them. "We can't let them regroup!"

The tide of battle surged as the QRF team joined the fray, their presence igniting a renewed sense of hope among the defenders. Denver felt the adrenaline coursing through him, the thrill of combat mingling with the weight of their mission. He could see the determination in his comrades' eyes, each one fueled by the same desire to protect their city and avenge the fallen.

"Form up!" Denver shouted, rallying the team as they pushed forward against the horde of vampires. "We need to create a perimeter! Keep them from regrouping!"

Mizuno, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. "We need to cut off their escape routes. If we can trap them here, we can finish this once and for all!" As he said, they heard a loud explosion in the distance, and the three of them looked each other and Ethan shouted. "Denver!! Go help Deyviel bring some Q.R.F. members with you, hurry!! " He ordered, and Denver just nodded in agreement.

With a surge of adrenaline, Denver sprinted towards Deyviel, his heart pounding in his chest. The chaos of battle surrounded him, but his focus remained sharp. He could see Deyviel and Ghelle coordinating the extraction of their comrades, the urgency of the situation evident in their movements. As he turns into a corner, he can see the distraction caused by Deyviel and The Vampires fighting. As he walked through the alley, he saw a burning truck, a mysterious woman with a sharp sword, and a man lying down in his stomach, unconscious and bleeding.

Denver's instincts kicked in as he assessed the scene before him. The burning truck cast flickering shadows across the alley, illuminating the chaos that had erupted. The mysterious woman wielded her sword with grace, illuminated by the moonlight. She was engaged in a fierce battle with a pair of vampires, her movements fluid and precise, each swing of her blade cutting through the air with deadly intent.

Denver's heart raced as he took in the scene. The woman fought with a ferocity that was both captivating and terrifying, her sword dancing through the air as she dispatched one vampire after another. He could see the determination etched on her face, a reflection of the same resolve that fueled his own fight against the darkness.

But it was the man lying on the ground that drew his attention. He was unconscious, blood pooling around him, and Denver's instincts as he realized who was lying and bleeding it was Deyviel. He glanced back at the woman, who was now facing off against the last of the vampires in the alley. She was holding her own, but the odds were still against her.

"Hey!" The woman shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I’ll cover you! Get that guy out of here!"

Denver's heart raced as he processed the situation. Deyviel, his comrade and friend, lay bleeding on the ground, and the mysterious woman was holding off the remaining vampires. He couldn't waste any time.

"Got it!" he shouted back, determination surging through him. He sprinted toward Deyviel, his mind focused on getting him to safety. The woman continued to fend off the vampires, her sword flashing in the dim light as she dispatched the last of them with a swift, decisive strike.

As Denver reached Deyviel, he kneeled beside him, quickly assessing the wounds. Blood soaked through Deyviel's shirt, and his breathing was shallow. "Come on, Deyviel, stay with me!" Denver urged, shaking him gently. As he assessed Deyviel's condition, the mysterious woman stood beside him and spoke. "Here, give him this," she said, and give him a syringe with a mysterious liquid inside, and Denver asked, "What's inside? Is this safe.?" Denver calmly asked.

"It would help him heal quickly," she said, and Denver just nodded as he injected Deyviel with that weird syringe. His wounds slowly healed. And he sighed in relief as a man spoke behind him.

"Man, the hell happened to him; he looks like he's one of the last terms of his period," Mizuno said as he said that Denver head snapped back at him.

"Done there? Denver asks.

"Yeah, quite quickly, the Q.R.F. do a really lot of help cleaning those bastards," Mizuno replied.You'd kill quite a lot of vampires here. Good job, brother,he added. But Denver shakes his head and answers, "No, I'm not the one who killed them all. This woman. "As he turns and points at his back, the mysterious woman is no longer there.

Denver's heart raced as he scanned the alley, searching for any sign of the mysterious woman who had just saved Deyviel. The shadows danced around him, but she had vanished without a trace, leaving only the echoes of her fierce battle behind.

"Where did she go?" Mizuno asked, glancing around with a furrowed brow. "She was just here."

"I don't know," Denver replied, still kneeling beside Deyviel, who was still unconscious. "But she was incredible. If she hadn't shown up, I don't know what would have happened to this black head."

Meanwhile,

The night was thick with tension as Kliev's group sped through the streets of Shinjuku, the headlights of their vehicle cutting through the darkness. The wendigos, grotesque and ravenous, pursued them with an insatiable hunger, their howls echoing through the night like a haunting symphony of despair. Kliev gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he navigated the chaotic streets, weaving in and out of traffic to evade the monstrous creatures.

"Faster, Kliev! They’re gaining on us!" shouted Alicia.

Her voice laced with urgency as she glanced back at the rear window. The sight of the wendigos, their elongated limbs and sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight, sent a shiver down her spine.

"I’m going as fast as I can!" Kliev replied, his heart racing. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, heightening his senses as he focused on the road ahead. "We need to find a place to lose them!"

Beside him, Andrew was loading his weapon, a determined look on his face. "We can’t keep running forever. We need to fight back!" He glanced at Alicia, who was clutching a small crossbow, her eyes filled with resolve. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I’ll ever be," Alicia replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "Just give me a clear shot."

As they rounded a corner, Kliev spotted an abandoned warehouse up ahead. "There! We can take shelter in there!" he shouted, pointing toward the building. "We can regroup and plan our next move."

With a sharp turn, Kliev veered the car toward the warehouse, the tires screech against the pavement. The wendigos were relentless, their howls growing louder as they closed in. Kliev slammed the brakes, and the vehicle skidded to a halt just outside the entrance.

Go! Go! "Cymac yelled, flinging open the door and jumping out. Alicia followed suit, her crossbow at the ready as they sprinted toward the entrance of the warehouse. Kliev was right behind them, his heart pounding as he glanced back to see the wendigos barreling toward them, their eyes glowing with a predatory hunger.

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Inside the warehouse, the air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. Shadows loomed in every corner, and the sound of their footsteps echoed ominously. Kliev quickly scanned the area, searching for anything they could use as a weapon or a means of defense.

"Over there!" Yumi pointed to a stack of wooden crates in the corner. "We can use those to barricade the entrance! You guys, Ghelle, Micah, and Ronna Kylie, hide there; don't move there until we say it's safe." She ordered them, and Ghelle and the others just nodded in unison.

As they hurried to move the crates, Andrew kept watch at the entrance, his weapon trained on the darkness outside. "Hurry! They’re almost here!" he urged, his voice tense.

With a final push, they managed to stack the crates against the door, creating a makeshift barrier. Kliev took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "What now?" he asked, glancing at his companions.

"We need to find a way to fight them off," Cymac said, his eyes scanning the warehouse for anything useful. "There has to be something here we can use."

Alicia nodded, his mind racing. "If we can lure them in, we can set a trap. I can use my crossbow to take out the first one that comes through."

Kliev’s eyes lit up with an idea. "What if we create a distraction? There might be something we can use to make noise and draw them in."

As they searched the warehouse, Kliev spotted a pile of old metal pipes in the corner. "These could work!" he exclaimed, grabbing a couple of them. "We can bang them together to make noise and lure them inside."

Cymac nodded, unsheathed his large axe for himself. "Let’s do it. We need to be quick."

With a plan in place, they positioned themselves near the entrance, ready to execute their strategy. Kliev and Andrew began to bang the pipes together, creating a loud clanging noise that echoed through the warehouse.

"Come on, you ugly bastards!" Kliev shouted, his voice filled with bravado. "Over here!"

The wendigos, drawn by the sound, paused in their pursuit, their heads snapping toward the warehouse. With a collective howl, they charged toward the entrance, their eyes filled with a ravenous hunger.

"Get ready!" Yumi whispered, her heart racing as she aimed her crossbow at the entrance.

As the first wendigo burst through the door, Lila took a deep breath and released the bolt. It flew through the air, striking the creature in the chest with a sickening thud. The wendigo let out a pained howl.

The creature staggered back, clutching its chest as it fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The sight of its blood pooling on the floor sent a surge of adrenaline through Kliev and his companions. They knew they had to act fast before the others caught on to their trap.

"Keep firing!" Kliev shouted, his heart racing as he prepared for the next wave. Andrew and Alicia followed suit, unleashing a barrage of bolts and bullets at the approaching wendigos. The air was thick with tension, each shot echoing like a thunderclap in the dimly lit warehouse.

As the second wendigo lunged through the entrance, Cymac swung his axe with all his might, the blade connecting with the creature's neck. The wendigo's head flew off, landing with a sickening thud on the ground. The remaining wendigos hesitated, their instincts warning them of the danger that lay ahead.

"Now's our chance!" Yumi yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We need to push them back while we can!"

With renewed determination, Kliev and his team surged forward, using the makeshift barricade as cover. They fought with everything they had; their movements synchronized as they took down one wendigo after another. The warehouse became a battleground, filled with the sounds of clashing metal and the anguished cries of the creatures.

But just as they began to gain the upper hand, a chilling howl echoed through the night, sending shivers down their spines. From the shadows emerged a massive wendigo, larger and more menacing than the others. Its eyes glowed with a feral hunger, and its elongated limbs seemed to stretch impossibly long.

"That one looks different," Andrew said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need to be careful."

Kliev nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "We can’t let it intimidate us. We have to stick together!"

As the monstrous wendigo charged, Kliev raised his fist, ready to create a distraction. "On my mark!" he shouted, and the group braced themselves for the impending clash.

"Now!" Kliev yelled, banging the pipes together with all his strength. The loud clanging echoed through the warehouse, drawing the wendigo's attention. It paused, its glowing eyes fixated on Kliev, and in that moment, the team seized their opportunity.

Alicia fired another bolt, striking the creature in the shoulder. It roared in pain, but instead of retreating, it charged forward, its massive form barreling toward them.

"Get back!" Cymac shouted, swinging his axe in a wide arc to keep the creature at bay. The wendigo dodged, its speed surprising, and lunged at Cymac, claws outstretched.

In a split second, Kliev acted on instinct. He grabbed a nearby crate and hurled it at the wendigo, the impact momentarily stunning it. "Now! Hit it while it’s down!" he shouted.

The team rallied, launching their attacks with renewed vigor. Andrew fired his weapon, each shot finding its mark, while Yumi reloaded her crossbow, determination etched on her face. They fought as a cohesive unit, their fear replaced by a fierce resolve to survive.

The battle raged on, the warehouse echoing with the sounds of combat as Kliev and his team faced the monstrous wendigo. The creature, now enraged and wounded, thrashed about, its claws slashing through the air with deadly intent.

"Keep your distance!" Emily shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We need to wear it down!"

Rebecca, one of the twins, her heart pounding, took aim again. "I’ll try to hit its legs! If we can bring it down, we can finish this!" She steadied her breath and released another bolt, striking the wendigo in the thigh. The creature howled in pain, stumbling slightly but quickly regaining its footing.

Cymac, ever the warrior, charged forward, his axe raised high. "I’ll distract it! Get ready to strike!" He lunged at the wendigo, swinging his axe with all his might. The blade connected with the creature’s side, drawing a deep gash. The wendigo roared, its fury directed at Cymac as it swiped at him with its claws.

"Watch out!" Kliev yelled, but Cymac was already rolling to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

"Now!" Rachel shouted (the eldest of the twins), taking advantage of the distraction. She fired another bolt, this one aimed for the creature’s eye. The shot was true, and the wendigo let out a deafening scream, clawing at its face in agony.

"Keep it up!" Kliev encouraged, adrenaline surging through him. "We’re wearing it down!"

As the wendigo staggered, Kliev spotted a heavy metal pipe lying on the ground. He grabbed it, feeling the weight of it in his hands. "I’m going in!" he declared, charging toward the creature.

With a fierce battle cry, Kliev swung the pipe at the wendigo’s legs, hoping to knock it off balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his arms, but the wendigo barely flinched. It turned its attention back to Kliev, its eyes filled with rage.

"Get back!" Andrew shouted, firing another round into the creature’s chest. The bullets found their mark, but the wendigo continued to advance, its hunger insatiable.

"Fall back! We need to regroup!" Cymac yelled, retreating to the safety of the barricade. The team quickly followed suit, forming a defensive line as the wendigo pressed forward.

"Think, think!" Kliev muttered, his mind racing. "We need a plan. We can’t keep this up forever."

Emily, her eyes wide with determination, spoke up. "What if we lure it into the back of the warehouse? There’s a loading dock there. If we can trap it, we can finish it off!"

"Good idea!" Kliev replied, his heart racing. "We’ll need to create a diversion to draw it.

toward the back. Andrew, can you cover us while we set it up?"

"Absolutely," Andrew replied, reloading his weapon with a determined look. "Just give me a signal."

Kliev nodded, rallying the group. "Alright, here’s the plan. Cymac and I will create a distraction at the front. The rest of you, get ready to move to the back. When we draw it in, you’ll need to be quick."

As they prepared, Kliev felt a surge of adrenaline. The wendigo was relentless, and they needed to act fast. He glanced at his comrades, their faces a mix of fear and determination. They were in this together, and they would fight until the end.

"On my mark!" Kliev shouted, grabbing a couple of metal pipes and banging them together to create a loud clanging noise. The sound echoed through the warehouse, drawing the wendigo’s attention.

"Now!" Emily yelled, charging forward with her gun aim. The wendigo turned, its glowing eyes fixated on the two of them as it let out a chilling howl.

"Over here, you ugly beast!" Kliev taunted, waving the pipes in the air. The wendigo lunged at them, its claws outstretched, and Kliev and Cymac quickly dodged to the side.

"Go! Now!" Kliev shouted to the rest of the team, and they sprinted toward the back of the warehouse, hearts pounding in their chests.

As they reached the loading dock, Kliev and Cymac continued to draw the wendigo’s attention, leading it deeper into the warehouse. The creature was relentless, its claws slashing through the air as it pursued them.

"Keep it coming!" Cymac shouted, swinging his axe to keep the wendigo at bay. "We’re almost there!"

Kliev glanced back, seeing the wendigo gaining ground. "We need to move faster!" he urged, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"We'll grab it's attention," the twins said (Rebecca and Rachel).

"I'll cover you guys," Emily shouted, and she aimed again with her gun.

"Yumi! Shoot the other one!!" Kliev ordered.

Yumi nodded, her heart racing as she prepared her crossbow. "Got it!" she shouted, taking aim at the second wendigo that had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

As Kliev and Cymac continued to lead the first wendigo deeper into the warehouse, Yumi steadied her breath, focusing on her target. The creature was massive, its eyes glowing with a predatory hunger, but she refused to let fear take hold.

"Now!" Kliev yelled, and with a swift motion, Yumi released the bolt. It flew through the air, striking the second wendigo in the shoulder. The creature howled in pain, turning its attention toward Yumi, its eyes filled with rage.

"Perfect shot!" Cymac shouted, but they had no time to celebrate. The first wendigo was still hot on their heels, and they needed to act fast.

"Keep moving!" Kliev urged, leading Cymac toward the loading dock. They could hear the sounds of their comrades preparing for the final stand; the tension in the air was palpable.

As they reached the loading dock, Kliev quickly scanned the area for anything they could use to trap the wendigo. "We need to block the entrance!" he shouted, spotting a stack of heavy crates nearby. "Help me move these!"

Cymac nodded, and together they began to push the crates into position, creating a makeshift barrier. The wendigo was closing in, its claws scraping against the concrete floor as it lunged forward.

Meanwhile, Yumi and the twins were working together, firing bolts and bullets at the second wendigo, trying to keep it at bay. "We can’t let it get too close!" Rebecca shouted, her voice filled with urgency.

"Just keep shooting!" Rachel added, her hands steady as she reloaded her crossbow. "We need to buy Kliev and Cymac some time!"

As the first wendigo barreled toward them, Kliev and Cymac finished stacking the crates, creating a solid barrier. "Now!" Kliev yelled, and they both pushed against the crates, using all their strength to hold them in place.

The wendigo slammed into the barrier, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. "It’s not going to hold for long!" Cymac shouted, gritting his teeth as he braced himself against the crates.

"Just a little longer!" Kliev urged, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the creature’s rage radiating off of it, and he knew they had to act fast.

"Yumi! Get ready to fire again!" Kliev called out, glancing back at her. "We need to take it down before it breaks through!"

Yumi nodded, her eyes focused on the wendigo. "I’m ready!" she shouted, her crossbow aimed and steady.

As the wendigo continued to batter against the crates, Kliev felt the pressure mounting. "Now! Fire!" he yelled, and Yumi released another bolt, striking the creature in the chest.

The wendigo howled in pain, staggering back for a moment. "It’s working!" Kliev shouted, feeling a surge of hope. "Keep it up!"

But just as they thought they had the upper hand, the second wendigo charged forward, its eyes locked on Yumi and the twins. "Look out!" Andrew shouted, rushing to their side.

"Get back!" Kliev yelled, but it was too late. The second wendigo lunged, its claws outstretched, and Yumi barely had time to react.

In a split second, Cymac leaped forward, swinging his axe with all his might. The blade connected with the wendigo’s side, drawing a deep gash. The creature roared in pain, but it didn’t stop its advance.

"Fall back!" Kliev shouted, and the team quickly retreated, regrouping near the loading dock. They needed to come up with a new plan, and fast.

"How do we take them down?" Andrew asked, his voice tense as he kept his weapon trained on the approaching wendigos.

"We need to lure them into a trap," Kliev replied, his mind racing. "If we can get them both in the same area, we can hit them with everything we’ve got."

"Let’s use the crates!" Yumi suggested, her eyes lighting up with determination. "If we can create a narrow passage, we can funnel them in and hit them with a coordinated attack."

"Good idea!" Cymac agreed, glancing at the crates they had stacked. "We can use them to create a bottleneck."

"Alright, let’s do it!" Kliev said, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "We’ll set up the crates to create a narrow passageway. When they come through, we’ll unleash everything we have."

The team quickly got to work, moving the crates to form a funnel that would lead the wendigos into a confined space. Kliev and Cymac positioned themselves at the front, ready to engage the creatures as they approached.

"Yumi, Andrew, and the twins, get ready to fire as soon as they’re in range!" Kliev instructed, his heart racing with anticipation. "We need to time this perfectly."

As they finished setting up the trap, the wendigos were still prowling outside, their howls echoing through the warehouse. Kliev could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the moment pressing down on them.

"Here they come!" Andrew shouted, his eyes wide as he spotted the first wendigo charging toward the entrance.

"Get ready!" Kliev urged, gripping his weapon tightly. The first wendigo barreled through the doorway, its eyes filled with rage as it lunged at them.

"Now!" Kliev yelled, and the team unleashed a barrage of bolts and bullets, striking the creature from all sides. The wendigo howled in pain, staggering back as the second one followed closely behind.

"Keep firing!" Cymac shouted, swinging his axe at the first wendigo, trying to keep it at bay. The creature was relentless, but they had the advantage of numbers.

As the second wendigo entered the trap, Kliev shouted, "Now! Push them back!" The team worked together, using the crates as cover while they continued to fire at the wendigos.

The first wendigo lunged at Kliev, but he sidestepped just in time, swinging his ki-imbued weapon and striking it in the side that flung it away. The creature roared, its claws swiping through the air, but Kliev was already moving, dodging its attacks.

"Keep it together!" Kliev shouted, adrenaline surging through him as he fought to maintain his focus. The wendigos were fierce, but they were also desperate, and that desperation made them reckless. "Damn it, my Ko reserve is running low; we need to end this fast," he thinks to himself.

As the first wendigo staggered back, Cymac took the opportunity to swing his axe again, aiming for the creature's legs. The blade connected, and the wendigo howled in agony, dropping to one knee. "We can take it down!" Cymac yelled, his voice filled with determination.

"Yumi! Aim for its head!" Kliev commanded, and Yumi nodded, her crossbow steady in her hands. She took a deep breath, focusing on her target. With a swift motion, she released the bolt, and it flew true, striking the wendigo in the forehead. The creature let out a final, anguished roar before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

"One down!" Andrew cheered, but there was no time to celebrate. The second wendigo was still charging forward, its eyes filled with fury. "Man, these guys are really meant to kill," he added.

"Fall back! Regroup!" Kliev shouted, leading the team to the back of the warehouse. They needed to create distance and prepare for the final confrontation.

As they retreated, Kliev's mind raced with strategies. The first wendigo lay motionless, but the second was still a formidable threat. "We need to use the environment to our advantage," he said, glancing around the warehouse for anything that could help them.

"How about those hanging chains?" Cymac suggested, pointing to a series of heavy chains suspended from the ceiling. "If we can drop them on the wendigo, it might slow it down."

"Good idea!" Kliev replied, his heart pounding with renewed hope. "Yumi, can you shoot the chains? We need to time it perfectly."

"On it!" Yumi said, her eyes narrowing in concentration. She took aim at the chains, ready to fire.

As the second wendigo charged, its claws slashing through the air, Kliev and Cymac positioned themselves near the entrance, ready to draw its attention. "Here it comes!" Kliev shouted, gripping his weapon tightly.

The wendigo lunged, its eyes locked onto Kliev. "Now, Yumi!" he yelled, and she released the bolt. It struck the chains with a loud clang, and the heavy links fell, crashing down onto the wendigo.

The creature howled in surprise and pain as the chains wrapped around its limbs, momentarily immobilizing it. "Now's our chance!" Cymac shouted, charging forward with his axe raised high.

Kliev followed suit, his heart racing as they closed in on the trapped wendigo. "Hit it with everything you've got!" he yelled, unleashing a flurry of strikes.

Yumi, Andrew, and the twins joined in, firing bolts and bullets at the creature as it struggled against the chains. The wendigo roared in frustration, but it was no match for their combined strength.

"Keep pushing!" Kliev urged, feeling the adrenaline surge through him. They were so close to victory, and he could feel the weight of their mission pressing down on him.

As the wendigo thrashed about, Cymac swung his axe again, aiming for its neck. The blade connected, and the creature let out a final, anguished scream before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

"Pant, pant, pant, bruh, these guys really give us a run for our money," as Cymac said that he sits on the ground panting.

Kliev took a moment to catch his breath, glancing around the warehouse to ensure that the threat had truly passed. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and the adrenaline that had fueled their fight began to ebb away, leaving behind a heavy fatigue.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse but steady. The team nodded, though their expressions were a mix of exhaustion and relief.

"Yeah, just a bit bruised," Andrew replied, wiping sweat from his brow. "But we made it through."

Yumi, still holding her crossbow, looked at the fallen wendigos with a mix of triumph and horror. "I can’t believe we actually did it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Those things were terrifying."

Cymac stood up, brushing dirt off his clothes. "We fought hard, and we won. That’s what matters," he said, his tone firm. "But we need to stay alert. There could be more out there." As he said that, a red ball fell in the middle of them as Andrew's eyes widen as he recognizes what it was. It's already too late. It's already exploded. They were caught in point blank.

The explosion rocked the warehouse, sending debris flying in all directions. Kliev barely had time to react as the shockwave knocked him off his feet, slamming him against the wall. Pain shot through his body, but as he was about to stand back up, he couldn't stand, and he saw something sticking at his back—a large reebar. Fuck fuck fuck!! I can't die here, damn it!! They Cymac, Alicia, Yumi Andrew Emily reb..ca! Rachel!!"As he shouted their names and turned his head, he saw them lying on the ground, bleeding too.

"Mother fucker!! I have to live urghhhrahhhhhh!" as he pulled the long reebar in him and blood spewing in him. And he tried to walk towards them to walk them up.

Kliev stumbled forward, his vision blurring as pain radiated from the wound in his back and belly, pouring blood. (Fuck) Each step felt like a monumental effort, but the sight of his comrades lying motionless on the ground fueled his determination. He couldn't let them down—not now, not after everything they had fought for.

"Get up! Please, get up!" he shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate. He reached Alicia first, kneeling beside her and checking for signs of life. Her breathing was shallow, but she was still alive. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived as he turned to the others.

Yumi lay a few feet away, her crossbow clutched tightly in her hand, but her eyes were closed. Kliev felt a pang of fear grip his heart. "Yumi! Wake up!" He shook her gently, but there was no response. He moved to Andrew next, who was groaning softly, blood pooling around him. "Andrew! Stay with me, buddy!"

Andrew's eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "Kliev... what happened?"

"An explosion. We need to get you all out of here," Kliev said, his voice trembling with urgency. He glanced around the warehouse, the walls crumbling and debris scattered everywhere. They had to move quickly. "We have to move! If you can stand, go get the girls(pointing Ghelle, Micah, Ronna, and Kylie) as he collapses to his knees.

Kliev's heart raced as he struggled to keep his composure. The warehouse was collapsing around them and time was running out. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but the pain from the rebar wound was becoming unbearable. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus on his comrades.

"Andrew, can you stand?" Kliev asked, his voice strained.

Andrew nodded slowly, wincing as he tried to push himself up. "I think so... just give me a second."

Kliev turned his attention to Yumi, shaking her gently again. "Yumi! Please, wake up!" He felt a surge of panic as he realized she wasn’t responding. He needed to get her out of here, but he couldn’t carry her alone.

Kliev turned his attention to Yumi, shaking her gently again. "Yumi! Please, wake up!" He felt a surge of panic as he realized she wasn’t responding. He needed to get her out of here, but he couldn’t carry her alone.

"Come on, Yumi!" he urged, desperation creeping into his voice. "We need you!"

Just then, Cymac groaned from a few feet away, struggling to sit up. "Kliev... what happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"An explosion! We need to get everyone out of here!" Kliev replied, glancing back at the entrance. The wendigos were gone, but the warehouse was unstable, and they were running out of time.

As Andrew struggled to walk towards Ghelle's hiding spot, his eyes widen in show because the girl was nowhere to be found. "Fuck, I knew it! They got them now." As he cursed, he heard a loud cry, and as he turned his head back to his team, he could see Kliev collapse to the ground, unconscious and bleeding out, while Yumi was trying to heal him using her skill.

"Andrew sir! Kliev, he's not breathing!" She shouted while crying.

Andrew's heart raced as he rushed back to Kliev's side, panic surging through him. "No, no, no! Kliev, stay with us!" He knelt beside his fallen comrade, desperately checking for a pulse. The sight of Kliev's pale face and the blood pooling around him sent a wave of dread crashing over Andrew.

"Yumi, what do we do?!" Andrew shouted, his voice trembling. "We need to get him out of here!"

Yumi's hands trembled as she tried to channel her healing energy into Kliev, but the wound was severe, and the blood loss was too great. "I... I can’t do this alone!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He needs more than I can give!"

"Fuck!!!"

To be continued....