Liv appeared in front of Hakro. He lashed out. By then, she had teleported behind him. Caught off balance, Liv jumped on him and clasped her hands. Teleporting in the mist was a challenge. Not a hard one.

Liv made rapid jumps while Hakro suffered extreme vertigo. Soon they made it out of the vast mist that had clearly been made with much effort. Liv would kill the Nature of Hexa more slowly than she did the Space.

When she was free of the restriction on her sight, she transported herself and Hakro into the night sky. It was only then that the man managed to regain himself.

He twisted abruptly, turning to face Liv as they started to fall, clothes and hair beginning to flutter wildly while cold air rushed past as if drawn upwards. Liv's face twisted with rage at Hakro's defiance. The absolute will to live of a creature such as him was truly the most putrid fruit of nature.

She struck Hakro with the piercer, but her hand was stopped and squeezed so hard it felt like her bones were being crushed to dust. Her piercer dropped. Hypnotization then, she decided. But Hakro slammed a hand to her mouth, applying pressure on her jaw. Liv's eyes jumped as she reached her free hand out and dug her nails into Hakro's forearm. She tasted blood. She needed to escape. It would take half a minute for them to hit the ground.

It was only then that Hakro's hostility grew lax. "I'll survive the fall. Will you?"

He could have killed her right then. But he was a fucking moron.

Liv smiled under Hakro's hand. It seemed like he felt it. She could tell from the look in his eyes. In there was a hint. Just a little dark twinkle that burned so very brightly to Liv. Terror.

Liv let go of Hakro's wrist. A piercer grew into Liv's hand. She focused on keeping it reinforced with all her might. Then she stabbed it into Hakro's wrist. Again. Again! In a frenzy, she destroyed his nerves which made his grip involuntary loosen. In his stupidity, he let go of her other hand to try to restrain her again.

Too late.

"Freeze!" Liv snarled.

She didn't give time to marvel at her creation. Though it was a beauty. The world's strongest one-on-one combatant frozen in place down to the eyeballs simply because they willed it.

She took her barely functional hand that ached straight from the core of the bone, pulled herself closer to Hakro, and put her piercer through his fucking throat.

Oh, but no.

She ground away pieces of her teeth as she realized it was his hand she had stabbed. There was nothing in the world she wouldn't have given to take the piercer out and put it back in. Mutilate his hand to the extent that he would simply yield and Liv could carve his throat open and chew on his Adam's apple only to spit it out. Everything... except for her life.

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So as Hakro's freeze wore off and they fell back into the mist, Liv jumped back, pushing Hakro at the ground with her feet to his chest.

She watched him fall. She watched a mountain bleed. But after a mountain bled, it became a hill. Ans a hill could be walked over better than a mountain could be climbed. In every reality between the underworld and the realm of the gods, Liv would kill that man.

For the time being, it was time to head for the Hexa and teach the world, their strongest were but worms.

She clasped her hand and fell upon a roof with frightening momentum. It would have been wise to rest her theory before implementing it in such dire circumstances. She was not so wise. What she was, was a master manipulator of matter. So to avoid her death, she used the best of her matter manipulation to puff up the air itself and make elastic of the stone that was to kill her.

The initial hit startled her, but when she came to, she was not dead. The stone bent under her broke, though, forcing her to keep on the move.

She clasped her hands and made a slave of space. Her world became a blur as she blipped around. She searched, prowling through the air. If not for the rush of the moment, she would have been in agony. And it still did hurt. The pain from her hands, wrist, and heart flooded her mind. But all of it was shoved to the side, for the hunt had to ensue.

After a few tens of blips, she found a woman of white hair at the side of the mountain. She wore a uniform with a hexagon on the chest. A smile spread across Liv's face as she clasped her hands once more and found herself beside the woman.

"Hello there," she said, her still eyes unblinking at her target.

The rather old woman with light eyes cast a frown in response as if accepting her fate.

"So, who are you?" Liv asked with a tilt of her head. The woman said nothing. Liv scoffed before clasping her hands once again. She was behind her and stabbed her in the back. Then she was in front, looking the woman in the eyes as she put the piercer into the skin under the woman's mouth and through the roof of her mouth up into her brain. "Process of elimination it is." Liv decided hypnosis to be a waste.

She would kill them all. Every single soul associated.

Then she blipped again into the mist. The constant teleporting was starting to weigh on her. She wouldn't stop until more bodies fell.

Fortunately, the members of the Hexa weren't used to hiding. For members of the most competent squad in the nation, it was natural to be hunters. Liv was eager to see how being prey broke them.

She jumped into the small space on the wall of the temple that the uniformed man occupied. The man noticed her very quickly. He was the jumpy type. His hand went straight to the ground. She burst forward and did exactly what she wanted to. A knee to the face. The man tumbled to the ground, nose broken, spectacles shattered.

Liv grabbed the man by the hair and put a piercer to his throat. "You're the Matter of Hexa, huh? Then I must've killed the Nature of Hexa just now," Liv concluded with a deathly calm heart.

'Ha—" Matter attempted to yell. Liv smashed a hand to his face, punching his head into the stone wall behind him. The man seemed to see stars.

Liv shook him awake, taking the hand off his mouth. "This is no time to be unconscious. I assure you. You constructed a weapon to kill someone dear to me. He didn't even get proper last words. Do you know how I feel about that?"

Matter trembled. Slowly he opened his mouth. But as the first sound resembling a word came out, Liv stabbed him repeatedly in the throat. The piercer sank in and out with the sound of meat being bitten into.

When he was dead, she exited the space on the lookout for the next.

But what she saw was something unexpected. As she turned to face the temple that had grown more clear as the artificial mist started to fade.

The temple was burning, and its inhabitants, the devout children of the gods, raged like animals. It was then that Liv knew the nightmare she had conjured was not for those who presumed themselves her hunters. It was for everybody to share.