(Luna) What the—

  She stumbled backward from the tidal wave of bleach.

  Hitting her head on the dirt, the bleach grazed and spshed up upon her face, with bits of the liquid cmming down onto her eyes and mouth. Along with Chris merely watching the wave unfold, the gushing of it managed to cover the top half of his boots.

  But the more the bleach spread out, the incoming fmes from the east began to be cured by the said bleach.

  Springing his eyes back to life, Benn panted heavily as he pced his right hand onto his pectoral muscle. His face already pained with sweat, and his legs soon fell fast asleep as if thousands of needles were pinning him on his soles.

  (Benn’s thoughts) I was lucky enough to find a wasp nest and use the queen for her vision, but controlling the queen was a hundred times more exhausting than a regur worker. I wish that I could control the entire swarm rather than just the queen…

  Barely having one foot on the soil, he had the other foot nestled softly underneath the garlic crops. Seeing that both Chris and Luna were retively intact, he also took notice of a feminine figure looking up into the night sky.

  Without a care in the world, the woman dripped out bleach from the ends of her fingertips, the brash liquid giving malnourishment to the crops below.

  (Vivy) I think I’m ready for round two…

  No wasp stings nor bruises were seen on her body.

  As if she had never been stung in the first pce, her soft porcein pale skin glowed under the cloudy night sky, followed by her turquoise hair flowing in the hot wind. Spreading both of her hands out, she softly giggled out in the dead of night, with gunshots soon beginning to be rampant far into the eastern side of the ranch.

  Tilting her head backward, she made eye contact with Benn.

  Causing her to spit with just a single gnce, rubbing and digging the area where she spat by using the tip of her boots.

  Barely standing on his feet, Benn took a single step forward with his right foot. Having his mouth froth out in the open, he dragged his left foot through the fertile dirt all the while keeping his frowning gre at the woman.

  In return, Vivy’s hands began to trickle down the soil with her bleach, having them onto the height of her waist. Like watering the garden with a hose, an endless stream of bleach just poured out while hunching her back.

  Ceasing the flow of bleach, she then…

  Grabbed the javelin-like bleach spear that she held with her right hand.

  (Vivy) After I’m done with you, you wish you’d be dead.

  (Luna) And after I’m done with you, you’ll wish that you would have killed me.

  In the knick of time, Vivy arched her back 90 degrees, with her vision fully encapsuting the rusted bde of none other than the swordswoman of the group. The bottom of the bde barely grazing the tip of her long nose, Luna used her other bde to thrust straight on top of Vivy’s abdomen.

  Since she had a javelin carved out of bleach, she tightened her bottom as well as her lower body to hold herself in that arched position. By extending her right arm, she narrowly blocked the bde from entering inside of her stomach, the tip of it millimeters from seething into her liver.

  Despite the javelin not being able to be used offensively…

  A huge burst of bleach smmed onto her face.

  (Luna’s thoughts) Huh?

  Being pushed back a couple of feet, she soon nded on her back as a small crack was created on her lower back. Her eyes were stained red, as well as her pupils making her seem disarrayed, the smell of the overall fumes formed low monotone groans and growls from her throat.

  Having one knee on the dirt, as well as opening her eyes, she widened them soon after when seeing another javelin being held by Vivy.

  (Luna’s thoughts) Shit!

  (Chris’s thoughts) What can I do…

  About to throw her javelin, Luna took a wobbly step back before vanishing like the hot wind of the night. Teleporting in back of her, Luna had her heels slightly angled on the ground like a ballerina repcing her tippy toes with her heels.

  And just on the other end of the crop field was Chris, who wielded his mauser pistol with both of his hands. The gun shaking and trembling, the metal ccked softly followed by the barrel of the gun raising itself onto the woman.

  Gulping down, his breath out of pce, his knees buckled.

  His vision began to blur as if his eyeballs were crying rather than his own eyes.

  (Chris’s thoughts) If I shoot her, she’ll come to attack me… She’s powerful … and she’ll…

  Puckering up his lips to form a twitching frown, he moved his finger closer and closer to caress the stinging metal that pinched his skin. His lungs full of air, along with his face beginning to water from the intense stare that he forgave on the woman, his finger began to push farther on the trigger.

  And with one more push—

  A hand blocked the barrel of the gun.

  His vision completely blurred in front of him, the only thing that he could see in front of him was nothing but the gun and hand that held him back. Turning to the right to see his shoulder, silence fell for him.

  (Christian) Once we get back, you’re going to be scooping chicken poop every day for a week.

  (Chris) C-Christian!

  Benn slowly walked toward the two of them, clutching his right hand over his chest as blood spurted out from both of his nostrils. The two brothers watching the shark-human barely keep his feet straight, Chris lowered his gun to his holster, while Christian folded his arms over his chest.

  As he tapped his foot on the dirt.

  (Christian) Seems like you reached your limits sharky.

  (Benn) Need … medicine…

  (Chris) Uh … oh-here I’ll give it to you.

  Pulling out a simple miniscule gss capsule, the gss that contained it was only a few millimeters in length with the serum being shaded in a milky white. Having it tightly wrapped in his right hand, Chris was about to toss it to Benn until a firm hand tightened onto his shoulder.

  Not even bothering to turn to look at the figure from before, Chris looked downward as he rubbed the gss with his light-tanned fingers.

  (Christian) That’s our st sample.

  (Chris) But he needs it more than me…

  (Christian) That shark-human has a member that could heal in their group, so it would be stupid for you to just give it to—

  Chris shrugged off his brother’s hand, causing it to lower against Christian’s leg.

  Tightening his hold on the gss capsule, the gss itself began to slightly break against Chris’s grip. His body softly trembling, Chris walked toward the shark-human who had both knees on the dirt, with the stems of the garlic reaching up to his waist.

  Unable to speak, Christian only watched with his mouth slightly opened to let the hot air dwell in his dry mouth. Standing in front of the shark-human, Chris knelt on one knee, extending his hand toward Benn to allow him to grab the gss capsule in one snatch.

  Standing up, he didn’t dare to look at his brother, as he just stared into the empty midnight horizon.

  (Chris) Why are shark-humans dangerous …? An idiot like me cannot understand why… so tell me why.

  Christian looked away, letting his eyes and cheeks drop down while letting his hands be motionless to gravity.

  A hole starting to dwell inside of himself, he began to look toward the shark-human that began to drink down the small bottle of penicillin. Letting out a long exhale of air out of his lungs, he turned his body away from the two of them, as he adjusted his eyeballs to gnce toward Chris alone.

  (Christian) Let’s just get out of here…

  Pinning the camera onto a different set of characters.

  Luna leaped back and teleported endlessly across the fields of garlic that she jumped through, as fertilizer soon molested the ends of her all-colored pink shoes. Followed by her jacket and pants being shaded in a light pink as well, her bdes were bent and rusted from the past attacks and chemicals that were unfortunately bestowed on her and her bdes.

  But that didn’t stop her, as Vivy carried a bleach-crafted shield with her left hand while throwing exploding bleach javelins with her right.

  Not being fast for Luna, Vivy began to let out an angry hum from her throat, her eyes straining red from the woman who outpaced her.

  (Vivy) Hold still you stupid muscur bitch!

  (Luna) Make me, you manless whore!

  Throwing another javelin, it flew through the air the same as st time, exploding from the back of Luna. Learning from her mistake, Luna instantly teleported in back of Vivy, pushing her feet off against the soil as she looked like she flew in the air.

  Thrusting both of her hands back, she then propelled them in the direction of where Vivy’s chest was.

  But with her left shield, Vivy barely blocked both Luna’s bdes as it soon got trapped by her bleach yet again.

  (Vivy) My whore now!

  (Luna) Fuck!

  Sizzling from the crops can be heard.

  Both ignoring the sizzling, Vivy pulled back her right arm, as another javelin soon began to form with her right palm. Letting out a devilish grin, her eyes began to snt sideways as wrinkles formed along her forehead and cheeks, despite her age being simir to Luna’s.

  Tilting her head to the right, a bit of saliva ran down her right lip.

  (Vivy) So long bitch!

  A hand began to choke on Vivy’s throat.

  In front of Vivy, a woman with dark-complected skin came right in between her and the tanned beauty. Having hair that barely reached her shoulders, the woman who looked the same age as Luke began to drip an abundance of a foul liquid simir to Vivy’s.

  Or rather, a liquid that was rather the complete opposite.

  (Luna’s thoughts) Pacifica?

  Both Vivy’s neck and Pacifica’s palm started to sting from the conflicting liquids, Pacifica began to clench down her teeth as she slightly turned to look at Luna.

  (Pacifica) Looks Looks like my time has come to deliver a beatdown!

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  (Reverence 3, 59 / 12:15AM)

  (Luke’s Group)

  Only the sound of bullets and gunfire grazed against all three of their ears.

  With only the blue shielded barrier giving them a breath of sanity, the three of them felt each whistle that narrowly hit the tip of their heads. As Miles held his hands onto the center of the shield, bits of sweat rolled down his nose and cheek, the gravel being quenched with the delight of any water that came.

  And to the left of the shield covering Hope, followed by the right of the shield covering Luke.

  (Luke’s thoughts) Just how much longer can we take!?

  Barely gncing from the top of the shield, a ptoon of guards wielding Thompson and carbine rifles continued their dispy of raining bullets. Still wielding just his dual-wielding uzis, Luke raised his right hand as he then blind fired at the crowd of guards that only shot back.

  Unlike the undead that just rushed like their lives depended on it, the Zirarge guards took position behind anything that may cover their body but not their head. Yet despite this, not a single one has gotten shot.

  Hope, who also blindfired the same as Luke, gnced underneath to see the shield flicker its strong comforting light for a split second.

  (Hope’s thoughts) How much longer can Miles go for…

  The fields continued to burn to the left of them, some of the smoke and embers started to overy the three of them.

  Despite the many sniper shots piercing the air in hopes of support, it was more or less blindsided as the covering smoke clogged Jack’s view of the guards on the ground. The signal only just backfired, Jack looked down onto the dead grass that covered the top of his ankles.

  (Jack’s thoughts) And just how much longer is my luck going to be doodoo…

  In front of the group of Zirarge guards, the leader of them stood out in the open without a shred of decency to take cover. Still wielding his trench gun with both of his hands, the man pced it along his shoulder as the barrel aimed straight up at the sky.

  A couple of guards were right by him, one of the men pced his hand on his left shoulder.

  (Zirardge Guard#1) Sir! Please recommend taking cover!

  (???) How about I advise trying to surround them boy? As long as those three are fighting back, I don’t want to hear any compints!

  (Zirardge Guard #2) Y-Yes sir…

  With the fmes of the burning garlic crops to the right of him, Luke took a one-second gnce to look at the leader who just stood in the center of it all.

  In that one second, an Oscar-worthy shot was captured.

  The fmes reaching up high in the sky, along with his guards raining down their bullets onto them, the man straightened his back as not even a bullet grazed him. The man making that one-second eye contact, his daggered and sleepless eyes looked deep into Luke’s pushed-up eyes.

  As the second passed, Luke pced his head back to cover, tinnitus starting to take grip of his ears that couldn’t deal with the strain of more bullets.

  (Luke’s thoughts) There’s gotta be more to this… And also…

  Previously, Jack shot the man in his shoulder, which gave them a headstart in building an improved defense. But as if the bullet never happened, the man stood by business, with a rge amount of dry blood drenching his right sleeve.

  Unable to look up at the cloudy sky, Luke only just stared into the gravel road that his feet were pointed towards. Unable to tell what y truly beyond the smoke and burning air, dust and the smell of burnt garlic just clogged his airways as he just sat on top of the gravel.

  But his body felt rumbling.

  Rumbling that soon perked Miles’s head upward, trying to gnce from behind him. Hope doing the same, she pointed her weapon straight at the fog of dust and smoke that was on the opposite end of the guards that they were being shot at.

  More rumbling was felt.

  (Luke) What … the … f—

  A battalion of green donkeys came out from the burning fog.

  Riding along those donkeys were none other than men and women who wore brown outdoor jackets, wielding nothing but Thompson guns with their primary hands. As they held onto the reins with their other hand, the leader of the group was a middle-aged woman with dark purple hair.

  Her hair swaying in the wind, she raised up her right hand that held her Thompson with, pointing the barrel straight toward the cloudy sky.

  (Iris) CHARGE!!

  Then came the shouts of many men and women in unison, their yells managing to deafen the battle as even bullets didn’t unload them. Along with many of the guards taking a step back, even the leader of the Zirardges scrunched up his face, his mustache soon freckling in a fit of rage.

  Pointing his finger at the dark purple-haired woman riding the donkey, he dug his heels into the gravel while digging his gun onto his shoulder. Straightening his back, the rest of the trembling soldiers who saw him still standing soon began to widen their eyes in awe.

  The leader shot out his trench gun up in the air, getting all of his guard’s attention.

  (???) I SAID FIGHT GOD DAMN IT!!!

  Like the snap of an alligator turtle, every Zirardge soldier yelled out together, rushing the Pacithiests head-on.

  The dark purple-haired woman soon stopped right where Luke and the other two were pinned down, getting off her green donkey as she set foot on the hard gravel. As the rest of the soldiers charged headfirst, the cmps of the donkey's hooves created a fog of dust that blocked the guards from catching a glimpse of Luke and his members.

  Looking up at the woman, Luke pced the back of his head onto the softly flickering blue shield wall.

  (Luke) I thought the Pacithiests didn’t want any part in this.

  (Iris) One of our soldiers decided to go on his own and try to be in your strike force.

  (Miles) If you’re talking about Chris, he’s on the southern part of the ranch.

  (Iris) Not to worry, his siblings have gone to that location. As my father said, any friend of David’s is a friend to us.

  Letting out a soft smile, the many downpours of bullets coming from the other end of the road continued with Hope covering her ears from the noise. Looking toward the battle ensuing, many of the Pacithiests that sprayed their bullets managed to shoot and tear a good amount of guards that only rushed.

  Blood littered the gravel road, and cries from the guards rocked the air as they ran past the leader who still wielded his trench gun. Running straight to the ranch house, some of them dropped their weapons as they fled, with some tumbling as some of the donkey’s hooves crashed down onto them like dirt.

  Luke looked downward as he let out a dry cough.

  Both metal grips of his guns creaked from the pressure that he bestowed on them, the entirety of his right eye was blocked by his right side bang.

  (Luke’s thoughts) We were biting off more than we could chew. How can one decoy strategy lead up to this…

  The leader just stood with his trench gun now facing the rge group of green donkeys.

  Leaving his trench gun down to his thigh, the leader only extended his left hand, his fat palm being showcased. The barrel of his gun pointed down to the ground, not even the ashes and sparks of burnt garlic burned or pinched his cheeks or clothes.

  As someone from behind walked up to him.

  (???) That long in the shower Betty?

  (Betty) I had to moisturize my hair, Doug.

  (Doug) I guess that answer’s fine dear.

  The woman next to him was only a couple of years older than he was, her short hair barely covering the bottom of her ears. Having light blonde hair, bits of white were wrinkled onto both ends of where her temples were. As well as wearing a bck summer dress, her skirt reached down to where her ankles were, with her forearms and main arms being revealed to the world.

  Wearing turquoise-colored boots the same as the man next to her, she was a couple of inches shorter than Hope.

  Extending both of her hands out, her wrinkled fingers and saggy palms were also shown to the group of riding Pacithiests. Spreading both of her feet apart, she closed her eyes while spitting out the tobacco that rummaged inside of her mouth.

  (Betty) Unsight.

  The soldiers that were merely inches away from gunning down the two enemies—

  Every single one of them rode past them.

  Continuing to ride straight to the ranch house, even Iris and Luke’s group all stood by and watched as the rest of them aimlessly rode with their heads looking in every direction. Noticing that every single one of them had their eyes still opened, they all seemed retively normal or uninjured.

  But their bodies shook relentlessly, as most of them started to slow down their riding, with the hooves of the donkeys skidding on the road.

  (Pacithiest Soldier #1) W-Where are we?!

  (Pacithiest Soldier #2) I can’t see! I can’t see!

  (Pacithiest Soldier #3) What did that witch do!?

  (Pacithiest Soldier #4) She must’ve put us in the dark or something!?

  With the rge group of Pacithiest soldiers narrowly in the back of the ranch house, fighting wasn’t going to help them as they were seemingly left in the dark. Doug and Betty, who only smirked, turned their heads back to the main group.

  Still having the barrel of the trench gun aiming at Luke, the two of them begin to walk, their boots kicking off burnt crops that have formed and nestled into charcoal balls. Wiping away a heap of sweat from his forehead, Luke remained still as he also locked eyes on the man with the bushy turquoise mustache.

  (Luke’s thoughts) What did that woman do? Does she have a blessing or a curse that we don’t know about?

  Stopping halfway from where they were, Betty began to extend both of her hands outward again, leading Luke and the others to cover their eyes with their hands. Blocking their vision, they all nestled down onto the flickering bluish shield that began to weaken, as Miles began to sweat more and more from the strain of keeping it up.

  Hearing a loud click and reload, the sound of a gunshot swept the air like a tidal wave.

  Hope, who was the only one to open her eyes, looked over to see where the shot nded—

  Miles’s left shoulder had a rge hole.

  Blood soon spurted out from the wound, while Miles’s left arm was dangling from a thread while pushing himself onto the road. Clenching his jaw shut, his eyes widened with a red strain that made it seem his eyes were going to pop out. Hope hovering her hands toward him, a cruel demented scream shook inside of his body, not letting it see the light of day.

  (Betty) One fell for it.

  Barely touching the wound that left Miles’s left swinging back and forth, Hope soon saw nothing but darkness.

  Not allowing herself to breathe, she felt the blood trickle down onto her hands and fingers that were Miles’s, her nails soon being showered by the reddish liquid.

  (Hope) Ah … I can’t see … I can’t see!

  (Luke’s thoughts) Oh no…

  Scrunching up his face, Luke stood up and he soon ran toward the two of them with his hand extending outward. Her ears perked up, Iris extended her hand to the young man who jumped up, with her knees on the verge of lifting herself off the ground. All the while she had her eyes closed.

  (Iris) No Fenix, you can’t go!

  As soon as Luke opened his eyes, his vision perceived the river of blood that flowed out of Miles’s shoulder. Seeing Hope having her breath broken into a hard pant, her chest went up and down to the rapid beating of her heart.

  In that instant, blindness also came for Luke as well.

  Then came the gunshot.

  His nose trickled with a mysterious liquid, his head felt light as he dropped to his knees. His kneecaps being grated by the gravel road below, he then let his body thump itself down onto the road, letting bits of pebble and rock seep into his colr and sh—