The chains binding her arms loosened and fell to the ground as huge muscular n with intimidating helts and double-edged axes attached to long poles burst out, all six of them racing toward her with overwhelming ferocity emanating from their eyes.
"Kill her!"
Excited screams filled the air as the executioners closed in. Isolde went for her spear but one of the executioners was already before her, swinging his axe with a sinister smirk visible through the opening on the helt.
Isolde fell to her knees. She leaned back, her knees scraping against the sand as she slid past the first executioner, wrapped her hand around the shaft of the spear plunged into the ground not far from where she once stood.
’Entertain you? ?’
Eyes sharpened like blades. Her fingers tightened around the shaft and she used it to spin her body. That move sent her flying right back to the executioner and her feet struck his face.
"That’s solid tal—!" Words fell from the general’s mouth when Isolde’s feet sank into the helt. The force twisted the man’s head almost twice before he hit the ground, dead in one blow.
Isolde landed, sand rising up as her feet slid to a firm stop. Her hair waved along with her skirt as she pulled out the spear and leaned back as if she was about to plant her head into the ground.
With that evasive move, Isolde dodged the sweep of another executioner’s poleaxe. The gleaming edge of the blade reflected in her golden draconic eyes as it flew right past her face.
She pinned the spear behind her and flipped her body upward. Her feet struck the executioner’s chin, lifting him off the ground while she completed her backward flip, then thrust the spear right through the executioner’s throat.
The spearhead ca out the back of the man’s neck. He hung on her spear, his feet a few inches off the ground as blood dripped down.
Silence filled the arena.
"How can she suspend a man with one arm?" A man trembled, pointing at the dead executioner who dropped to the ground as Isolde pulled out her spear and flung it. That action removed the blood on the blade as it splattered on the ground.
Chaos ensued.
"Is that even a woman?!"
"Your wife doesn’t even look as good as her. Of course she’s a woman!"
The remaining four executioners looked at each other and three of them raced towards Isolde. One started and the other two followed, closing in on her from three different fronts.
Isolde’s eyes glead softly. She saw that the one left behind could create a dust cloud and another would kick sand into her eyes, blinding her temporarily which would result in a huge cut to her thighs.
That injury would send her to her knees and she would lose her head.
He was the variable, the twist in the general’s tale.
Seeing this, Isolde lowered her body, stretching one leg to bring her torso low enough as the executioner’s were already looming over her.
She spun her spear as the executioner who stood behind caused a dust fog the sa mont one of those close to her kicked dust at her face.
Isolde’s spear whirled as all three of them lunged in with their poleaxe, swinging down at her. Unfortunately the spear ca from a lower angle, slicing right through their exposed abdons almost three tis before Isolde stopped.
Blood rained as she rose to her feet and the executioners collapsed, their blood turning the sand red.
The last executioner, the sa one that caused the dust fog covered himself in fog and fled.
Isolde lifted her spear, took two steps and launched it with so much force, the executioner wasn’t able to dodge as it pinned him to the wall, right through the chest.
With clenched teeth, the general leaped, breaking through the wooden roof as he ascended several feet into the air, blocking the sun, thus casting his shadow over Isolde.
His downward cleave tore half of the arena but Isolde had moved to the right, her foot already raised high.
"You want to entertain you?" Her words were accompanied by a brutal kick to the general’s face. It was like a slap, a ridiculously powerful one with her feet that sent the general skidding backward.
At one point, he lost his footing, crashing several tis before flipping right back on his feet with an ugly expression.
His expression grew uglier when he saw Isolde now had the cloth which was supposed to be around his eyes. Though not with his physical eyes, he could still see her.
She used it to tie her hair, stretched her arm and the spear flew into her hand. "You’re so ugly. I pity those won who tolerated not just your rotten attitude but your disgusting face."
Her sharp words cut through the air.
"Dungeon mini-boss or not, I will beat you until you beg , a woman, for death." Isolde concluded by brandishing the spear, her eyes gleaming brightly.
"You—!" The general couldn’t even speak as Isolde was already above him. "Filth. Who told you to reply." Fiery light burned in her eyes.
"Die!" The general roared, slashing upward but Isolde vanished, reappeared at his back and thrust her spear through him.
The general spat blood.
"Already spitting blood? I made sure I did not pierce through your vitals." Her cold voice rang. "You’ll be fine." Her words slithered into his ears, chilling him from the inside.
Was this even a woman?!
Although the general’s ability was frightening, his ntality toward won had created a loophole. Isolde couldn’t summon her dragons but her strength remained and the skills of her dragons too.
As Isolde pulled out her spear, the general growled. He spun, swinging his mighty sword in tandem but Isolde grabbed the sword that was heading for her at full speed.
Talons grew out of her fingers, latching on the sword as frost spread out. She applied more pressure and the sword shattered like glass.
The general’s eyes widened, making Isolde lift one of her slender eyebrows. "So... even the eyes of the blind widen."
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