Ayesha took a deep, steadying breath, her purple eyes flickering with determination as she glanced at Mina and Freya, both fully armed and ready for action. She was preparing to leave Sedona Castle once again, this time with a mission to slip out of the city and lure the slave traders into the open, exposing their sinister plot.
"Remember, Ayesha," Mina said, her voice firm and commanding, "Once you're out of the castle, head east. There'll be people waiting to back you up. If the slavers make a move on you along the way, don't panic. Our team is ready. Just keep moving forward." Mina's serious expression was framed by her sleek black leather armor, which hugged her form like a second skin, designed for agility and stealth in the impending conflict.
"Got it," Ayesha replied with a nod, her voice steady despite the nervous energy thrumming through her. Fear wasn't the issue—her heart raced with anticipation, a mix of excitement and tension for what lay ahead.
Freya, standing nearby, spoke in her usual calm, measured tone. "Don't worry, I'll be right behind you." Her lithe figure was clad in specialized black armor, meticulously coated with non-reflective paint to blend seamlessly into the night. The armor was crafted for covert operations, perfect for stalking through shadows undetected.
"Alright, I'm heading out," Ayesha said, nodding decisively. She hoisted a worn sack filled with tattered rags—a prop to maintain the ruse—and gripped her trusty Overlord Spear tightly in her other hand. The weight of the weapon felt reassuring, grounding her as she prepared to play her part.
Ayesha moved toward a secluded corner of the castle, avoiding the main gate. Sneaking out required subtlety, and the act had to look convincing. Under Mina's watchful gaze, she scaled the castle wall with practiced ease, her movements swift yet cautious, like a predator slipping into the wild.
"I'll follow from the other side," Freya said coolly, her wolf tail flicking as she melted into the darkness, her steps silent and purposeful.
Mina's lips curved into a determined smile. "Time to close the net." A dagger appeared in her hand, glinting faintly in the dim light. She turned and sprinted toward another exit, her mind racing. The castle was undoubtedly under surveillance by the slavers' spies, and Ayesha's departure was the perfect distraction. This was Mina's moment to strike, to turn the hunters into the hunted.
Thud!
Ayesha landed softly on the other side of the wall, her eyes scanning the horizon where the last rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple. Night was falling fast, blanketing the world in shadows. With only half an hour before the city gates closed, she quickened her pace, heading toward the gate with purpose, her heart pounding in rhythm with her steps.
Tap tap tap…
Barely a few moments after Ayesha began her trek, a group of seven or eight figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes locked on the horned girl's retreating form.
"Send someone back to report to Manager Hank immediately. The target is leaving the city," Barked a man who appeared to be their leader, his voice low but urgent.
"Yes, sir," One of his subordinates replied, peeling off to deliver the message.
"Let's move. Follow her," The leader ordered, waving his hand. His group set off, trailing Ayesha at a cautious distance, their footsteps muffled but deliberate.
Tap tap tap…
As they moved out, Freya appeared like a specter, her piercing gaze fixed on the slavers' backs. She led the War Wolf squad, a team of elite fighters whose cold, disciplined presence radiated danger.
"Miss Freya, should we strike in the city?" Asked Number Two, a member of the squad, his voice hushed but steady.
"No. We handle this outside the city. Others will take care of things inside," Freya replied, shaking her head. She took off after the slavers, her squad following closely, their movements synchronized like a pack of wolves stalking prey.
As they trailed the group, Freya's sharp eyes caught more figures emerging from dark alleys and hidden corners, joining the pursuit. Her expression darkened. There were at least fifty of them now, a formidable force. The War Wolf squad exchanged grim looks, their hands tightening around their weapons as the situation grew more perilous.
Tap tap tap…
Ayesha stepped out of Sedona City, her senses heightened. The unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed behind her, confirming she was being followed. Her grip on the Overlord Spear tightened, and she quickened her pace, her boots crunching against the snow-dusted ground. The cold air bit at her skin, but her focus was razor-sharp.
Tap tap tap…
The footsteps grew louder, more numerous. Ayesha's face hardened as she tossed the sack aside, its contents spilling uselessly onto the snow. Her hands clenched the spear, her purple eyes scanning the darkness. Shadows moved ahead—figures lying in wait. They had planned an ambush.
Tap tap tap…
The sound of boots on snow intensified, and suddenly, twenty knights appeared before her, their armor glinting faintly in the moonlight. Behind her, another fifty or so men blocked her retreat, cutting off any chance of returning to Sedona City. They had her surrounded.
"You mobilized this many people just to catch me?" Ayesha's voice was icy, her eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. These were the people who had haunted her nightmares for three days, and now they stood before her, their intentions clear.
"Oh? So, Ayesha, you know we're here for you?" A captain-level figure stepped forward, his tone mocking but wary.
"You're the ones spreading rumors in Sedona City these past few days, aren't you?" Ayesha growled, her hands tightening around the spear, veins bulging on her knuckles.
The captain let out a surprised chuckle. "How did you know?" His voice carried a hint of unease, a flicker of doubt creeping into his mind.
"You'll find out soon enough," Ayesha replied coldly. With a flourish, she swung her Overlord Spear, her purple hair whipping through the air. She stomped the snowy ground, sending a flurry of snowflakes into the air, and charged toward the knights with ferocious intent.
Whoosh!
Ayesha crouched low, her spear arcing upward in a deadly sweep. The weapon's tip sliced through a knight's abdomen, blood spraying as half his body was sent flying.
"Ha!" Ayesha roared, her feet weaving through the snow as she dodged a falling corpse. Using the spear's momentum, she spun it overhead and brought it crashing down on another knight's head.
Bang!
The knight's helmet caved in, his skull crushed beneath the blow. Ayesha ducked under a swinging sword, her spear sweeping low to knock two more knights off their feet, sending them sprawling into the snow.
"Watch out! She's incredibly strong!" One of the knights shouted.
"Damn it, she's already killed two of us! Take her down!" Another yelled, panic creeping into his voice.
"No! We need her alive!" The captain barked, trying to maintain control.
"Kill her!"
The battlefield descended into chaos, the knights' eyes burning with bloodlust as they charged Ayesha, their survival instincts overriding orders. Ayesha's lips pressed into a thin line, her spear a blur as she met their assault head-on. She smashed left, swung right, her strength overwhelming. The knights struggled to counter her, each one wary of her devastating blows that could cripple or kill in an instant.
"Aaaargh!"
Just as the knights began to wear Ayesha down, screams erupted from the group of fifty slavers behind her. Freya and the War Wolf squad had arrived, cutting through their ranks like a storm.
"Perfect timing," Ayesha muttered, seizing the moment to catch her breath. Her peripheral vision caught Freya's figure, a whirlwind of death weaving through the crowd.
Swish swish swish!
Freya moved like a phantom, her feet dancing across the snow as her greatsword flashed in the moonlight. The slavers, armed only with knives, stood no chance. In a single charge, she cut down seven or eight men, their bodies crumpling to the ground.
"Get down! Lie flat, and you won't be killed!" Number Two bellowed.
Some slavers dropped to the ground immediately, trembling. Those who hesitated met the swift, deadly edge of the squad's blades, prompting others to throw themselves down in surrender.
Thud thud thud…
The ground shook as torches flared in the distance. Andrew arrived with his cavalry, their armor stained with blood from an earlier skirmish with slavers on the outskirts. The firelight illuminated their grim faces, their presence a promise of retribution.
"Everyone, get down! Hands on your heads, or we'll cut you down!" Andrew's booming voice echoed through the night, carried by the cold wind.
"Drop your weapons and lie flat!" Ayesha shouted, kicking a stunned knight to the ground. "Hands on your heads!"
Her pent-up frustration poured out, her body slick with sweat and blood, radiating a wild, untamed energy. The horned girl stood tall, her spear gleaming, a warrior in her element, finally free of the shadows that had haunted her.
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