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"Damn it!" Selena spat as the hallway lit up with muzzle flashes and the smell of blood and burning ozone. Her eyes burned with fury as she dove behind the reinforced steel desk, dragging Mia and Katya with her. Overhead, tiles burst and rained debris as stray bullets ricocheted everywhere. Behind them, the blue-skinned Mauler twins advanced—dozens of them—like an army of cloned juggernauts, each grinning with murder-lust and bulging muscle under ripped bio-suits.
Long-haired Mark's body twitched where he fell, neck twisted at an impossible angle. Selena had broken it herself, eyes burning with regret that she had to retreat and necessity. Now, she barely had time to complain as the relentless tide pressed on.
"Move! Go!" Lira barked, voice sharp as broken glass. Her hair spilled from its teacher's bun, eyes hard with centuries of experience as she positioned herself between her students and the advancing Maulers and Immortals.
Selena, Mia, and Katya darted behind Lira as she stretched out, cracking every knuckle, her neck, and then her shoulders. She dropped into a fighting crouch, ready to face the coming storm. Her uniform, once stitched primly, gaped to reveal the upper curves of her chest from her last altercation with the first immortal, the fabric stained with blood—all of it not hers.
"You done?" taunted one Mauler, spinning his axe with a flourish, looking different from the other Maulers and barbaric. Another twin cocked an oversized shotgun, teeth gleaming with sadistic glee.
"Let's do this." Lira licked her lips, eyes narrowing.
Suddenly, seven axe-wielding Mauler twins launched themselves at her, muscles bulging, faces twisted in rage. Their movements were brutal but precise, each one a seasoned killer. The air filled with the whoosh of steel and the thunder of their boots as they landed on the floor, swarming her in a blur of violence and weird coordination.
The earlier Mauler that taunted her whistled a command as the seven of them took a V formation with him at the centre and the others flanking Lira.
"Interesting." Lira thought as she saw the speed at which they changed their initial launch into a formation, and they were closing in on her fast.
The first Mauler that came in from the right flank arced his axe for Lira's throat. She ducked, spinning under his arm, grabbing a metal stool near from one of the destroyed labs and smashing it into his kneecap with a sickening crunch. He staggered, bellowing in pain, but didn't fall as he fell back and another took his place.
Two more Maulers came from behind, swinging in tandem. Lira vaulted over a desk, landing hard on her heels. She grabbed a beaker of sulfuric acid from the nearby chemistry cart and flung it into one Mauler's face. His screams were guttural, flesh sizzling as acid burned through his blue skin, but he didn't stop—his twin simply swung his axe at Lira, tearing through her sleeve and grazing her arm.
"Hmm, she has thicker skin. Cut more deeply next time." The leader at the centre of the V formation said but then whistled to another to check on the limping Mauler while keeping formation as another swapped in quickly.
Blood spattered across the classroom tiles. Lira ignored the sting and swept his legs out, sending him crashing into a row of metal lockers with enough force to dent the steel.
Another Mauler—bigger than the rest quickly took his position—grabbed a desk and hurled it at her. Lira caught it, strained her muscles, and spun, using it as a shield. Two axes embedded themselves in the wood. She let go, leaping forward, and drove her knee into a Mauler's groin. He barely grunted but flinched enough for her to slam a fire extinguisher into his skull, painting the wall with blood…
…With the blood of Long Hair Mark's dead body. The leader had reacted in time and thrown the Viltrumite's body just before she could hit the burly Mauler twin with the fire extinguisher.
'Not bad! Not bad at all!' Lira praised in her thought as she looked at the leader of the formation with a warning glare and went back to fighting but that distraction cost her now.
Three Maulers now circled her. One grabbed her from behind, squeezing her breasts with one thick arm, trying to restrain her. Lira's face twisted in disgust as she slammed her head backward, breaking his nose. She used his momentarily loosened grip to elbow him in the gut, then wrenched his arm and tossed him over her shoulder, smashing him onto a pile of shattered glass.
The next two came at her in unison, axes raised. Lira ducked and rolled between them, grabbing a jagged metal shard from the floor and raking it across the thigh of one Mauler. Red blood sprayed out, staining her shirt.
A Mauler got lucky—his axe grazed her hip, splitting her loincloth to reveal the curve of her powerful thigh. She grinned wickedly, blood slick on her skin, and kicked him in the chest so hard he went back only a few feet… which felt weird, it should have been more. She was sure she put some power behind that kick, even though she was surrounded. Apparently, there was a Mauler twin behind that cushioned his flight, or else he could have been sent flying out of formation.
'Wait a minute! No wonder, none of them had died already.' Lira thought as she saw the first Mauler twin, she thought she had crippled getting up in formation, apparently, one of the seven had given him an injection that boosted his healing factor, bringing him back to battle.
In fact, that was what had been going on for a while. They were weaker than her, but they never let her get in a full punch or kick in. They understood the basics of combat well enough that they were putting off her balance and making her pull her punches and kicks on purpose, without her knowing until now. These Mauler twins had always been successful in their hunts, and now Lira could see why.
In fact, if she died here now, she would die happy that such a beautiful and tight formation worked against her so well; she only wished she could show this to her students so they could learn their tactics as well. Exposure was knowledge.
The last Mauler in the first wave locked arms with her, wrestling for control. Lira let her blouse rip away, a sacrifice for the next action, exposing her tight abs and the lacy black bra beneath. She twisted her hips, grinding against him for leverage, then bent him backwards and bit into his throat, tearing out a chunk. He gurgled and collapsed as she wiped blood from her lips.
'But that doesn't mean I want to bend over and die like that anyway.' Lira thought as she smiled with blood on her lips and spat out Mauler flesh.
The fight devolved into chaos with the death of one. Six Maulers, with durability far better than your average Mauler twin, nearly rivalled a fully trained Viltrumite, battered her with blows that would shatter most bones. Lira's knuckles split, blood mixing with sweat, but she didn't falter.
She flung another Mauler across the room, grabbing a chemistry set and hurling vials at the others. Glass exploded, acid burning skin and filling the air with choking fumes.
Soon, the Leader called the emotionally charged twins back to formation. It wasn't easy losing a comrade in battle after all.
'Tch, the emotional tactic of taking the life of their comrade can only work for so long, depending on the stability and mentality of the enemy leader. I guess I, too, have to change my fighting style.'
A Mauler grabbed her by the hair, dragging her backwards. Lira swung around, driving her heel into his knee, and spun to straddle him, knees pinning his arms. She smirked, bouncing on his chest, grinding her ass in his face for a moment of distraction before shoving a broken beaker into his eye.
"That ass is Anissa's only, but I guess it's not a bad way to die." Lira said as she became an entirely different entity from her calm and calculated geeky self. The beaker had gone through the brain of the Mauler, killing him.
Her being calm and calculated was used against her, and the Axe Wielding Maulers didn't mind a battle of attrition. Lira didn't know how many of those injections they had, and if she let them continue, they would kill her. They were like a pack of wolves hunting a game bigger than they were. It was like as if they were used to hunting opponents far stronger and faster than they were, that they could easily adapt to Lira, whose moves were calculated and carried a simple intent to kill. But now she was fighting in a style no Viltrumite would willingly put themselves in, adapting the situation around her rather than being rigid.
This was the trait Thragg saw in her and let her be the lead teacher in the academy. Only she was willing to bend and adapt easily to changes. Even in the civil war, she quickly adapted to the situation; comrades were now enemies till further notice. And only someone like Lira could easily decide to seek out new ways of doing things rather than the traditional way of the Viltrumites, which was what Thragg needed if his plan for the Academy were to succeed.
At one point, two Maulers pinned her arms, trying to snap her bones. She twisted, pressing her chest into their faces, momentarily distracting them with her breasts before breaking free and slamming their heads together in a meaty paste.
The last two Maulers came in with axes, swinging for her neck. Lira backflipped, landing hard, chest heaving, loincloth in shreds, blood streaking her thighs. She tossed a heavy textbook at one, then kicked the other square in the jaw, teeth flying.
Finally, Lira and the three remaining Maulers staggered apart, both sides battered, neither victorious. The twins' durability was matched only by her cunning and raw ferocity. But it was obvious now that Lira was slowly getting the win.
The rest of the Mauler army surged forward—fifty more Mauler twins and over a hundred Immortals, all snarling with bloodlust. The floor trembled beneath their charge, the air thick with the promise of violence.
Selena, her black hair wild and her bodysuit hugging every curve, darted down the hall with Mia and Katya at her heels. The bunker was in sight, but so were their enemies.
Flora, statuesque and cool-eyed, flew up to meet them, her own tight suit leaving little to the imagination—her toned arms and long legs framed perfectly by her formfitting armor. With her were Freya and Rita, both equally stunning, breasts and hips on proud display, hair streaming behind them like banners.
"If now is the time to measure our three sizes, you picked the wrong moment," Selena said, arching a brow as her aides flanked her, creating a wall of beautiful, dangerous flesh.
"I'm more logical than that," Flora replied, arms crossed under her chest, her breasts straining the seams of her uniform. "But there will come a time for that."
The rest of the class hovered, wide-eyed, watching the face-off between the two alphas.
Selena's eyes narrowed, scanning the corridor as the Mauler and Immortal horde closed in. "You know we can't hide forever from these animals," she muttered, tension clear in her voice and body. Her suit hugged every muscle, her ass a perfect shelf as she crouched in readiness.
Flora's gaze was cool and calculating. "I know you're itching to battle, but this isn't a simulation. People can die."
Selena grinned, licking her lips. "This is an opportunity to get stronger. I won't let it slip past me." She stretched her back, breasts thrust forward, abs flexing beneath the tight fabric.
Flora sighed. "If you get our classmates killed, what will you say when the Grand Regent returns?"
Selena turned, her fists clenched, her back to the bunker, Mia and Katya watching her closely. "I'll take them on myself if I have to."
Suddenly, a stray thought—clear as day—echoed in her mind: "After I take them to the bunker, I'll come back and fight too. I want to get stronger." It was Flora's voice, but her lips hadn't moved.
Selena whipped her head around. "Did you hear her say anything?" she whispered. Her aides shook their heads, eyes wide.
"If she did, I wouldn't have let that slide," Katya said, flexing her fingers.
The Mauler horde thundered closer, the ground vibrating, the walls shaking. The class leaders exchanged tense glances, preparing for the carnage to come. The corridor echoed with anticipation—a bloodbath was imminent.
And as the first Immortal barreled through the barricade, Selena's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Let's show them what a real massacre looks like."
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