"Agh!" Princess Natlia stumbled sideways from Sasha's desperate push, her feet sliding across the smooth floor as she barely managed to maintain her balance. Then she saw another dark figure rushing toward her diagonally from the right above, descending fast like a predator diving for prey. Aggh! What's with this jumping from above? Natlia thought with growing irritation as she gracefully spun toward the right side. She moved like she was floating above the ground without making any sound, her body flowing with practiced elegance that came from years of training. Her short, tight white royal attire floated in the air slightly with the spinning movement, revealing her black tights sticking close to her smooth upper thighs.
BOOMMBB!
The assassin landed hard—this time a woman—as she immediately tried to stab Princess Natlia with her long dagger, the blade gleaming wickedly in the dim light.
SWWIISSHH! SWWIISSHH! SWWISSHHH!
She stabbed multiple times toward Princess Natlia with brutal speed and precision, but kept missing as the princess kept dancing around gracefully, her movements fluid and beautiful. Moving in a circular arc, using her feet with perfect precision, she dodged each strike while circling around the assassin like water flowing around a rock. Princess Natlia kept circling smoothly as she made a complete 360-degree turn from her right, going back to her initial position without breaking her rhythm.
THUMPP!
A soft sound landed on her shoulder as she glanced down and saw Tyra perched there.
"TYYRR!! TYYRRR!!" Tyra roared loudly, announcing his appearance with pride.
Natlia happily stopped dancing, her arms now sticking close to her body as she stood straight and regal. She kept her hands in front of her, holding them together at her middle in a proper, dignified pose. She stood like a true Princess—confident, elegant, and completely in control—and ordered calmly with authority in her voice, "Tyra, why not let our guest have some rest?"
"TYRR! TYRRRRRRRRR!!"
Tyra pounced down from her shoulder and slowly gathered energy in his mouth, the blue light building and intensifying. Then TTTYYYRRRRRRR!!! A massive blue flame shot out directly and hit the woman assassin hard, engulfing her in scorching fire.
"Agghhh!! HOT!! AAAA!!! I AM—AAAHHH!!!"
The woman assassin cried out in agony as she now danced frantically in the blue flames, her body twisting and jerking as the fire consumed her clothing and seared her skin.
Hmmm, what is... shit!
The woman with the tight bodysuit with her sword had been running in Princess Natlia's direction—she'd seen the princess before the smoke filled the shop. But as she was running, hoping to meet the princess and finish her quickly, she suddenly saw the blue flame blazing ahead and dodged hard to the side to avoid it.
"Aghh!! Where did this come from?!" she grunted angrily, her voice tight with frustration as she ran forward while dodging the spreading flames. She saw a burning woman dancing in agony, her screams filling the air, then focused ahead. There she saw Princess Natlia standing tall and firm with a small animal on her shoulder, glaring fiercely with eyes that promised death. The area in front of the princess had cleared a little due to Tyra's powerful flame, creating an opening. The attacker didn't hesitate—she directly brought her sword up high to slash at the princess's exposed neck with a killing blow.
"DIIEEE YYOOUUUU PRINNCEESSS!!"
The woman roared furiously while coming closer to the princess, her sword cutting through the air. But from her right side, she heard something sharp and dangerous...
SSSIIWWNNNGGG!!
A sharp metal sound rang out clearly as she snapped her head to the side and saw Little Princess running fast, her small body moving with deadly intent. Little Princess was stabbing forward with her long, flexible, pointy sword, the blade aimed directly at the woman's neck.
Aghh!!
The woman with the sword realized instantly that if she kept moving forward, her neck would be pierced with extreme precision—there'd be no surviving that strike.
Aghh, shit!
She barely stopped her forward momentum and backed up quickly, her boots scraping against the floor.
SWWISSNNGG! STAABB!
Little Princess stabbed into empty air where the woman had just been, her leg stretched out far with perfect body posture, completely balanced despite the aggressive lunge. She had saved her big sister, who smiled sweetly seeing this brave protection.
"Hmm, good dance, Nat," a familiar voice said warmly.
TAPP!
A soft hug wrapped around Natlia's waist from behind as a gentle hand touched her. Zack came up silently and hugged her from behind, his arms secure around her.
"Uwwahh, Zacck, what..." Natlia started to say, surprised by his sudden appearance.
TK!
A soft nudge at her back knee made her stumble backward as Zack also let his body fall backward deliberately. He grabbed Nat firmly and let her fall with him, controlling their descent.
"Kyyaaa! Zackk!" she shouted but smiled warmly as she let herself fall into his strong embrace, trusting him completely.
"TYYRRR!"
Tyra, seeing what was happening, happily didn't try to float and instead landed safely on the ground with a soft thump.
THUMMPP!!
Both Zack and Natlia fell down together as Zack grabbed her waist tight protectively. He looked toward his right urgently, shouting at the top of his lungs, "BIGG GUUYY!!!!"
Seeing this signal, Little Princess also reacted instantly. She did a full split in her already stretched stabbing position, going completely flat, and tucked her head down to her knees. Her sword lay flat on the ground beside her.
"Huh? What?" The backing-away sword woman enemy saw all this happening, completely confused by their strange movements and positions...
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Agh, this smoke!
The armored mercenary-style man enemy also ran toward the smoke after he fell down from the table, his heavy armor slowing him down. He was slower than the sword woman enemy, so he was just about to enter the smoke region when suddenly VVVOOSSHHH!!! He saw a red flower shoe coming at him so fast he couldn't do anything to defend himself. It emerged from the smoke like a rocket, and BBOOMMMMM!!! It hit his chest so hard with explosive force that he flew backward through the air, his body lifted completely off the ground.
"Agghhh!" the man grunted in pain.
Through his blurry vision, the man saw a cute girl in mid-kick, her face twisted with pure rage. Her eyes were full of anger, glaring at him intensely with hatred burning in them.
"Grrrr!!" Her teeth were clenching hard together, her jaw tight with fury.
The flying man smiled wickedly despite the pain as he instinctively licked his fingers in that disgusting way but couldn't lick his fingers due to his mask and said loudly, "HEEYY THHERRREE LILTTEE HEELPPEEER! BBOOMMM!! AGGHH!!"
The man hit the table he'd fallen from earlier with brutal force. He was hurt—pain shooting through his back and ribs—but he still shouted enthusiastically with manic energy, "I SEE YOU CAME TO MEET ME AND EVEN RECOGNIZED ME IN THIS SHABBY OUTFIT! EHEHE, NICE! WE MEET IN WEIRD TIMES, LITTLE HELPER! LET'S HAVE ANOTHER ROUND OF FUN, SHALL WE? KEKEKEK!"
The armored man laughed maniacally as he stood up, brushing off the impact like it was nothing.
"Grrr! I COULD NEVER FORGET YOUR FILTHY EYES! YOUR WHOLE BODY REEKS OF FILTHINESS! GRR, I WILL KILL YOU TODAY!!" Sio roared furiously, her small body shaking with rage. Then she heard a familiar shout behind her... BIIGGG GGUYYY!!!
WHHOOSSSHHHHH!! WHHOOOSSHHHHH! WHHHOOSSHHHHH!!
Multiple large scarf cloths came whipping through the smoke like massive serpents. They turned with Big Guy's body in a powerful 180-degree spin, the momentum building. The cloths swept through, clearing the thick fog in one fell swoop as the wind flowing inside from the broken windows helped push it away. Slowly, the room got cleared, visibility returning.
THHUMPPP!! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!!
Big Guy's huge scarf cloths hit the sword woman with devastating force and sent her flying away again, her body crashing through the air. Along with her went the surrounding shelves and compartments, everything getting swept up in the attack. Wooden shelves now lay broken and scattered on the floor, debris everywhere, completely clearing the room but making a huge mess.
As Big Guy stopped his spin and retracted his scarfs and cloths back to his waist, wrapping them around himself again, he looked at the destruction he'd created with just a single move. He scratched his chin in embarrassment, feeling a bit guilty. He looked behind him and took in the scene: Zack and Nat lying on top of each other on the ground, happy Tyra sitting peacefully nearby, Little Princess doing a full split on the floor, the sword woman grunting in pain a little distance away from the princess, Sasha giving an enthusiastic thumbs up while still laying casually on the ground wearing Zack's shirt, two dead bodies sprawled out, Sio and the armored man facing each other in a tense standoff, and Alfie and the raven-winged enemy standing in a careful stalemate with Lurvi floating protectively above Alfie.
Do I have to pay for this? he thought worriedly while fixing his clothes and adjusting his scarfs.
Big Guy finally looked over and saw Tool Guy, who peeked out from behind his table with his eyes tearing up, looking absolutely devastated.
"Ugh! This all happened because I couldn't keep my mouth shut! Aahh! My shop!" Tool Guy cried out miserably.
He quickly hid himself in a small hole under his table and waited desperately for everything to end, hoping his precious shop would survive.
Zack gently placed Nat to the side and stood up smoothly, bringing his hand forward to help Nat get up. She looked at his strong, naked arm with sweat glistening on the muscles, making them shine in the light. She felt a little shy seeing him like this—so close, so exposed—as she grabbed his hand and let him pull her up with ease. She immediately hugged Zack's body, pressing against him and letting herself get covered in his sweat, not caring about getting messy.
"Zack, why are you like... ughh..." Nat started to complain softly.
Then Nat saw a smiling Sasha as she came walking casually toward them, sniffing Zack's shirt that she was wearing and smiling teasingly. She walked past them from behind Zack, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Grr, this witch! Nat thought irritably, jealousy flaring in her chest. But she didn't say anything out loud. She just touched Zack's bare muscles with her one hand, and another on his chest feeling his heartbeat, as he grabbed her by the waist firmly and said seriously, looking into her eyes, "You have to go, Nat. Can you do it?" Zack asked, not with worry but with complete confidence in her abilities.
Nat looked up at him, then turned her head and heard intense fighting going on outside the shop—the sounds of clashing weapons, shouts, and screams. She saw through the broken windows that her Queen Guards were getting overwhelmed by a large bunch of attackers. She sighed deeply, knowing what she had to do. She nodded decisively as she left his warm embrace and walked gracefully toward the entrance, saying without looking behind, her voice calm and certain, "Please Take care of these big ones. Tyra, help them. I can take care of them myself, don't worry."
She went past Big Guy, nodding at him respectfully. He nodded back with understanding. CLAAPP! Both clapped each other's hands firmly in passing, smiling at each other with mutual respect. Then they went their separate ways—Nat walking confidently toward the entrance while Big Guy turned and gathered with Zack and the others.
SHAATEERR! SHATTERRR! SHAATTERR! SHATTEERRR!
Glass shattering sounds echoed loudly through the shop as many more people with weapons came crashing in violently through the remaining windows. Some fell toward Princess Natlia's path while others dropped toward Zack's group, spreading out to attack.
"Sigh! Big Guy, go help Sio. Little Princess, keep that sword woman busy. Zack and Tyra, help me with this group of people as I support you guys," Sasha said in a relaxed, commanding manner as she stretched her arms above her head. The movement made her round breasts press against and stick to Zack's shirt, giving it a nice, curved shape since she didn't wear a bra underneath. The outline was clearly visible.
Everyone nodded in agreement and went their separate ways to handle their assigned enemies.
Hmm...
Seeing a lot of people pouncing at her and coming close from all directions, Princess Natlia kept her composure. She slowly walked forward in a straight, perfect posture while bringing her clenched hands together. Between her fingers was a locket with a globe attached to it. Slowly, deliberately, she started putting it around her neck, lifting it up and over her head. Then she shouted while wearing it, her voice rising with royal authority and fury, "QUEEN GUARDS!!! LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!! IF YOU CAN'T PROTECT THIS PRINCESS AS I WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR, THEN FORGET EVER PROTECTING ANYONE!!!!!! DON'T BRING SHAME TO THE NAME OF QUEEN GUARDS!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST WARRIORS IN THIS CITY!!!! SO STOOPPPPPP PLAAAYIINNNGGG ARRROUUNNNDDDD ANNNDDD GGETTTTT FUCCKKIINNGG SEEERRRIOOUSSSSS!!!!! IF NOT, THEN THEERRREEE WIILL BEEE NNNOOO QUEEN GUARDS IN THE FUTURE!!! I, FUTURE QUEEN OF THE CITY OF EIRS, DON'T WANT SOME PATHETIC WORMS AS MY GUARDS!!!!!"
Natlia finished wearing the necklace and touched the globe gently, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it with reverence. Then she touched it to her chest, right over her heart.
SWWOOSSHHHHH! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB!
Her half-white royal jacket suddenly transformed, the fabric rippling and shifting. It turned into tight, flexible strong spikes that shot out in all directions and created a spiked shield around her body. The spikes stabbed multiple people at the same time with brutal efficiency, piercing through flesh and bone. They were left dead before they even reached the ground, their bodies going limp instantly. They fell down all around her like fallen leaves drifting to earth.
Her tight, full-sleeve white-golden outfit now remained underneath, the fabric reaching her upper thighs and hugging her body perfectly. She walked gracefully forward, her movement fluid and confident, showing off her perfect "S" figure as bodies fell around her in a circle of death. She kept smiling—a cold, dangerous smile—and said in a low, threatening voice that dripped with power, "I AM THE PRINCESS! DON'T YOU DARE THINK I AM SOME WEAK WOMAN!!"
She called back the spikes with a thought, and they retracted smoothly, turning back into her elegant half-vest tight coat and covering her figure once more. She looked untouchable, like a queen walking through her conquered enemies.
Outside, a few seconds ago...
"Uggh, there are so many!" one Queen Guard shouted, overwhelmed.
"What should we do? The princess is inside! We have to somehow defend!" another called out desperately.
"Tsk, can we kill them? They look unorganized," a third said, trying to assess the situation.
"What should we do, Queen Guard Boss?" someone asked urgently.
"Agh, what a pain! They are annoying, jumping around everywhere!" another complained, frustrated.
"QUEENNNN QUUUARRRDDSS!!!"
Suddenly, every single Queen Guard heard Princess Natlia's angry shout echoing from inside the shop. As if by pure instinct, their training kicking in, the Queen Guards suddenly formed a tight semi-circle in front of the shop entrance. Their gazes cleared and focused, all hesitation gone.
HHUUPPPPPP! TTNNKKKKK!!
They raised their long spears forward in perfect unison, stabbing multiple attacking people as some other Queen Guards rushed inside the shop to protect the princess directly.
"GOOD! GOOOD! THAT'S HOW OUR QUEEN GUARDS SHOULD WORK!!! NOW COMING BACK TO US, IT SEEMS WE ARE BEING LAUGHED UPON BY MANY!!!! I WANT TO ASK YOU, MY SOLDIERS OF CITY PROTECTION GUARDS UNDER ME, THE 2ND ROCK LEADER MIKAELA LARENTS—DOOOO YYOOUUU LIIKKKE BEING LAAUUGGHHEDD UPPOONNN!!!"
The 2nd Rock Leader roared powerfully as she came flying from above, descending like an avenging angel. She wore her proper black tight military outfit—high-waist black pants that hugged her legs, a black inner shirt, and a black leather full-sleeve jacket. Her large breasts were practically trying to pierce through her tight jacket, straining against the fabric. A white locket rested visibly on her black inner-covered chest. Her signature red glasses sat perfectly on her face beneath her military cap, which was positioned just right. Her slightly long hair strands floated dramatically with the wind, grazing her chest as she descended. Behind her, many similarly outfitted men and women wearing red glasses shouted in perfect echo, their voices unified, "NNOOOO, LLEEADDEERRRR!"
Mikaela nodded firmly with satisfaction and roared toward the enemies below, her voice booming with authority, "YYOOUU LILTTEE BUGGERRSS! YOOUU ARRREE INNN THHHEE CIITTYYY OOFF EIIIRRSSS, AND FOR YOU TO KILL OUR CROWN WILL NEED MORE POWER THAN YOU LITTLE PATHETIC ARMSSS! NOOWWWW, CIITTYYY QUUAARRDDSSS, KILLLL THEEEMM ALLLL! DON'T SPARE ANYONEEEEEEEE!!!"
"YEEESSS, LLEEEADDDERRRRRR!"
City Guards rushed down from above like a dark wave and started brutally killing the attackers. They didn't shout or boast—just moved in cold, efficient silence. Only the screams of dying enemy people remained, filling the air with terror.
Whooshh! Whooss!
More people kept jumping from above toward Princess Natlia, attacking from the air. But this time she didn't even care. She kept walking calmly forward, not bothering with anything, her eyes fixed ahead. Swords, spears, daggers, and blades were getting close to her body from all corners, closing in from every direction, when suddenly THUUMMMPPPP! A huge, muscular man jumped high above Princess Natlia and brought a massive shield above his head, holding it horizontally. He deflected half of the attacks with a single block, weapons clanging off the metal.
WHOSSHH! WHHOSOSSE!
Several Queen Guards rushed forward from the sides and completely surrounded Princess Natlia, forming a protective circle. Their long spears pointed outward toward the people rushing forward with killing intent.
SSTAABBBB! ACKKK! STAABB! AAAA! STABBB!
More attackers fell down with spears through their bodies, dying quickly. Not a single one came close to Princess Natlia as she continued walking.
SWWOOSSHSH!
Somebody from a distance threw many daggers toward the princess from all sides at once, trying to get past the guard formation. The Queen Guards with spears couldn't block or stop the thrown weapons—they were focused on the close-range threats.
TAANKKK! TAANKKK!!
But suddenly, four sharp-looking tall women in proper Queen Guard outfits appeared. They moved with incredible speed and precision, intercepting the daggers in quick succession. Then they threw them back with deadly accuracy, hitting the attackers' necks and killing them instantly.
These four Expert Queen Guard ladies surrounded Princess Natlia closely and walked at her exact pace, matching her steps perfectly. All four expert Queen Guards had short, practical hair with masks covering most of their faces, leaving only their sharp, deadly eyes visible. They wore long boots that reached high up their thighs, hugging their legs tightly. V-shaped corsets hugged their crotches snugly, the design leaving their toned upper thighs completely naked and exposed. The corsets also left their upper chests bare and exposed, their breast cleavage plunging outward dramatically, their full breasts trying to bounce out of their tight clinches with each movement. Armor plates protected their shoulders and forearms, and their fists were covered in tight leather gloves. They looked like sexy, dangerous warriors—beautiful but absolutely deadly. They stopped every single attack that tried to penetrate the protective circle of regular Queen Guards, their movements fluid and efficient as they slowly moved forward with the princess toward the shop entrance.
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Author Blabbering
Queen guards and warriors don't wait for permission—they prove themselves. And just like them, you and I don't need to prove anything to the world. The real challenge is proving it to ourselves. Proving that we are capable. Proving that we are not weak. Proving that when we truly set our mind to something, nothing—no fear, no failure, no voice of doubt—can stop us.
But here's the real question: who will wake us up from our own trance? Queen Guards have Princess but you - who do you have to wake up from the endless self-doubt, the overthinking, the noise screaming in our heads telling us we're not ready, not good enough, not strong enough? The truth is—no one is coming to wake us up. That responsibility is ours.
One day, you will wake up. One day, you'll decide you've had enough of standing still. So why not make that day today?
Imagine the worst, so fear loses its power. Believe the best, so hope takes control. Then stand up—yes, even if your legs are shaking—and do the thing you've been postponing. Take the risk. Chase the dream. Speak up. Start messy. Start scared. Just start.
Because once you wake up, once you truly believe in yourself, the world has no choice but to move out of your way. And when that happens, you'll realize—you were never weak. You were just asleep.
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