Chapter 334 - 334- Festival 65- Raid on a Rainy Night 4

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The female shrieked, her body shuddering as she took quick steps backwards, tripping over herself and hesitantly rushing backwards as her gaze lingered at the object that had rolled next to her foot. With a sudden movement,.the others were quick to act, one suddenly rushing forward as a bright light sparked between his palms. "Enough, you mongrel! My mana has charged up!" He proclaimed as a brilliant light ignited the darkness, sparkling their vision back to normal. "Master Skill! Nascent Glow!" He proclaimed, a glow of light erupting from the darkness, driving it away from the room. For a moment, their visions returned, and their heads spun about in search of their target. One of the males tripped over and fell clumsily, his head tilting at the object that stood in his way. "Shi–Shit! She's killed Rilo! She's killed Rilo!" He screamed out as he stood back up in haste, his head spinning to the left when a sudden shift in the air pulled his attention. A loud growl pierced the air as Elsie jumped into the lightened area, her body a whisp in the air as she lunged towards the man who cast the skill. Her Claes emerged, her body slowly tensing from the volume of mana that poured out of her body. "Dark Wolf Technique! Semi-shift!" An ability that enabled her to take the form of a human while her characteristics of a Wolf are amplified twice as much as normal. However, the overall effect was half of what she would achieve with a full shift. Her body was swift, and her movements precise. She emerged into the light in the blink of an eye while the masked figures still focused on recovering themselves. By the time they noticed her, she had already closed the distance between them and the man who summoned the skill. "You're a Healer right?! You're the most annoying here!" Just before she could land her claws on him, one of the males charged forward, a burst of energy erupting from his body. "Protect the Healer!" He announced as his body slammed against Elsie, a slight groan emanating from her lips as she smashed into the walls. She shook her head, a wind tide suddenly forming in the room as she looked up at the sight. "Master Skill! Rippling Winds!" The female proclaimed, a burst of green mana forming on her palm as it shot out as a blast of wind. Elsie groaned, her body suddenly submerged into the wall, and the traces of darkness that remained from the glow of the light upon the furniture of her room. She submerged into the darkness, pulling her entire being with her, temporarily removing her presence from the naked eyes. "Where is she?!" "She phased through the walls!" "What is even that?! How is she able to do that?!" Their confusion was palpable and understandable. After all, Dark Step was a technique mastered by the Darkpelt tribe. A tribe with an immense affinity for the darkness attribute. Elsie might have recently surpassed her limits and gained the ability to control Darkness just like the rest of her family, but that didn't mean she didn't learn the techniques. Most, if not all, major families had techniques or abilities that were specific to them. The Jun household had the Jun Chapters, the Merlin household had the High tier Magic and many other families possessed theirs. This was no different for the direct lineage of the Werewolf tribes. The Dark Wolf Techniques. Elsie ran across the wall in her dark form, moving like a shadow against the surfaces hindering the light. She flowed with such speed that the figures weren't aware of her movement. They were completely lost in her sneer, unable to truly get out despite the light present. With relative ease, she flowed through the wall and arrived at the other end, behind the female. She then lunged with a fluid motion, claws out and fangs bearing down, thirsty for blood. The other figures turned around, their bodies screaming in alarm at the danger. They screamed out in protest at the sight, stretching out their arms to warn the female as she slowly turned back as well. With widened eyes, the female came face to face with an angered Werewolf, her claws digging into her flesh in the blink of an eye. Screams and snarls pierced the air in the next second as slashed her claws across her chest once and then again. The force pushed the female's body backwards as Elsie suddenly increased the intensity and speed, Dark auras emitting from her fingertips. Each slash left an ugly laceration on her skin, blood festering out in large amounts as it was repeated again and again, forcing her body into the air. Elsie continued, her growls ferocious and her gaze stained with blood as she slashed away at the woman's chest. The others watched in silence, their gazes bulging open at the sight of the silhouette of their target's body slicing through their partner etched blatantly on the wall. 'Wha–What is this brutality? How dare she?!' One thought as he charged forward in quick strides, reaching his hand out to grab Elsie. The werebeast glanced at him in a fluid motion, her fingers emerging from the back of the female's motionless body. Their gazes locked, and in the next second, Elsie's body warped through the air. 'Shit!' He thought as he held his hand upwards to block the incoming attack, but sadly, Elsie rushed past him within that second. His body tilted backwards, his head snapping in realization as he attempted to grab onto her. 'She's after the Healer, goddammit!' He reached out, his body screaming at him to grab onto her, yet her quick reflexes and movement made it difficult to do so. The Healer seemed to have noticed as well, his body tilting backwards and his arm raised in the air as he prepared to shield himself at all costs. Luckily, they were not alone. The last male who had been standing behind came charging in from the sides, at a blindspot Elsie should not have noticed. A sledgehammer came down from the air, held firmly in his grasp, an outburst of mana exuding from his body. "die, you mutt!" With a swift motion, he slammed the hammer down, attempting to clubber Elsie with the force. But Elsie had sighted him from miles away, her nose and ear twitching with each passing second. Her body continued to remain active, ready to counterattack any incoming danger as long as she was capable of containing it. And so, as the hammer came down, so did her body as it was slowly, yet, quickly absorbed into the shadows. –BOOM!!! The hammer struck the ground with such force that it shook and vibrated. Cracks and bits of stones emerge from the relapse of the force. The male looked up and around, his hair standing on end as he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. 'Where did she go?!' He cried out, his gaze darting around as he turned back towards the Healer. "Stay close! Without your light, this darkness will eat us up once again. The last thing we need is you getting killed." He instructed while the latter quickly rushed up to him. The other male who had attempted to attack also walked up to them, rounding themselves and facing their backs on one another. Now, they have only themselves to win this fight. "This was supposed to be a capture. Why has it become a fight with our death on the line?" "Our lives were always on the line. We just didn't know it would be on the line today." "Quit your yapping! This bitch is cunning and utilizes the Dark! She's definitely a Werewolf of the Dark affinity. We can not fall prey to her taunts." A cold laughter pierced their ears, their bodies moving about in a quick motion. "Where are you?!" "Show yourself!" They cried out, anger revolving deeply within them, while the lingering sensation of fear remained. She was still an entity that could kill them at a moment's notice. One of the males cursed under his breath, a bad taste lingering behind his throat. 'It is times like this when we envy the Non-system users....but we will win this.' "Why don't we retreat?" The Healer asked, his tone laced with hesitation, but his question was answered quite abruptly by their target. "Retreat? What makes you think I would let you do that? Right now. You either die, or I die...." Her voice was a cold hush, one that caused their hair to stand and send a chill down their bones. It was a frightening situation for a band of strong men such as themselves, but their opponent had proven difficult to apprehend. "Dark Wolf Technique...." Her voice causes a stir in their emotions, their swords striking into the air with no apparent target. "Dark Clones." A figure warped through the air, causing one of the masked men to slash at it. A burst of laughter echoed as a result as another image flashed through the air. The next male slammed his hammer at it, but another round of laughter burst into the air. And yet, another figure flashed into the air, and then another, and another. This continuous and spontaneous process occurred again, and again. Causing the three men to glance about, their heads spinning in confusion at the multiple warps in their presence. "There's too many!" "Shit! Which is the real one?!" The male with the sledgehammer clicked his tongue, his arm resting on the hilt of his weapon as his thoughts reeled in. 'Forget which is the real one. We don't even know where the real one is!' Suddenly a claw slashed through the healer's right arm, a pained groan escaping his lips as a splash of blood erupted from the wound. He fell to his knee as he held his right arm, or where it was supposed to be. The ball of light diminished until it flickered silent while a loud muffled exclamation of pain escaped his lips. "My arm!!!"

Chapter 334 - 334- Festival 65- Raid on a Rainy Night 4

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