Chapter 335 - 335- Festival 66- Raid on a Rainy Night 5

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The other two glanced at him, their confusion and shock etched in their quick movements when the light cut off. "Shit! Turn it back on, Healer!" "What do you mean, turn it back on? His arm is gone!" The last two argued while the Healer whimpered, his body shivering from his arm forcefully pulled out of its socket. Now, the darkness they had so depended on was gone, and the swift movement of the clones of their target still lingered in the air. Despite their best efforts to stay together and face their target, they were now in utter disorderliness, barely waiting for their death to come knocking on their door. A female cackle pierced the air as the second male suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream, the sound of flesh ripping at the same time. The Healer suddenly lifted his left arm, the bright light flickering back to life, returning their visions once again. One of the other masked males was standing, his shield held out in front of him, and the other was on his knees, holding onto the socket of his left arm. Blood spurted out in great amounts as he groaned in pain. The other two glanced at each other, the masked male with the shield nodding in satisfaction when a subtle blur in the air took shape right in front of him. His eyes bulged open at the sight of flesh and blood spurting out as he watched their target stab her claws into the body of the Healer within a second. The Healer's screams reached him easily as he attempted to slam her away, but his movement seemed to be a fraction too late compared to what she did next. A low growl erupted from her mouth as she opened it, revealing two pointed canines that sent a shiver of fear down the Healer's body. She bit it into his neck, impulses surging out from the side of the bite into his body, sending waves of pain to assault his senses. The Healer quivered in shock, falling to his knees as she bit out a whole chunk of his flesh, half of his neck gone in the process. Blood and flesh splurged into the air, mixing in inhumane contents as it splashed against the ground and the people around them. Elsie jumped away from the body in the next second, just as the masked man's shield slammed against the Healer, sending his body reeling into the air. It crashed onto the ground, rolling over until it came to a forceful stop on a table. The Healer's mouth was clouded with blood as a pool of crimson formed around him, his eyes drifting into the welcoming hands of death. His eyes were still widened open, shock and pain etched in whatever life was left in his eyes. The ball of light dimmed once again, until it turned dark, as his last breath escaped his blocked lungs. The last man spun around, his shield placed heavily on his chest. His shock was palpable, and the fear etched with his startling movements. He whipped around in search of her, his breath shaky from ragged breathing. "Co–Come out you bitch!" He cried out, while his other partner continued to whimper in pain as he stood up. "We–We need to sti–ick together. We should send a notice to the boss!" The masked male with the shield whipped his gaze towards his partner or the source of the voice where he heard from. The darkness had descended once again and taken away their sight, and this time, it was there to stay. "We can't even escape her?! How do we notify the others?!" He exclaimed while the sounds of movement perched on his ears. He tensed up and turned around, swinging his shield with him in a frantic attempt. It swung in the air and struck nothing; the force, though, pulled him forward, an inch away from his partner. It was at that moment that his entire body screamed at him in dread. Whipping his gaze back to the source, something flashed through the air and clung to his partner. His gaze blurred, his vision hazy as he blinked repeatedly to get rid of it. 'Shit! Shit! What's happening?!' The room was soon filled with the low snarls of an angry Werewolf, not one or even two, but multiple. Clone after clone lunged onto his partner's body, clawing their way onto his skin and biting into his flesh. The following noise was his pained-filled cries and choked proclamations as he attempted to fend himself against them. The more he resisted, the higher the number of clones that clung to him. Of course, the masked male with the shield did not understand what was occurring as his vision was currently useless but the sound more than told him what was going on. With a last brutal attempt, he charged towards the noise, a battle cry escaping his lips. "Come at me you mutt!" At his command, a blur in the air appeared in his midst, Elsie taking root in his presence as she slammed into him with brute force. A thud occurred, pushing him back and sending his body into the air. He crashed into the ground, Elsie landing next to him and running after his rolling body with all four of her limbs. Her body was like a blur in the darkness, completely part of the concept the darkness provided. One could often confuse darkness and shadow, and perhaps the night but one must remember that each thrives in the other. Shadow thrives in darkness and darkness thrives in the night. Though different, with darkness bringing mostly misfortune, when it comes to the concept of that which is opposite of light, all are held accountable. This means that the shadows provide a source of darkness for Elsie to control and manipulate to her will. All that matters is her energy level present to control only a miniscule of the vast Darkness that plunges the earth. The Darkpelt tribe were known for that, and as a direct lineage from the Chieftain, hers was especially potent. This made it relatively easy for her to manipulate darkness to a certain extent. One which can be improved with time and training. As she made herself subdued into the shadows that were in the darkness, it made her speed and strength relatively higher than those who were as strong as her. Making it possible to defeat five of those who were on the same level as her. While the former was being devoured by a barrage of Elsie clones, the other was staggering to his feet as he felt a sudden pressure on his neck. In a split second, his body was sent into the air and smashed against the hardened floor. An eruption of sound and vibrations spread across the impact. He coughed up blood when he felt two pools of crimson balls stare deeply into his soul. "Who are you people? Are you part of the System Uprisers? Have you come in search of us, Non-System users?" However, she had a hunch that the barrage of attacks she heard from all over the school was coming from similar rooms. Rooms she may have unknowingly marked out on coming to the Academy. 'I wanted to know those who were System Users and Non-system Users at first. Simply out of curiosity.....but I guess I should thank myself for doing that.' The man coughed out again, blood splashing over Elsie's face as his bloodied lips curled into a wicked grin. "I'd rather die than reveal anything." Elsie giggled. 'As expected....but, the answers I want. I will get them in the end...' Something told her that what was going on was much bigger than just her. These were the same set of people that attacked her room neighbour, and she was sure of it. Could she prove it? Well, yes, her nose could trace out something that all the masked figures seemed to have. "Fine then." She said as she pulled him into the air, her hand firmly grasped over his throat as her claws dug into his flesh. Blood dribbled down, and pain exploded in his body as he grabbed onto her arm, slamming and striking against it to pull it out. He groaned as a burst of mana erupted from his body, surrounding his shield as he pulled it up and attempted to slam it back down. His mana erupted into a gust of flames that surrounded his shield, forming a second skin that glowed within the darkness. 'Master Skill!...Shield Bash!' He said, ready to end it with his last attack but as his shield descended, Elsie's body began to move. The air whipped across his body as he was swung with insane speed, much faster than his intended skill. He felt a trembling pain as his body was suddenly slammed against the wall of the room, sending a quake down the wall. His eyes bulged out as he was forced right through like a butter knife. She smashed him through the wall of her room and into the hallway, a relative amount of crimson mana ensuing out of her body in the process. 'Hah.....I was right next to the wall?' He wondered in confusion, his body spinning in slow motion while the grip on his shield loosened. "Die then." were the last words he heard before a loud thud occurred as his body slammed against the ground, followed by a quick and powerful snap of the neck. His body lay still, his shield still held unto his grip while Elsie slowly stood to her feet. At the same time, the darkness within her room vanished, and the clones dispersed into nothing while a carcass of a human body fell to the ground. Lumps of flesh and a pool of blood formed around it, holes and bite marks etched on its motionless body. She glanced at the glowing shield, her thoughts reeling in as she picked it up. 'I didn't use the gauntlets in the end...' She thought as she grabbed onto the shield, the flames standing still without burning her. 'I guess his death doesn't mean his skill gets deactivated?' She looked around, her head stopping at the side of her room where a familiar figure stood, a grumpy expression etched on her blood-stained face. Elsie chuckled. "Hah....you must be Sophie, right?"

Chapter 335 - 335- Festival 66- Raid on a Rainy Night 5

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