The other guards finally realized what was happening, too. The attack was so quick and quiet that no one else had noticed aside from Jas before he shouted.
But the attack, the brutality of it, made even them feel scared and panicked. Jas, being very experienced, kept himself composed.
Mia, instead, didn't really know what to do. She felt her heart beating fast and loud as a drum. She still wasn't used to such a situation, and terrified, she hid behind Jas, holding onto his jacket tightly, as if it could protect her.
Chaos erupted at that point. The Chimaeric Demons dropped all pretense of disguise and launched themselves at the remaining security.
They moved with inhuman speed and ruthless determination. The guards were not in the best of the positions since they had to pay attention not to injure their allies, and most importantly, Miss Turke.
The fact they were getting surrounded by people appearing out of thin air didn't make things easier for them.
But while they had this handicap and could only fight lee, the Chimaeric Demons were in a similar situation.
Since they had to replace everyone there, not only they had to avoid ruining their clothes, they also had to be as silent and fast as possible to avoid the other travelers from finding out what
was happening.
They had to pull their punches and restrict their transformations to avoid causing a scene that would attract unwanted attention.
One Chimaeric Demon leaped over a luggage cart, his legs coiling like springs. He landed on a bodyguard's back, his arms transforming into a garotte that tightened around the man's neck. The guard thrashed and struggled, but the Chimaeric Demon held fast, squeezing until the
man went limp.
Another Chimaeric Demon charged head-on at a pair of guards who had ford a protective circle in front of Jas and the president's daughter. The guards took out their swords, but the Chimaeric Demon avoided the slashes easily.
He barreled into the guards, his arms expanding into a net of grasping, crushing tentacles, then necks snapped.
The rest of the Chimaeric Demons, who had already replaced so of the bodyguards but hadn't acted yet, turned on their supposed allies.
The tactic was the sa: crush their necks. The real bodyguards fell quickly.
As the fight got worse, things got ssier. A bodyguard fighting a Chimaeric Demon fell into
a luggage cart.
Suitcases flew everywhere, spilling their stuff all over the ground. At the sa ti, another bodyguard accidentally knocked over so chairs while trying to defend himself from a clone.
This made a lot of noise.
The airfield was now full of loud sounds. The noise was loud enough that so of the Chimaeric Demons stopped fighting for a mont and went on checking if soone was coming here. Of course, they imdiately got replaced by other clones, who did their part of
the job in their stead.
But even if soone heard sothing, they would be done already by the ti they arrived, and if soone actually did, they would get alerted by the clones replacing the guards, security, and personnel within the airport. This fight could only go one way, and the clones were going to make sure it would.
In the end, they defeated all the bodyguards without problems.
Jas had been the last one to fall. The president's daughter looked at him dead on the
ground, tier in her eyes.
She wanted to cry, but she knew that if that happened, she would look weak, and her situation
would worsen.
She needed to stay calm and think. She had to find out who the hell just attacked them, who
killed Jas, and why many of the people she knew took part in this. She might be able to give the information to her mother.
But there were no more fights, no more screams, no more death. Because there was no one
alive on her side.
The president's daughter stood alone, wide-eyed and trembling, surrounded by the bodies of her security detail and by the Chimaeric Demons who took the guards' and workers' place. She was unhard-not a hair out of place-but the shock and fear in her eyes could still be
seen.
Erik shapeshifted back into his human form. He was naked, but he didn't care.
He walked, going through the empty lane and heading toward the barrack, where the fight
ensued.
Once there, he gave a quick look around, seeing the aftermath of the violent fight. Dead bodyguards were scattered on the ground, but there was no sll of blood in the air. The Chimaeric Demons had been as lethal as they promised, and that without a single drop of blood being spilled.
Erik then glanced at the president's daughter. She was standing in front of the plane's stairs, looking scared and shocked, but trying to keep a calm facade.
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