857 Hunting for Shade (14)
As the clamor of battle echoed through the grand halls of Gabriel's villa as Erik kept killing the guards, Rebecca faced down five guards, their swords drawn and gleaming.
Her decision to stay behind and confront the threat had been instinctive.
She didn't know if she would be strong enough to stop these guys, but she had to try.
The fights throughout the mission hadn't been simple for her, as she was weaker than her comrades.
Though determination surged through her after seeing what Erik did.
It gave her hope that one day, she could reach the sa heights, but to do that, she needed experience.
Though she knew that carrying out this mission was outside the scope of her abilities.
As the guards closed in, she grasped the severity of the predicant into which she had thrown herself into.
With a deep breath, she called upon her power, feeling the familiar heat spread through her veins as her form shifted.
Her skin thickened into scales, shimring with a tallic hue, while a tail sprouted behind her, lending balance and strength.
Her face elongated into a lizard visage, eyes narrowing into slits.
It was at that mont the guards recognized who she was. The daughter of the Fierce Lioness. The five guards looked at each other, but then they nodded.
The first guard charged, sword raised high. Rebecca's instincts kicked in.
Powered by her brain crystal power, she sidestepped the attack, using her tail to sweep the guard's legs out from under him.
As he fell, she killed him with a sharp twist of her hand, sending her sword plunging into the man's chest.
The other guards looked at each other. They understood they couldn't underestimate her.
Victory was short-lived. As she killed the first guard, two more appeared, swords at the ready.
Rebecca's mind raced. The confines of the hallway limited her mobility, but she could use this to her advantage, preventing the guards from encircling her.
She confronted the new challengers directly, deflecting their blows with her sword. Each parry and riposte was executed with precision, and she killed the two adversaries.
However, the guards were well-trained, their formations tight and disciplined, making it hard for Rebecca to find an opening.
With each passing mont, the fight grew more intense. Rebecca's strength allowed her to hold her ground, but the constant onslaught wore on her.
Her scales provided protection against the swords' edges, yet the sheer number of opponents threatened to overwhelm her.
To fight against five opponents at the sa ti was challenging enough, but as she defeated each one, another would take its place. Now, she contended with seven opponents.
Just as she killed another guard, two more joined the fray.
The pattern repeated itself, a never-ending cycle of combat that pushed Rebecca to her limits.
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