The canalized beam of amber energy flowing from the cristal over the blue wood Staff of the Old Man continues its assault against the improvised spherical protection of four interconnected [Rouleaux Barrier]'s.
The other three Young n materialize short canes as the center of their chests lights up, making appear large black Wolves in front of each of them, an action that the Old Man does too, but his beast has a blue fur.
{The [Rouleaux Barrier] is unable keep at bay trespassers!}
Being aware of what is coming, I sprint out of the spherical protection, forcing the wolves to focus their attention on .
{These individuals are not "Summoners", so I can infer that they are people who made the "Pact" that I saw in "Protocol", if so, eliminating them, their beasts should die as well}
Closing the gap, two wolves attempt to flank on either side while the third lunges at opening his jaws and showing the sharpness of his teeth and fangs.
In response, I [Blink], reappearing in front of one of the young n with my left hand extended, reaching for him, catching his face and squashing it with the monstrous pressure of my oppressive grasp.
My movent does not stop there, as I throw a whip-style blow with my right fist imitating a "Morningstar Maze", obliterating the head of the second enemy.
Jumping forward, I launch a descending left kick over the last youngster, destroying his head without further ado; Twisting my body rapidly as i fall onto the floor, I intercept the Blue Wolf pouncing at with a right kick, sending him directly towards the wall as the whimpers of dying wolves behind echoes through the hall of the Library reception.
The Old Man stops the beam attack against my companions as i move forward with obvious intention of killing him; In a swift motion i take away his Staff with my left hand as i prepare myself to deliver another deadly kick.
However, sothing strange occurs, my left hand is completely closed into a fist as the Staff stop existing, materializing again in the Old Man hands, who attacks with the wooden object as a blunt weapon against my right leg, which at this mont is my only support holding my weight.
Vyåhö quickly reinforces my body to withstand the impact that is about to crash against my knee; However, the Staff is completely shattered into hundreds of splinters the instant that enters in contact with my transparent [Zöhår mbrane].
The Old Man releases the rest of the Staff as he and the blue wolf himself cry in agony, screaming and trembling uncontrollably in pain with an exaggeration that has no place in a combat.
{Weak... , If these people are part of the "Old Ones" that "Protocol" ntioned, clearly, not all of them are participants in that "Aberration" that served as a catalyst for Clarattoia}
Taking advantage of the Old Man's bad disposition, I finish my kick and slam him against the wall, falling over his blue wolf.
My instincts sharpen and I sense danger as my muscles tense, injecting "Quelizt" into my veins and accelerating my blood flow.
My body tilts to my right, and a projectile of that disgusting swamp green fire passes right by where my head was a mont ago.
This makes my fury imdiately overflow, turning fast towards the reception desk with the full intention of penetrating the Old Woman with a "Vwöölth", carving a hole on everything in the path of my powerful ammunition.
But my anger is quickly cald down when I see the Landlady materialize a stylish light platinum brown shotgun out of thin air; Shooting practice pellets of Zöhår, which although not lethal, the impact is between 5 and 9 tis more powerful per individual strike than a real and fatal whole shot of Zöhår.
{Yep!, She is an Archon!, Not an Angel!; And since when is possible to create weapons out of nowhere?!}
Pointing my right hand towards the Old Man's head, he angrily covers himself with his arms, creating a [Rouleaux Barrier] too.
But instead of just blast him apart, I try to think of what type of ammunition I should use to eliminate my opponent without causing too much damage to the building; Resorting to the standard ammunition of the Kcrwlmndth Federation as I point three out of my five fingers and two opposite thumbs of my hand.
—"[Ionic Strike]".
My three aligned fingers are coated instantly with a slightly golden yet milky whitish energy, from which a projectile is condensed and violently thrown out as soon as it is ford.
The [Rouleaux Barrier] of the Old Man is destroyed along with his [Zöhår mbrane], ripping both forearms and a part of his face, but he manage to remain alive from my attack.
{ntal note, "Sacrificing your arms to protect vital parts of the body is viable"}
Snapping the fingers of my right hand, I simultaneously fire two sonic blasts that through amplification thanks to the Vyåhö, can beco super or even hypersonic; Although for now, the sonic crash is enough to blow up the Old Man's head.
Then, the blue wolf howls, disappearing as if he had never existed to begin with.
{So the creatures of the "Pact" can be hurt, but they don't die unless you kill the person who made the "Contract" that was ntioned by Carmorac; Thinking about it carefully, the blue wolf's eyes were yellow like the Staff's crystal... , Could it be that the "Pact" also grants you this advantage?}
The noise of six shotgun shots more sounds loudly, the Landlady wrath over the fake receptionist is akin to my friend Carmorac when soone disrespects Laiara.
The Landlady jumps over the reception desk, grabbing the Old Woman from her bun of hair as the cannon of the shotgun is pointed out to her face, almost surrounding the right eye of the defeated Old Hag.
—Answer , Where is "Kauliette"?, and don't taste my patience...
The threatening voice of the Landlady along with her piercing savage glare makes her look like the embodint of sexiness, provoking a tingling sensation on my manhood only because i am observing her.
{Holy crap!, How am i supposed to live having this urges coming out from everywhere?!, During my Military Service never once they pop up, and there were plenty of attractive won here and there across the Northern Front}
—If you an the "Current Receptionist", She is too stubborn...
Reply the fake receptionist with distress, angering the Landlady, lifting higher the defeated Old Hag by her bun and making her whimper.
—She has locked the doors to remain open and keeps active the Zöhår Do, we need to deactivate it imdiately so the Bismuthic Amalgamation doesn't block up evenly, but she is not cooperating...
—Let guess, so of you are more, "forceful" in their approach...
"Nisha's" words shut down the Old Hag, who looks to the side, averting her gaze from ours.
Fearing the worst, the Landlady forces the Old Hag to stand up and walk towards the inner part of the library; It is clear that this woman they have ntioned is at least a close acquaintance of the Queen Mireya and her niece.
Using the fake receptionist as a living shield, the group enters behind the Landlady, noticing that in the next hall, there are several groups of people, so wearing out of ti clothing, while others have contemporary attires.
Our presence causes a commotion, seeing the fake receptionist as a hostage, so of the people gasp in disbelief.
{Most likely they thought that the previous group could deal with us}
Scanning the surroundings, I quickly spot the Receptionist, a woman with green aqua hair and bright vibrant aquamarine eyes that is forced to be on her knees.
Her beauty is highly diminished by the black eye and the other bruises on her face, as sienna blood is running out from her cherry lips.
But this is irrelevant as she is staring defiantly to a Blonde Young Man who doesn't like this at all, audibly clicking his tongue and giving a signal to the person standing besides him, a tall bulky fatty who launches a left punch towards the woman's face, sending her to the floor.
"—Close the damn door's!, Why is so difficult to understand..."
Say the Blonde Young Man, who receive rapidly a response "—No..."; Enraged, he kicks the receptionist over the ground in the stomach, knocking the air out of her and causing her to spit out bloody saliva.
"—Damn it Peasant Woman!, You are wasting the energy from the generator, and making far worse to deal with the Bismuthic Amalgamation!..."
"—More peasants..."
Whisper another Young Man of white hair, deep pink eyes and albine skin, interrupting the Blonde Young Man as the forr materialize a Silver Saber that is wielded on his right, using his other hand to grab the right arm of the Recepcionist so she stands up fast enough.
—Let do the talk...
State the Icy Doll resolutely.
—Most of you are not in their right mind to discuss this situation and avoid any possible fight that could damage the integrity of the building...
Her words are accepted, receiving an approving nod from the Landlady and Nisha; The latter staying behind with the injured young man and the Landlady's niece; The rest of us advance along with our living shield as a leverage, sa attitude of the group in front of us.
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