The gladiators backed away worriedly. rcy stood gracefully in the middle of the battlefield, her large black and red scythe in hand.
With her crimson eyes raised to the sky, she srized spectators with her powerful aura. Her hair had been cut short, back to its length from 2 years prior.
Her radiant body was now unblemished, marked by fla tattoos that flowed down to her hands glowing like fire.
She looked down, a contented smile on her lips, and exhaled slightly. Her heart was beating faster than ever, but it wasn’t a feeling she hated.
Almost blushing, she felt a rush of pleasure and excitent then observed the enormous scythe whose blade did not touch the ground. She caressed the tal with a lancholy look.
"... Sorry Peet, looks like I couldn’t make a spear...but that’s okay too, right? Because I’m ."
She raised the weapon effortlessly and twirled gracefully like a dance. It was as if she had made one with the scythe.
Iris, Morgiana, and Lilith watched completely speechless, no one in the arena could convey a word, and for the second ti, Wrath was standing.
rcy twirled her scythe one last ti and fixed it in an offensive stance, the scythe extended to the side and the gladiators in front of her.
"I hope you had fun." Her voice sounded oddly cheerful. "Because now it’s my turn. I’ll pay you back a thousand tis what you did to ."
A trendous burst of aura erged from her, sweeping the ground and forcing the gladiators back, but as soon as they blinked, the girl disappeared.
"Uh?!"
They flinched and began to look around, but rcy was nowhere in sight.
However, while everyone looked everywhere, Wrath and Dora kept their eyes glued to the sky.
(What a strange feeling...)
A small speck in the sky descended like a hawk on its prey, but unlike its extraordinary speed, ti was slow for her.
(I feel so light...I feel like I can do anything.)
An explosion occurred on the gladiators. They stepped back in shock and released their aura, but then they realized an alarming change: there were four of them.
"Ah? I just stepped on ya, yer too easy to break."
The cloud of smoke dissipating, rcy erged in a grueso scene.
The crushed skull of a gladiator lay beneath her feet. She then shifted her attention to the remaining four, flashing them a smile.
"Co on, it’s funnier when ye attack . Cm’here, ya want that body, right?"
The gladiators growled, and one of them moved forward, grabbed his weapon tightly, and rushed towards her.
"More like it."
rcy swiftly crossed the battlefield in a re blink of an eye, leaving the three warriors frozen as they watched their comrade disintegrate into dozens of pieces and his limbs fall to the ground. rcy twirled her scythe again and stretched it to the side.
"By the way, the one with the dog helt..."
She glanced at the man who was starting to back away.
"Don’t panic, I’ll save you for last."
The man froze in place, his helt hiding the distress on his face. rcy turned around and took another deep breath, her eyes closed.
(...Is this what it feels like to be the strongest...or is it just this warmth inside ?)
She trembled a little, the joy growing greatly within her to the point of making her fear a heart attack. But at that mont, alone in her world, nothing else mattered, or more precisely, only the things she wanted burned inside her.
Her eyes opened, piercing the retreating gladiators, but the girl’s gaze was not on them but on the corridor behind.
She let out a laugh and leaned forward, moving her scythe behind her, and then her feet left the ground.
"Watch out!!!" One of the gladiators shouted, not realizing that his body was being cut in two before he could finish his concise sentence.
rcy walked behind the remaining gladiators, the crowd showering the field with screams. She was inaccessible, untouchable. She was graceful and she knew it. She was more than all powerful and as a result, a new feeling was growing within her.
She raises her scythe horizontally with a smug look.
"Should I give ya a free shot? It’s so easy it’s borin’."
Gladiators would normally jump at her, regardless of the difference in power, but this ti sothing was different. Little by little, the mist disappeared from the area and, as the spectators, they beca more and more lucid.
The bodies of their comrades, the girl who slaughtered them effortlessly. They realized how bad their situation was and that the girl was determined to send them to the ground.
For her part, rcy’s action revolved around them, but her gaze and her attention were elsewhere.
"Next."
She stepped forward, prompting the gladiators behind her to move away. They landed further away, looking at their distressed bodies, but no injuries were seen. They looked at each other and then slowly at rcy who was laughing.
"My, what a bunch of scareddy cats, where has yer courage gone?"
She spun her scythe in one hand and tossed it into the air, then spread her arms smugly.
"There, the spice is gone, co now yer cowar..."
The wolf-headed warrior’s sickle instantly hit her stomach. The audience let out a scream, while her three comrades stood in their seats. The man, a little trembling, took his second sickle and twirled it in his hand.
"No need to ask twice, you idiot."
He swung his sickle and struck her right arm, then took out his second sickle to slash her joints at high speed. His act accomplished, he turned towards his comrades with his fist in the air.
"I neutralized her, let’s punish her now!" But no one answered.
He stopped moving, in a field where ti seed to have stopped, and under his stunned gaze, his last two companions lay lifeless, the scythes planted on the ground and their bodies cut vertically in two.
"So even like that, have you still tried to do this?" rcy’s voice brought him back to reality.
He turned slowly, realizing her voice was too far from the ground despite her cut knees. He t her gaze and, as he feared, rcy was on her feet, her injuries nowhere visible.
"What’s so fun about that? Ya can’t fight if ya don’t abuse soone? Is it an illness? Or is it cuz I’m a girl? Are ya an animal?"
The heat increased further, rcy’s body turning orange and the atmosphere red. She stepped forward and the gladiator backed away.
"I’ve seen a lot of idiots here, but yer the only one who really pissed off... Ya don’t want to kill ? You want to do that shit?"
A wave of heat hit the man, sending him to the ground. He stood up abruptly, determined to run, but his body couldn’t listen.
"AAARGH!!!"
He fell back to the ground, unbearable pain sending an electric shock through his body, and when he looked behind him, he realized with horror that his left leg was burned.
"Wh...what-AARH!!! Back up! Back up!!!"
He shouted as rcy stood on his left foot, the heat reaching new limits.
"How dare ya even ask for help? After what ya did yer begging ? Ya tried to play with with yer pals and now yer begging? Ya really think that I will spare ya?!"
A new wave of heat swept through the arena, reaching the audience who let out horrified screams. rcy, Iris, and Morgiana could stand the heat, but seeing clothes burning on the first seats, they understood that the situation was really bad.
Iris tried to call out to her friend, but the mont she opened her mouth, a violent wave of heat dried her throat and made her cough profusely.
The man on the ground let out piercing screams, his body literally burning in the heat. rcy stepped on his leg which turned red then brown and slowly broke it, pushing his screams towards another roof.
"Ya want forgiveness? Ya want to let you go after that? You wanted to have yer fun, to humiliate , why not continue?"
The scorching heat was increased tenfold, this ti the girl could clearly feel it and Iris motivated them to leave. The public went into a frenzy and tried to flee, causing an uproar, but on the ground, one person, unable to move, was being cooked alive.
His throat was dry and hot, his flesh burned, and his stomach boiled. His voice turned into a high-pitched song, his eyes were like eggs in boiling water, and soon sothing else touched his face.
"I’ll let ya go."
rcy’s voice brought him out of his hell. He was already blind, but his ears still worked so he could hear her clearly.
"I’ll let you go if ya beg . Beg for yer life and apologize like the shit you are."
She stepped on her second leg which underwent the sa treatnt, causing another scream but this ti the man had difficulty controlling his voice.
".... ohy... Ah ohhy... ghet go! Phese.... PWEASE!!! Ah beh yeh!!!"
"Didn’t hear ya insult yerself."
He stretched his arm toward the origin of the voice.
"Ah a ehdiot.... Ah hohhy... beh yoh... phweeave..."
Then an object ca into contact with him, too delicate to ignore. He stopped when rcy put her glowing foot on his helt.
"Rember how pathetic ya were before dyin’."
A burst of heat crossed the arena, and the man’s screams reached the sky.
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