Chapter 397: The Real Threat of the Jackal Mercenaries
After Feida died, things turned ugly fast. In the initial brawl Omilaena took out one of the Jackal mercenaries, and two more died in the clash, but their side was cut in half. Now she fled back through the walls, dragging Kulha and another injured tribesman behind her.
Jackal Thirteen drifted overhead, as light and deadly as a razor wire.
Omilaena waited for him to gather his threads for a strike, then used her remaining trump card: she exhaled as large a cloud of poison overhead as possible, blanketing the sky over the courtyard. One of the mercenaries going over the wall fell into it, screaming, and Jackal Thirteen twisted away in midair to avoid the cloud. While she was hidden, Omilaena broke through the door of the next wall and dropped off her cargo.
She couldn't drag them to safety unless she thinned out the enemy a little more, so she pivoted instead of running. Omilaena exhaled another line of poison at the mercenaries following her, hopefully dropping more.
Before she could grab the injured, a mercenary plunged through the smoke, unharmed. Omilaena leapt back in surprise, barely evading the sword he chopped in her direction over and over. Did he have some sort of immunity ability? No... this one wasn't alive, it was just another puppet.
She deflected the sword with a needle, then cut through the puppet's throat. It slowed, though it wasn't taken out, confirming that they weren't invincible, just not exactly living. While it stumbled she also confirmed that it wasn't one of the mercenaries she'd killed, but one that had been in the original group. At least Jackal Thirteen couldn't create puppets like this instantly.
The wall beside her exploded and the former Manticore tribe patriarch rushed at her. The symbols of his soul nearly overcame her as she was forced to leap back.
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Total Power: 1048