Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

The wolf-girl’s glance rounded the tent, "Go on, do enough damage, get them to the brink of death; healers exist," Dread’s voice filled her ears.

One by one all the ’Trailonian soldiers’ she could count were surrounded by pinkish energy and took the forms of the Psyching Dread she had seen before.

Which one was Dread? Which one did she HAVE to kill!? The brilliant blue pools darted everywhere, "Aegis-Aura!" she coated herself in a bluish aura and bared her fangs.

Fumeko glanced to Jotou, "Uh, what’s the plan here?"

Jotou, with blood lingering across her face, faced the brunette, then Hotaru, then Arabella beginning to go rogue as well... "I don’t know!" she turned to the magician, "Asobi, do Blinding Mask on both her and Arabella!"

As if the usage of her manifestation affinity and all her invisibility spells had not taken a toll already. She nodded and aimed her wand, "Okay, but I’m really running low."

Arabella, seeing her attack deflected by the large man and his greatsword took several steps back. In pinkish light, Arabella noticed her sister covered in a bluish aura.

The Ashen Whisper sprinted to her side. Hotaru turned and readied her claws to the Psyching Dread sprinting towards her before she fluttered her lashes and- Wait, that was no Psyching Dread, it was, "Jotou!"

Arabella ran in front of Hotaru and guarded her, pointing her sabre to everyone.

Hotaru’s blue eyes widened, the blonde guarding her with the armite blade, "Jotou, where’s everyone!?"

The real Jotou squinted from the other side of the tent, "Right here!"

"I don’t think she’s talking to you!" Fumeko yelled back.