Chapter 23: The girl who became a Mercenary 2
Then, with a heavy thud, she landed and seized Galaal's head, slamming it onto the table.
Bam!
The table splintered under the force, sending cards and coins flying into the air.
"...!"
The guards, startled by the sudden intrusion of the girl, instinctively reached for their weapons at their waists.
"Hehehe!" she chuckled, a smile spreading across her face. It was clear she was about to revel in what was to come—the thrill of battle, the excitement of toying with her opponents. There was nothing more exhilarating than this; it was precisely why she loved bounty hunting.
They moved, but to her, they were painfully slow.
Everything around her seemed to unfold in slow motion. She stepped on the hand of a man reaching for a spear on the ground, the sound of bones breaking echoing with a loud crack. Grinning, she spun around on her heel.
Next, she stomped on the back of another man's hand as he tried to draw a sword from his waist, and swiftly twisted the wrist of a third man who lunged at her with a dagger, snapping it with ease. She was lightning fast.
Each attempt to draw their weapons was met with a split-second delay, and that was all the time she needed. One by one, she subdued them. There was no need for her katana—just a swing to the chin or a punch to the face was sufficient.
"Ugh..."