Chapter 47: Jealous? That’s ridiculous
She leaped onto a wooden crate to gain height, her eyes quickly scanning the battlefield. Time seemed to slow down.
Her movements were a blend of brutal martial arts and supernatural grace, each gesture maximizing efficiency.
Two daggers left her hands simultaneously, piercing the skulls of two jackals that collapsed like disjointed puppets.
She jumped off the edge, her legs locking around the neck of a third jackal in a deadly scissor hold. A sharp crack echoed—the spine gave way under the pressure. Landing, she pivoted, avoiding a bite, and plunged a dagger into the heart of a fourth opponent.
The Paladin, protected by her armor, held her ground, but she was less effective. A jackal slashed her shoulder, the armor absorbing the blow, but she staggered. Yara intervened, slashing the attacker’s throat. "Focus, kid!" she barked. "You’re not here to dance!"
The Paladin, teeth clenched, retaliated, her blade decapitating a jackal. "I told you I’m handling it!" she shouted, her courage surpassing her fear.
The last jackal, larger and more massive, Yara tackled to the ground, her dagger at its throat. "Where’s the Medusa Coin?" she growled, her eyes blazing. "Talk, or I’ll gut you like a fish."
The jackal, gasping, snarled, its voice raspy. "You... you... Go fuck yourself... Die Hand..." It drove its claws into its own chest, committing suicide before Yara could stop it.
"Son of a bitch," Yara cursed, wiping her dagger. She stood up, covered in blood, and glanced at the Paladin, who was catching her breath. "Not bad, for a novice. You’ve got guts."