The battle was chaotic, as Alexander's sword cleaved a stage 3 mutant in half—the Vesta didn't opt for flashy combat skills but instead fought in groups of 4 with a vanguard, rearguard and two supports to deal the lethal blows.
'Who taught them this... I am jealous of how well they did. However, the Gula warriors were strong. My teaching lacks finesse!'
Alexander praised their ingenuity while battling. He watched how the Vesta fought, wondering if his Gula warriors could learn this and improve it, his ghoul blood desiring him to be the best as his nodachi sliced the legs of another mutant before Laura's daggers pierced its head, her blue hair tied in a lovely braided ponytail with long bangs dancing at her cheeks.
'It was her...'
'It's about time I forgive her... and make her mine.'