Capítulo 28: Ethan's unexpected encounter VI
"Go away!" Aiko's voice thundered through the dense forest, her grip on the hilt of her sword tightening as she unleashed a swift and powerful slash.
A surge of magical energy emanated from her blade, slicing through the air with a resounding whoosh, cleaving the three assassins before her into two halves.
Her heart pounded with adrenaline, but there was no time to relish the victory. More adversaries emerged, surrounding her once again. Aiko's frustration surged within her, her determination to reach Ethan, who awaited her at the far end of the forest, burning like an unquenchable flame.
Casting a steely gaze upon her encircling foes, Aiko muttered through clenched teeth, "These guys are blocking my path, why won't you just give up already!." Her eyes flickered towards the distant horizon, where Ethan's safety hung in the balance. Thoughts raced through her mind, strategizing her next move.
Summoning her resolve, Aiko raised her sword high towards the heavens, the blade glinting in the dappled sunlight. With unwavering focus, her gaze locked onto the assassins, their apprehension growing palpable as they observed her gathering power.
In a commanding voice, Aiko bellowed, "Whirlwind!" As her voice reverberated through the forest, the air around her began to stir. From her feet, a tempestuous storm started to form, gradually enveloping her body in a spiraling vortex of wind.
The force of the growing tornado intensified, whipping through the surrounding trees and scattering leaves in its wake. Aiko stood at its epicenter, her hair billowing in the wind as her eyes blazed with determination. The assassins, momentarily taken aback, hesitated in their advance, their faces etched with a mixture of awe and fear.
Aiko's indomitable spirit surged within her, empowering her every movement. She knew that her path would not be deterred by mere mortals standing in her way.
With a renewed sense of purpose, she prepared to unleash the full fury of the swirling tempest upon her foes, clearing the path that would lead her to Ethan.
Aiko's focus sharpened as she prepared to unleash the swirling tempest upon the encroaching assassins. With her hand poised to direct the formidable force of wind, she was ready to command the tornado to eradicate her adversaries.
However, her intentions were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a fresh wave of assassins, armed with bows and arrows. Their eyes fixed upon the swirling vortex, they wasted no time in taking aim.
In an instant, one of the assailants bellowed, "Fire!" The air crackled with tension as a barrage of arrows soared through the sky, hurtling towards the massive storm. Though most of the projectiles were repelled by the formidable winds, a few managed to penetrate the cyclone, striking Aiko's flesh with alarming speed, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Pain surged through her body, awakening a mix of surprise and determination within her. Her gaze hardened, fixing upon the audacious assailants who dared challenge her. Frustration etched upon her face, she raised her voice in a resolute shout, "Why won't you simply depart!"
Anger fueling her actions, Aiko swung her hand in a swift, commanding gesture. The massive tornado, now imbued with her righteous fury, surged forward, hurtling towards the encroaching crew of assassins. The force of the wind buffeted against their bodies, threatening to uproot them from their very positions.
Caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, the assailants found themselves disoriented and vulnerable. The relentless power of the tornado whipped against their forms, tearing at their clothes and flinging them haphazardly. Their futile attempts to reload their arrows were interrupted by the sheer force of nature unleashed by Aiko.
Through her unwavering will, Aiko aimed to purge the persistent obstacle before her. The tornado became a harbinger of justice, its fierce winds carrying the weight of her determination.
It tore through the ranks of the assassins, scattering them like leaves in a storm, as Aiko carved a path through adversity, her eyes firmly fixed on her ultimate goal: reaching Ethan and protecting him from harm.
Exhausted from the exertion of commanding the whirlwind, Aiko's body sank to the forest floor. In the blink of an eye, an assassin lunged at her from the left, brandishing a short blade, their eyes devoid of life.
Reacting with reflexes honed through countless battles, Aiko swiftly intercepted the attack, their faces mere inches apart. She could discern the lifelessness that clouded the assassin's gaze. Gasping for breath amidst the struggle, she questioned her assailant, determination burning in her voice. "Why are you attacking us? Who are you working for?".
With her sword pressing against the assassin's weapon, she gradually pushed them back, their strength matched by her unwavering resolve.
Yet, the assassin's intention remained shrouded in secrecy. In an unexpected move, they swiftly removed the mask concealing their mouth. Before Aiko could react, a noxious rush of green poison gas billowed forth, aimed directly at her face.
Instinctively, Aiko propelled a swift kick towards her assailant, propelling them away. Staggering backward, she fell to her knees, her sword providing support as she fought to regain her composure. The lingering effects of the poison cloud clawed at her senses, threatening to immobilize her.
'P...poison' She uttered in a breathless murmur as she examined her trembling hand, her vision growing increasingly blurred. She strained her gaze upward, only to be confronted by the sight of two assassins hurtling towards her with unwavering determination.
Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Aiko fought to regain her footing. Her legs wavered, unsteady beneath her, but she persisted, one step at a time. Slowly, her body found equilibrium, despite the lingering effects of the poison coursing through her veins.
With her grip tightening around her sword, she prepared to engage the oncoming assassins, her resolve unyielding even in the face of adversity. However, just as the clash seemed imminent, a familiar voice pierced through the chaos.
"Aiko!"
The sound of Bali's voice reverberated through the air, capturing Aiko's attention. Without hesitation, Bali materialized before her, his back turned towards her assailants. A surge of shock and relief washed over Aiko as she witnessed his arrival.
In one fluid motion, Bali thrust his spear towards the charging assassins, a nimbus of crackling lightning enveloping the weapon.
The tip of the spear struck the ground with resounding force, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion that consumed the assailants in a blinding burst of light and heat. The sheer power of the detonation tore through the earth, leaving behind a deep pit as evidence of its devastating impact.
The forest trembled in the aftermath of Bali's awe-inspiring display of strength. As the dust settled, Aiko found herself standing amidst the remnants of the explosive onslaught, her heart pounding with a mixture of awe and gratitude. She cast her gaze upon Bali, his figure exuding an aura of unwavering determination and protectiveness.
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