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Ultima looked down at the blood on his knee, there was no use trying to use the leg. The apparent woman that shot him walked closer and stood next to him. Infuriated Ultima swung with all his body weight at her leg. Trying to make her feel what she just did to him.

As the man swung Ava jumped up and raised her legs. With one foot she kicked off the man's weapon with force that turned her whole body in the air. Ending her spin with her heel of her boot crashing into the side of the man's skull. His body falling onto the ground.

Ultima's face met earth, its bountiful power not able to help him. His eye sight blurred, his skull had cracked slightly. His Mace was now on the ground, ten feet away. Both his hands were sprawled out on the ground and blood was coming out his mouth now.

Ava looked at the abomination before her and smiled again. she lifted a leg and crushed one of the man's outstretched hands. Bones could be heard cracking. One of his fingers had popped out of its socket. She hadn't even started yet.

Reaper's skin started to crawl as a knew sense came towards her from the direction to her side. Making sure the scarf was up as she creapt low towards the ground. The shadows around her started to slip into her gauntlets as she called upon them softly. Good thing is was night time her magic was most powerful during this time. The sixteen year old lookin' girl crept closer when she realized her blood cape could've given her away. Cursing to herself softly and quickly removed it letting it drop to the ground before proceeding any further.

Reaper was beginning to feel rather unsettled now by the constant silence around her. Her eyes caught sight of a few owls in the trees that were hooting which gave her a bit of relief. Those owls would rather important to her so she kept her ears tuned out for them. Stopping the flow of shadows as she got a good amount in her gauntlets. That made her blades sharps and a bit longer but not by much. Then she would send the shadows off and make them leave her so she could save the rest of her energy for later. Reaper paused once more and removed the scarf now as well. Considering it was bloody blue it could've given her away as well. Tossing it off to the side now she perfectly blend in with her current surroundings. Her very pale baby blue eyes searching the area around her once more.

The smooth click of rounds chambering and whispers of "target in range, prepare to fire" were the only sounds the broke the silence. That is untill the command to fire was given and the knight erupted as muzle flashes shot forth led and flashes of light to have shows leap and dance. Casings popped out and clattered to the ground, another round sliding in and a second volly on the way. "Good hunting." Fischig told his troops.

Repressing the urge to scream the man swung the barrel of his shotgun to the target. Tracking the figure in the darkness through his helm, it's motion detectors directing his movements despite the intense pain. Firing off a round he withdrew, letting his comrades form up the gap as he took a rear position. More shots tore through the trees as the other three opened fire, their shotguns pumping hot led into the air. Covering each other to keep up a steady stream of fire they would switch off allowing the other to reload. Stopping their fire after expanding two clips of ammunition they waited, their weapons armed and the guards to their combat knives removed. "Close quarters combat fighter, be prepared." Fischig told them despite not needing the warning.

With calm indoctrination and no fear for their lives their guns turned as the target moved over them. Despite the explosions that ripped one of the men apart and maimed another the firing continue. Two men dead the rear guard opened fire as the those that had surronded Ultima where not moving closer as they heard the muffled deaths of their comrades and the explosions. Fischig never liked the idea of throwing lives away needlessly as was happening. This enemy was powerful. "Come forth Witch, I know what you are. It is by my hand that thou shall reseive your judgement."

Reaper unfortunely felt a few more stings where she was sure a few bullets and struck. She came crashing on the other side of them rolling up behind another tree. Biting the corner of her lip she ran her hand down her body trying to figure out exactly where the bullets had struck. Finding one that went across her hip and another that had barely scrapped her head. Reaper twitched being called a witch. Which in fact she wasn't..true..she was the last of her race known as the Eternals. One of the greatest threats to man kind ever but only her and Ultima knew that. Slowly she pushed herself onto her feet and brushed herself off. Taking tha gauntlets off and replacing them by taking hold of her twin maces. Where she would then walk out from the cover of the tree and come into the mans view. Showing to him that she was young a mere sixteen year old but obviously one tht had gone through years of high training.

"..I perfer to be called Reaper...." That should strike memory. Reaper was the name of the assassin that had murdered over fifty people in the matter of a year.

Reaper would smirk. "Man...too bad I have to kill you...I was starting to like you..."

Reaper twirled her maces a few times and held them firmly in her hands bending at the knees her eyes watching him completely. This was starting to remind her of that time when her people fell. When she was surrounded by many and round up serving over ten years of torture and rape from men like the ones before her.

"C'mon, sugar, show me what you got."