"OOOH, yessir!" Someone whispered to themselves, "Some new contenders just arrived and I must say one of them is hot AF!"
Unknow to all those within the vicinity of this person, they watched each and every one of them.
"They had just arrived, probably a group…. Oh, a fatso, a blondie, some weird girl and a goddess… what? Why am I calling them a goddess? Oh, my dear clearly you have little to no taste, she's wearing vintage black leather in the form of a crop jacket, not only that but her pants are also vintage and they waste no effort in showing her delicious ass… only God know what I'd do if I could devour that peach whole.
And her chest? Darling has to be G-cups or larger, her face also has a smooth heart-shape to it."
"Did you just spend three-quarters of this chapter page describing someone's ass?" Donovan was on the other end of the line.
"Not just anyone, a goddess." The person described, "She's also wearing designer boots, I just have to invite her to our get together party."
"Focus on the task at hand goddamn it, what am I paying you for?"
The figure huffed, "You just don't know how to appreciate a good ass dear Donovan."
"If you don't shut it and do your job, I'll make you appreciate my fists."
"Disgusting, terrible come back."
The one on the phone was none other than Donovan's younger sibling, Nina Blight. They sat on a bench close to the Northern train terminal, their face covered by a mask that forms a pixelated face that smiled. A hood over their head they stared at their card that they held in their hand.
"These guys, what makes them stand out?" Donovan asked.
"They appear more professional than the others that pop by here, as though they aren't here for anything money related. I'd like to say they are from the Vatican or at the very least a faction of the local saints, maybe police branch."
Donovan thought for a moment, "If that's the case then their probably the best for this current mission."
"You think?"
"I know."
Nina's pixelated face gave a witty smile, "Fine, we'll take them."
"Good, which one is the strongest?"
"I'd say the Blondie or the Fatso, but both women have power as well."
"Distribution rate?"
"I'd say… 6:5:4:3, with the boys being the top priority."
"Great. HOLLOW WHITE SOLDIERS…"
Hollow white soldiers is a technique that stems from a much larger ability involving the conjuration and manipulation of smoke. Donovan's white soldiers are puppets that he conjures with smoke he gains from smoking a cigarette or a cigar. He also has the ability to emit his smoke and control it from a long distance. Currently he was nowhere near the station of the Aquatic blue, in fact he travelled through the night tracking backwards realizing his pray was not too far away.
And his soldiers? He can create up to 1000 if he's within close proximity, but due to distance the less he has the more he can control. As for now he had 100 of them back at the Aquatic blue with the simple instruction…
"Listen to Nina."
Nina smiled, "Who will I go after first?" She licked her lips, "Obviously the hottie with the body."
They got up and began to move. The smoke soldiers had already begun their patrol around the entire building in search of their individual targets.
"Something's off." Jericho stopped along the hallway. There were no people along that way, it was empty.
She turned her neck and looked back where she had come from, "Come out!"
She shouted and it echoed across the entire corridor.
ORGANIC ALCHEMY: CARBON BASED RODS!
She extended her hands and black rods erupted from her palm, these ones weren't big.
'Air is made of 0.03 Carbon (IV)Oxide, my alchemy sorcery allows me to control all substances at a molecular level. As such I'm able to strip the carbon from its oxide through the process of reduction.' This process is useful because her rods are usually just made up of carbon from her body, but this can lead to serious health effects if she doesn't replenish the sugar in her body.
As such she can rely on carbon in the environment to lengthen her rods. However, sadly for her she couldn't have anticipated that her opponents weren't sentient, or that her opponents had no physical body. Because the rods just went through them.
A creature of white smoke stood behind her, it looked like those dress up mannequins you would find at a fashion store.
"Pfft!" Jericho exhaled, "You guys are really pissing me off."
She then turned; her senses weren't wrong because now she was surrounded by at the very least ten of them. One lunged at her and tried hitting her in the face but she blocked it.
'I feel some weight, but in terms of damage they don't pack that much of a punch… not like him (She's referring to Akame.)' She tried a counter attack but her fists just went through it.
"You're joking."
Another attacked from behind, its fist connecting from behind. This one was heavier than the last.
'Shit, how is this possible? The person who made this has to have an affinity with Conjuration.' She turned trying to hit the smoke but her legs just went through.
'I knew it, immediately when I try to hit it, the concentration of fragments reduces. Conjuration techniques rely on fragment concentration in one place in order to bring objects to life.'
In short all she's saying is that when she tries to attack a specific area, the fragment concentration reduces thereby returning the object to smoke. However, when the soldiers attack, they concentrate the fragment back into their fists thereby become physical objects again.
'I hate dealing with conjurers, they are so annoying.' (Although she is also somewhat a conjurer.)
One came again trying to get her from her blind spot with its fist, however, Jericho had grown wary of this and defended with her own first.
BAM!
They connected and this time her fists didn't go through. 'Just like I thought.'
She grabbed the creature and attempted to throw it, but suddenly she found herself grabbing air. The creature retracted, in front of her another soldier waited with its fist.
But she was on that as well. 'The conjurer must be far away, so they can only issue simple commands.'
She blocked it again, but she couldn't just keep defending forever, she would have to find someway of dealing with them.
"Fucking hell, don't tell me I'm going to need…"
SLICE!
Her danger radar suddenly went off and she had to lean her head to the side. Something sharp went through the creature in an attempt to remove her head, but she dodged it in time resulting only in her left cheek getting grazed.
SLICE!
Something else came along, Jericho moved. Sharp objects came flying out of nowhere, and to make matters worse they came through the white soldiers and as such she couldn't tell where they were coming from.
ORGANIC ALCHEMY: CARBON BASED ROD.
She manifested a rod of carbon from her palm, this one was much bigger and longer… pause.
SLICE!
She used the rod to try and block the sharp things hurdling at her, her rod went through the white soldiers which caused a smoke screen to form around her. If this was part of her plan it seemed as though it was full proof.
'Now I can sense any disruption in the air, and tell where the things are coming from.'
Indeed, Jericho had extraordinary battle IQ, she felt it, but her opponent seemed to be even smarter. There were multiple of them hurdling their way at her.
SLICE!
"You're shitting me!" Many came and from different directions, but it wasn't like Jericho to go out without a fight. She reached out her hands and took deep breaths.
"Come at me you asshat!" She shouted in anger and resolve.
TO BE CONTINUED!