Kiltering Mayhem-Chapter 86: Versatile Perception.

Normally, no one in their right mind would get into a stranger’s vehicle, or on the contrary, No one would invite a group of unknown people into their vehicles when they are carrying their families and or acquaintances.

But it is clear too, that in this type of situation, is more pressing to firstly deal with our common enemy, The Peeps; And later we can attend the trifle details.

The imminent and unlimited amber energy shots coming from the eyes of our pursuers, are powerful enough to melt the old and rusty structure of these vehicles, being the [Rouleaux Barriers] of my Party Members insufficient protection against this particular ammunition.

{The attacks of the Peepers "Penetrate" the [Rouleaux Barriers], However, the overall damage they produce after going through the energy layer, is greatly diminished in comparison to a direct hit}

A mature woman with a young man in the back seat of another vehicle are firing energy bullets from the same type of rifle that I saw earlier.

Paying more attention, the design of this weapons is quite organic, in fact, I dare to say that the "Energy Cartridges" of this rifles are the eyes of the Peepers.

However, that is not all, as the "Bullets" fired by the men are objectively weaker and less golden than the same "Bullets" used by the women.

{This doesn’t look like the usual dissonance we Men have in comparison to Women while controlling our Zöhår}

"—Give me that!"; Say Q’Waray exasperated, taking away the rifle of the Young Man, popping out of the gun the eye cartridge, and using the bracelet I give her, to canalize a dim energetic thread that is connected to the eye, causing the yellow coloration to rapidly lose its amber hue, until is turned completely into a white eye.

Is at this point that Q’Waray reinserts the cartridge into the rifle and returns the weapon to the Young Man, who begins firing again; But unlike before, the shots are white with a slight bluish touch that reminds me of the osmium metal, and after each shot he does, this blue tone becomes more apparent in the ammunition.

On top of that, the performance of these shots not only do more damage to this floating brown starfish, because occasionally, the [Plasmatic Shielding] is penetrated without the need of destroying it first, a similar outcome that happens when I obliterate a Peeper using [Vwöölth].

"—Do that again Q’Waray!"; Orders Marckza as she takes down a Peeper, snatching the remains out of the swarm with a Zöhår pull, bringing the Nûrkxz accompanied by a new amber eye.

"—Ew!, No way Attzzï’Yri!"; Complains Q’Waray with panic and almost puking at the close look of the viscous eye "—I am not touching that disgusting dirty thing without someone else disinfecting it properly beforehand"... freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"—Just heat it up using Zöhår!"; Exclaim Xoulsey to Q’Waray, the latter immediately puts an expression of "How stupid can you be?!".

"—That would cause the eye to destabilize and explode"; Q’Waray comments, to which Marckza responds "—Excellent, do that and throw them towards the Peepers like hand grenades".

As Q’Waray hesitates, Nisha takes control of a few eyes by catching them with Zöhår; Impregnating this organs with Zöhår and launching them with the help of a strong repulsion of Zöhår to ensure her own safety.

The explosions are big enough to engulf a sixth of the Peepers with the first "Grenades", killing some of our pursuers and deactivating the [Plasmatic Shielding] of others.

"—It causes [Interference]!"; Exclaim Q’Waray excitedly, going out of her indecision and helping to perform this unconventional series of attacks; Of course, without physically touching the eyeballs of the Peepers.

The massive horde of Peepers isn’t giving up in the slightest, keeping their fierce offensive, swarming with amber shots of energy the vehicles that doesn’t have the presence of [Rouleaux Barriers] to tamper their damage output.

{These creatures are very well organized, as if they had a commander, or something leading them}

"—I found you"; Comment Marckza with a menacing smirk "—Drïekvïer, shoot Vwöölth in this direction".

Marckza fires an [Ionic Ammunition] and I instantly send a full volley of eight [Vwöölth] ammunitions, annihilating everything in their path.

Two larger eyes and an opaque bigger Nûrkxz, come flying at Marckza, she keeps the latter object for herself, as the former artifacts are overloaded with her emerald Zöhår and launched against the Peepers.

The resulting explosions are more massive than the previous ones combinated, eradicating a third of the horde and dropping a small rain of Nûrkxz that are subtracted by my Party Members.

The majority of the remaining Peepers begin to flee; Letting the people of the vehicles to be calmer, as the danger has passed for now.

Yolanda and Xoulsey are in another vehicle, tired, leaning against the other and breathing heavily; Which is understandable, we have "Unlimited" Zöhår and Vyåhö, nevertheless, using Zöhår is mentally taxing while Vyåhö is physically extenuating.

Blondlanda is in better shape though; I don’t know how it works the spend process on Contracted Partners, but they appear to possess limitless Stamina and Resistance, as they only "Sleep", when being inside of the Embryon, or are Full of Nûrkxz.

Nisha and Q’Waray on the other hand are slightly worst, they use more Zöhår than the rest and collect a bigger amount of Nûrkxz.

Differently to the former four Members of our Party; Marckza and Myself are practically in optimal condition, it is evident for me the fact that Little Eslana has been in several combats, as well as having previous experience facing the Peepers, as she locate the Leader for me to kill it.

{Q’Waray was amazing too; How does she acquire this vast amount of knowledge about so many different topics?}

The versatility she showcase with the eyeballs of the Peepers come in handy, if the fight would have been prolonged a few minutes more, half of the vehicles wouldn’t be here.

As expected, the rest of our teammates decide to take a nap to restore their focus; Being Blondlanda the one on guard, checking the people of the vehicles, just in case they turn hostile.

Marckza suddenly approaches, sitting right next to me, so I lean on her left arm while I keep my sight diverting across the Members of our Party.

Marckza states flatly "—I want to kill Q’Waray"; And I just laugh "—Jajaja, you are not the only one Little Eslana, if we omit Nisha’s biased attitude, *Sigh*, the rest of us wants to melt her down".

—Sorry Drïekvïer, I didn’t want to say it that sentence aloud; Just came out on its own; Is the first time I feel like, "Attracted", towards a Man, and... ; You keep protecting me so blatantly disregarding your self preservation, that seeing you being injured by Q’Waray makes me want to splatter around her head with a straight punch...

—Jajaja, Thanks for being angered on my behalf Little Eslana, usually no one cares if something happens to me because in the end, I am going to heal up...

Marckza has a nostalgic smile that conveys a simple meaning, she is aware of the same situation.

—And seeing you, well, all of you, ready to skin Q’Waray alive... , makes me happy... , I don’t know if is the correct way or time to phrase this; But I will never give up on any of you, I know that my "LOVE", is temporal, but I promise Little Eslana, that I would do my best to never forget any of you...

—Drïekvïer, Is that the reason you don’t call others by their Real Names?.

—That is accurate Little Eslana, not having a Nickname for others, ensure that I erase from my memory everything related to those people if they Die, Reject me, or are too weak for my standards.

—Sounds horrible...

—I suppose it is... , But I am unable to care, even when I want the events to be relevant... , *Sigh*, I may forget their physical characteristics, but the Nickname, along with the moments close to every time they pronounce "Trektör" or their particular way of calling me, remains engrained in my mind...

Marckza stays silent for a moment, posing her head over mine and gently rubbing her left temple against my maroon hair.

My right hand lay’s over Marckza’s hand, she flips the position so our palms can touch each other, intertwining our fingers and brushing our opposite thumbs kindly against our skins.

{How warm, comfortable and cozy; Is this how a "Home" should feel, because even if is not the case, I want way more of this wonderful sensation}

—Drïekvïer...

—What is it Little Eslana?.

—Can you call me by my name, more often; I, I perceive a tingling all over my body when you say my name...

The cheeks of Little Eslana become redder, and I whisper on her ear "—You can’t be this embarrassed, we aren’t doing anything intimate yet... , MARCKZA"; A shiver goes through her body, looking at me with the same lustful gaze I observe on Clarattoia when I pin her down.

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