Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 270: Arc 4, Act II, - 115: Uncertain End

"Gather west and storm the base!" the Trailonian captain commanded. The circle of Trailonian soldiers around the barricade rushed around whilst crouched, making their way west of Division One.

The sound of gunfire only rang louder and they pushed aside the barricade, leaving them a gateway in. "BLAST!" "ACK-!" and another Trailonian soldier fell.

The Cravoltan soldiers had made a tight formation at the western end to weed the enemy out. A bold tactic, but one that forced the enemy to storm forward if they wanted to advance any further.

Gunfire blasted against the makeshift Division One barricade, not to mention the odd angles the enemy had to shoot at—Cravolta had the advantage.

However, as the enemy stormed in, "Quake!" the earth beneath them rumbled, the entire terrain shook as soft cracks began to form. Clouds of dust and sand were kicked up. "SWISH!" Not by mistake of course.

Once the enemy got close enough to even attempt to fire or stab with their bayonets, a crescent of sand would slice their throat clean, barely making a sound other than a thud.

"PING!" "PANG!" Whilst other soldiers crouched and aimed, the Ashen Whisper stood in the middle of it all with a scowl. She twisted her arms and fingers, her armour flexible enough to follow her movements.

Each bullet made a dent in her armour, but it barely made her flinch. Even with her head veiled by sand, her dark eyes could spot those who needed to be dismissed.

The stragglers from her vision were shot by the Cravoltan soldiers who had gathered their valour and wits. Even if the enemy evaded those bullets, there was no evading-

"HUH! HA!" a greatsword slashed into their sides and bashed across their skulls. Each bullet fired only blocked by the tiniest fragment of earth, before it even scraped a strand of purple hair.

"Zap!" her armite sword followed her spins, pivoting the sparking blade as it caught the drops of crimson and turned them into red dust.

Each zap bounced and arced into her opponents—"TANG!"—the bullet to her head blocked by the sword she would bring up. Careful as to not shake the earth too much, the princess relied on her blade alone.

The two cut a straight path through their forces and met back up at the outside of the enemy’s barricade.

One twirling her lightning-arcing blade to her side, whilst the other dragged her greatsword across the ground—rays of orangish-yellow light glittering over them both.

Both swivelled their heads; it seemed that they had made it past the enemies who were now behind them. However, something else caught their attention.

West of where they stood, not too far away; an alluring green-haired woman in opulent attire, stood in front of the golden sunset, staring to the scene with her head cocked to the side and without a glimmer of care in her eyes.

Although, her chin did tip down upon noticing the two more clearly now—dust, bullets and mayhem behind them.

One step, then two; one’s eyes sparked yellow and the other’s flashed a purple gem-like ripple. "Must be feather," Daiyu uttered.

"I could figure," Jotou’s gaze was fixated as well.

Around the formations and thin pillars of stone came a hollow sound and a trailing icy blue glow; appearing and disappearing till the figure adorned in navy blue came to a halt right in front of Feather.

"Frost," the blonde’s eyes narrowed further.

"Two for one special then," Daiyu lifted her greatsword with a smirk.

"And you’re not my superior, you’re just higher ranked," Frost leered up to Feather through her helmet. "If I wanted to, I could leave you stranded here right now or even beat you into a pulp."

Shadows formed beside Daiyu and with it came a brunette in purple, "I knew I saw something!" she disappeared once more into shadow.

"Then you’ll have to go searching elsewhere for your precious intel~" Feather cooed.

Frost clenched her fist, "It’s the only thing keeping me from caving your skull in you-"

"Woosh!" Shadows emerged behind Frost and swung a dagger for her back.

"Fwoosh!" Cloaking herself in icy blue snowflakes, Frost dodged to the side, swivelling around to see her cloaked assailant.

"Ohp, careful," Feather took a step back with a smirk.

"Oh great, the rat’s here too," Frost scoffed.

"What did you call me!?" Fumeko blinked towards Frost as Frost blinked backwards, dodging the swipe of her dagger. Meanwhile, Jotou and Daiyu had sped up towards their targets.

"More company," Feather threw the transceiver aside. "I already told them who not to kill, all three are here, hopefully they won’t get confused. Frost?"

Frost and Fumeko disappeared and reappeared, purplish-black shadow and icy blue mist blinking back and forth. "Busy here," Frost yelled.

Wanting to split the fight, "Catch me if you can little detective," Frost goaded and blinked away into the distance. Fumeko grunted and stepped into shadow, catching up to Frost in an instant.

"Ugh, two for me? Wonderful," Feather sighed as the Thundering Blade and the Undying Princess dashed towards her...

Meanwhile, in the fray of soldiers, a white butterfly brighter than the sunrays whizzed past, searing through the cloth and skin of the Trailonian soldiers like a hot knife through butter.

It was confusion—magic in the middle of rifles and troops. No one would spot the invisible magician running through their ranks; just the bodies that would suddenly drop and cause more bewilderment.

Hotaru kept her head out the tent, feeling her Aegis-Aura spell fade on three people out of her range. Arabella right in front of her and Asobi... somewhere.

Through the dust and sand the elf ran. A couple of the Trailonian soldiers turned as one of their comrades screamed with a butterfly burning through their chest.

They glanced around and noticed a, figure...? There was sand and dust, but also an invisible form it seemed... Not to mention the sunlight reflecting weirdly wherever that figure moved.

One aimed their rifle through the chaos. "BLAST!"

"KAH!" Asobi’s invisibility faded as she gasped holding the left side of her neck. Sanguine fluid began to trickle down her palm. She halted and whimpered, though the scratch was not fatal.

"Asobi!" water formed in her palms as the wolf-woman ran towards her. Arabella merely saw crimson and azure dash by, unsure what exactly happened to Asobi.

The bluish aura persisted on Asobi though she winced in pain. "Is this one of the ones we’re not supposed to kill?" she heard a soldier yell.

"Who the hell knows!? Just get her, we can decide later!"

"Gyah!" Asobi was kicked to the side. She leaned forward, clutching her stomach. "Ow, that hurt! -NGH! AH!" another kick came up for her head and Asobi squeaked in pain

She tumbled the ground as soldiers surrounded her. She fluttered her lashes and raised her wand- "Dah!" her arm was kicked away. Unable to even see for the moment, she shrivelled down to protect herself.

One soldier tried to stab her legs, only to realize she could not pierce through the enchanted stockings.

"OWWH!" Asobi held her wand tight, shutting her eyes, for all she could see were legs and boots flying in to assault her. Her hat rolled away.

Soon enough, realizing they could not immobilize her with bullets or knives, they resorted to kicking the prone form more. Tears of rainbows went down her cheeks as she whimpered, "Stop it, stop it..."

With each snivel, more blood dripped down her neck; she could feel bruises forming under adventuring attire- "CRACK!" Her head lurched up as she screamed for dear life—something having broken in her arm.

The elf was given barely a moment to let out her high-pitched cry as a boot punted her in the face to the side. Asobi sobbed, her teary eyes glancing to the sky; several soldiers circling around her like vultures.

She coughed up blood from her teeth, her jade-green eyes were waning, "...stop... please..." she begged- "CRUNCH!" "KYH!!" A soldier stomped her chest, causing her to exhale all her breath.

Lights began to form above her head, seeing tiny images of butterflies fluttering alongside small illusions of her friends. Her eyes shutting down, her hair spread across the ground with bruises across her face; her hand began to lose grip of her-

"ASOBI!"

Asobi’s eyes bubbled for a moment to see a watery blue claw pierce through a soldier’s chest, "zzhhh... Ho...ta...roo..." everything became too blurry to stay conscious.

"SHLICK!" Hotaru wrenched her claws up through the soldier’s body, tearing him by the throat. The seven or eight soldiers around Asobi all peered up, unsure if this one they were supposed to kill or not.

However, as Hotaru’s brilliant blue eyes glared with a turn of her head; her fangs bared, blood mixing into the blues of her claws, her ears and tail spiked. Hotaru only took one glance to the fallen Asobi before her claws sharpened and spell glimmered-

"BLAST!" One soldier shot her chest, but it made no difference against her attire. She stomped forward and clawed into the assailant. "BLAST!" Another gunshot to the side of her head.

"GGRR!" Hotaru grunted as the side of her head healed so quickly, there might as well not have been a shot fired.

The unlucky soldier she had clawed into could feel his life and strength being siphoned, his eyes fading as each drop of blood drained into her claws.

Her veins popped out, "GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Hotaru rushed forth and continued her onslaught, clawing and piercing through the soldiers. There was no method, no strategy; the soldiers were clawed left and right as they tried their damn best to shoot in fear of their life.

Each blast was only healed quicker, every bruise Hotaru barely even felt. "SWISH!" Multiple slashes of sand rushed forth and cut through all the soldiers around the fallen Asobi.

Arabella rushed over, only to realize half of them were already within an inch of their life, claw marks dripping crimson across them all.

Hotaru noticed the fallen soldiers and immediately turned around to Asobi, "Sobi, Asobi!" her claws fell off into puddles. She put a hand to her neck and started healing immediately.

Arabella stepped forward- "It’s fine, I got her," Hotaru slipped her hands under and lifted the elf with no difficulty—a surge of strength and speed Hotaru knew was fleeting.

Asobi opened her eyes... To see the blood splatter across Hotaru’s face. Her eyes closed again, unable to discern the blood in her red hair or the drops going down her attire like water on an oily surface.

Hotaru rushed into the tent while Arabella followed behind and glanced around... No more enemies...?

They had won, the Trailonian soldiers were all down. How many troops did they lose? She couldn’t count just yet nor had the dust settled.

But she did not notice the silent finch flying towards the back of her neck. "Gh!?" Arabella flinched in confusion before she slapped the back of her neck. Her brows furrowed; there was nothing there? But it was almost as if a needle just pricked her—or a beak?

She could sense weakness going down her spine and it was as if something was eating away at her skin. She winced; it was as if acid was burning through her- Arabella’s eyes widened and she rushed into the tent to find Hotaru...

Around the eastern side of the entire base, towards the edge of the cliff came a moving glow of icy blue, whilst purplish-black shadows popped up from space to space.

Frost slid backwards, the ice evaporating off her boots. Fumeko stepped back, her feet overtaken by shadows before she blinked forth and disappeared.

Frost took the two metallic blue rods from her belt into each fist, ejecting two long and two short prongs from them each- "TI- SCREECH!"

Fumeko apparated from above, slashing her dagger forth as Frost pinged it off as ice coated the prongs. Fumeko landed back on her feet, blinking behind the armoured figure and lunged her dagger-

Frost turned around as ice and snow coalesced around her and in a quick dash of icy blue, she drifted back; then blinked towards the brunette with the long prongs forward.

The brunette’s eyes needed to only scan for an instant before blinking behind Frost to save herself from the incoming strike.

"You’re not really good at blinking if I can see you; guess Jotou talked you up," shadows glimmered in her eyes.

"Well, what’s the difference if you still can’t get a hit in, hm?" Frost snarked and blinked forward. Shadows took over her form and she disappeared from sight, standing where Frost stood before.

It was true; Frost left a trail of ice and a glow of blue seemed to follow the direction Frost blinked towards. The detective had it all figured out.

On the other hand, Frost would only see Fumeko taken over by purplish-black shadows before she would suddenly appear elsewhere... It was getting, annoying...

The whisper of shadows warned of the incoming dagger and Frost blinked to the side, twirling the prongs in her palms, "Nice form," she uttered as Fumeko landed with her feet apart.

"I do wonder how long I need to keep you-" Frost noticed through the ice on her prongs, the deep scratch of a dagger, "-occupied..."

"What? Somewhere else to be Frosty?" Fumeko flipped the dagger in her hand and blinked forward. Frost blinked aside-

"Woosh!" "Fwoosh!" "Woosh!" "FwoosH!" Back and forth, shadows of purples and blacks wisped whilst an icy chill and flakes of blue snow glittered in the dusk light before evaporating. "TCK! CRRRKKK...!!"

"Guh!" Frost blinked back before the strike had gone any deeper. Fumeko took a step back as Frost examined her torso. Fumeko’s dagger had cut through Frost’s armour like a can opener.

A large slash into her right side, near Frost’s ribs; revealing the material of her armour. Fumeko peered to her dagger, clearly a few drops of blood on the tip; a smug grin grew.

Frost glanced back to the brunette and pirouetted her prongs to the shorter ends. "You seem a little slow," Fumeko flaunted her hair before shadows took her form.

Around her feet, ice formed against the heat of the ground—sizzling into vapour. As Fumeko wooshed forward attempting for more lethal strikes, Frost’s feet slid and spun like skates, effectively dodging her attacks.

Frost blinked back, her scarf drifting from the momentum as she raised her foot and kicked with her heel! Fumeko’s eyes went wide, blinking right in front of the kick, but blinked ahead and away.

"CLINK!" Frost landed her foot on the ground as a trail of ice followed and broke against her heel.

"Still too slow," Fumeko brought her free hand up and shadows formed in her palms. The prong in Frost’s hand was grabbed by shadow and swiped away into the brunette’s grasp as she scoffed.

"Please," Frost raised her hand and with ice and snow warped the prongs right back into her grasp and a gleaming purple dagger as well in the same hand before brandishing it..

"Hey!" Fumeko blinked right and warped her dagger back into her hands; she blinked away from sight.

Frost seemed to lose another prong to shadows. Frost swivelled her head around, only seeing glimpses of shadow coming into and out of reality.

Frost glanced to the fight far west, where Feather and the other two would be. It was enough messing around, "Listen little detective," ice crystallized over the short prongs she still had.

A hail formed around Frost and with it sharp chunks of ice that she spun around and threw to the blinking shadows. "CRASH!" "CLINK!" "BLAST!"

The ice crystals exploded upon impact, releasing cold and sparkling shards of ice. Fumeko blinked out of the way; left, then right- Wait was that-!?

"CRSH!" Frost blinked to the only open area where the ice crystals had not burst and punched forward into a shadow still forming into existence.

Fumeko’s enchanted pinafore took the brunt of the damage as tiny shards of ice crystallized over it. "TF! Thud!" Fumeko was flung to the ground, her eyes winced for but a moment.

Frost reached her hand out and warped the prongs back into her hand, as well as Fumeko’s dagger, "You’re only faster cause that mobility affinity’s all you got."

Fumeko opened her eyes and blinked up to her feet. "FWISH!" Frost pivoted the prongs around to the longer ends and blasted a blizzard towards Fumeko, before Frost leapt into the air.

Spikes of ice emerged, spiking up into anything in its path as Fumeko blinked upwards; behind her was the cliff’s edge that the blizzard and ice spikes made its way past.

The ice disappeared in an instant and Frost who floated in the air, drifting down as slow as a feather aimed her prongs up to Fumeko who had just blinked into the air. "Fzzzz, BLSSHSHH!!"

A surge of slush gushed forth, blocking out all the light. The wide-eyed Fumeko grabbed the sides of her cloak just in time for- "AACK!" she shut her eyes whilst her body was blasted off the edge of the cliff...

Frost landed back, "I on the other hand, am just much better," she looked to the gleaming purple dagger she had won. "That won’t kill you, will it?" she looked off the edge. "Guess we’ll see," Frost shrugged and blinked back towards the west.