Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 364: Arc 5, - 58: Echoed Clash

"Did you really think a few bullets was gonna end all of this? If that were the case, I’d be dead long before we ever met~" Jotou let out a giggle and spun her blade under her eyes.

While the cultists fumbled or adeptly reloaded their firearms, Jotou gave them and the green-haired woman a sideways glance and a sigh, "Is this really all I can expect from the great Deuctus Cult? The one I heard so much about?

Caused a great fire, hundreds of thousands massacred, even more injured. Here they are, hopping from warehouse to warehouse like a bunch of rats who lost their nest," her eyes sparked-

"Hygah!" a shriek before the sounds of clashing. "TSHWING! FLING! CLISHNG!" Jotou parried every strike from the yo-yos ejected by the force of wind.

The green-haired woman had a murderous glint in her widened eyes as she sneered and yelled, "You... DARE!?" The strings of her yo-yos spun like whirlwinds as she unleashed several thrusts from them as she spouted.

"You DARE question the might Of the Gods!? The AUDACITY! The ARROGANCE! You DARE look down at our power with your IMPURE GAZE!? Shut up, Shut up, SHUT UP! They are saviours. So, die, Die, DIE!"

The woman screamed and Jotou planted her feet to knockback each blow—the final one she had to block by having both hands on the hilt of her blade. The sparks flew off by the winds before the blonde lit her sword back up.

’And they call me overdramatic...’ "Oh sorry, I was wrong," Jotou put on a smirk as all the cultists with guns aimed once more. "I meant cockroaches. It’s more fitting."

Before the enraged lady could scream or the bullets could fire, something else was going on in the back of the warehouse. A few translucent bluish figures moved across and some yelps of cultists followed suit.

Behind the multitude of crates and pallet racks, a couple of cultists were dragged or fell limp to the ground. The man atop watched it and shrivelled his nose, "Fire! Frontwards. Forget the distractions!"

"Does that mean I’m the main event? Aww, you flatter me~" Jotou fluttered her lashes. A second before all the bullets fired and Jotou dove for cover behind the racks and got closer to the lady, using her as cover as well.

After yet another volley of bullets, the blonde surmised that it was only a matter of time before she was sandwiched from bullets outside too. She eyed the pallet racks and boxes...

In came a flurry of windborne yo-yos that threatened to cave her head in- "PANG!" "Ugh, who even are you? Go away," she said in mild annoyance. "Kickbolt!" Jotou’s foot flew forward in yellow sparks towards the woman’s chin.

However, the woman flipped back and simply deflected the blow with the spin of a yo-yo.

Jotou landed upright and shrugged. It was just to get her away from her face anyhow. Jotou leapt onto a crate by the pallet racks and began her ascent towards the man up top, her sword pointed in his direction.

The woman hopped and flipped onto the box after her, "GET BACK HERE-! Hyck!"

"Shut it you fanatic," Fumeko appeared out of shadow and grabbed the woman by the hair before she could leap up. She yanked her down and tossed her off balance.

The woman staggered on one foot, but landed onto the floor just fine. Fumeko blinked back down towards her, "Warp," both her yo-yos Fumeko stole into her own palms and blinked away before the woman could even react.

Yo-yo-less, the woman growled and ran her hands over her belt that held up her long shorts. Taking another two yo-yos into her grasp, she swung the metal-looking cords in a circle and aimed for the blonde rushing up the crates.

As both cords spun, green winds gusted out in spirals and she leapt. The winds blasted her up much higher than she could jump, before safely landing her atop a beam right behind-

"Sorry you can’t go there," a white butterfly popped up in front of her and flapped its wings inwards. The woman gusted herself back and was forced onto a lower crate. She twisted her head back to see a bluish aura and some white light.

"Now, now no need to glare! With my tricks that dare, I ask you to be aware!" a dazzling display of lights showered all throughout the warehouse—in pinks, blues, reds, greens and all.

In a puff of glittery smoke, an elf appeared holding the brim of her top hat. With a broad beam and a flourish of her wand, she threw her hands out and said, "The show has begun, so I hope you’re not one to scare, for this show may be your last, I’m bold to declare!"

Her words carried across the warehouse and to the some outside. With her entrance she took a small bow, gaining the attention of the woman to pursue her instead.

Meanwhile at the back of the warehouse, trickling claws with a bluish hue pierced into the back of a woman who held a rifle. The woman gasped and felt her fingers and shoulders go numb—like her blood was thinning by the second.

Before she could make a move or direct her gaze to her assailant, the rifle dropped right before her body did—unconscious, but still breathing.

Not having a bluish aura around her, she dissipated her claws the instant the body dropped and dragged the knocked out body behind a crate within the box-maze of a warehouse.

One unconscious body after the other was littered among the crates and racks, at least six or seven now. One man with a pistol turned to his right and noticed his ally being dragged by some invisible force and aimed his firearm towards it in a panic.

"Woosh." "Tock!" He felt the pommel of a dagger knock into the side of his head once, then about three more forceful times before his eyes began to wander till he collapsed to the floor.

"Meko, thanks for the save, but a blow to the temple can still kill someone," the invisible Hotaru scolded.

"I’m being careful wolfy," Fumeko blinked next to her behind the cover and dragged the arms of the man as well. Fortunately, under orders, most of the cultists aimed for the show up front rather than the happenings at the back.

"Well, take your pick of a hostage," Hotaru stated.

"Our goal was information, taking a hostage was Mrs Aetherton’s idea. We can’t exactly drag someone back easily. Besides, how much information d’you really think these grunts could have?"

"Fair point, but it wouldn’t hurt to have one," Hotaru retorted.

"Then there’s some bigger fish we can catch," Fumeko’s gaze fell on the green-haired woman; then it went up to the walkway above.

Upon said walkway, a blonde landed on her feet, causing the thick mesh to tremble. She looked ahead and brought her sword up, "Where’re your friends? All alone this time, or are they lurking in the shadows?"

Ambrose, or someone posing as him, stood upright and looked her in the eyes, "Why? Was once not enough to be humiliated for?" he approached step after step.

She smiled, "Oh please, we were just caught off guard. Even then, I’m still standing right here in front of you aren’t I? You still failed to kill me, didn’t you~?

Actually, the way I remember it," Jotou giggled lightly. "We broke into your operation, messed up a lot of things, dispatched many of your numbers and escaped without a single one of us killed or lost. What a failure huh~?"

To that, the man’s left arm grew out greyish-brown scales that overlapped one another from wrist to shoulder, "Then may this night be the last night you vermin draw breath," his fingers turned into sharp, black, curling talons.

Jotou pivoted her sword and sighed, "I was hoping to fight that four-armed woman—the only one who did a damn? Pity; you’ll have to do imposter."

As opposed to the imposter’s dauntingly slow steps, Jotou made a dash forward, "Zap!" a jolt of lightning burst out from the blade and clashed onto scale-like arm.

He grunted and the scales fractured and dented, however the electricity flowed across the arm, from scale to scale and dissipated. His other hand turned into a tiger-like claw.

"Cling!" "Shink!" The imposter scratched the sparks across the blade and though Jotou sent forth jolts of electricity with every strike, it momentarily seemed to affect him, but he recovered just as quickly to defend the next strike.

"TING!" "What’s next? You’re gonna turn into a cute little bush viper and bite me?" Jotou held the sword against both his claw and talon and eyed up.

Jotou’s eyes bubbled all of a sudden as a long tail wrapped around her ankle and hoisted her up to the side. "Kickbolt!" lightning boosted her said foot to the side before the tail could slam her into the ground.

The tail was stuck, coiled around her leg in the sudden twist; the shapeshifter was pulled back by it. "Zap!" Jotou stabbed into the tail with all her force.

"GAH!" the man roared out and could not move his tail. With the sword stuck in his tail, his scaled arm lunged for Jotou. Jotou put her arm up to defend, but even so he grabbed her arm and effortlessly pulled her away from the grip of her sword and-

"THUD!"

Slammed her across the mesh walkway. "Dh!" Jotou put her foot to the ground and twirled herself up once more and took a couple of steps back.

He wrenched the armite blade out of its jammed position and took it into his own un-clawed hand, before he aimed it at her. "Such a well-crafted sword... It shall do well out of your possession," he examined and swung it forward.

Jotou balled up her fist, "Thundering-!"

He halted mid-swing and brought his arm up.

"Shoulder-Charge!" Jotou brought her fist down and pushed forward with her shoulder and bashed herself into him.

He let out a grunt as lightning dissipated in the air in front of him and felt a hand on his.

"Zap! Kickbolt!"

Yellow sparks surged across the arm, forcing his arm to be stunned and with a hold on the hilt of her sword, her foot flew from right to left across his chest.

While he was not buffeted back by more than an inch, Jotou was able to pry the blade out from his grip and back into hers. She landed a couple of metres away and spun it, "I don’t think so," she breathed.

’How the hell is this guy so resistant!? That much electricity and he’s barely stunned!? No, there’s some spell going on. Is it the shapeshifting itself?’ "Why the disguise? Some reason you can’t be yourself? Inferiority complex?" Jotou smirked.

"That matters not to you," he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulder in a circle. Though, there was a twinge in his eye as she mocked him further.

"I think it does. What’s this whole operation for? What’s with all the crates? What’s in them? Why’re there so many of your followers shifting and moving them? What’s with that creepy pillar? The murders? What’s the goal here!?"

The shapeshifter snapped his fingers and seemingly ignored her shouted queries.

"Fine, I’ll just beat it out of you limb by limb," Jotou rushed forward—a few beads of sweat on her temples.

Turquoise flames roiled in a pillar in between them and out of it came a scythe for the blonde. "Fwing!" Barely even looking, Jotou parried the scythe of the man appearing out of thin air and lunged for the shapeshifter.

The man in blue from before turned around and furrowed his brows to seemingly be ignored by the blonde as she relentlessly went for the attack against the imposter...

Right below and to the side of the warehouse; "Pwoosh! Fwish! Twishhhh!!!" Like a tyre against thick mud, the yo-yos spun and swirled against a giant butterfly that moved at the command of the raven-haired magician hiding behind it.

Gaps and holes formed in the light, but just as Asobi’s eye would peer through the gap, she sealed it shut with another filling of light.

Hearing something else, Asobi looked behind her out the warehouse doors. Several cultists from the outside were making a dash into the building, armed and ready.

The giant butterfly exploded into hundreds of tiny ones and the elf behind it split into a dozen; all dozen ran in different directions with a bluish aura on all of them.

"Hm? Running? Pathetic," the green-haired woman targeted each illusion she could see. "Poof!" "Puff!" The gusts of wind from each strike of her yo-yos burst them out of existence. However, more of them ran around crates and hid behind some cover.

"Tck!" "Huah!" Another cultist fell from the blow of a dagger’s pommel to the side of the head. The body then was dragged behind pallet racks. A dozen plus had been decommissioned from the fight by their efforts.

"Hey, where the hell’s Tiffany?" the brunette glanced around.

Hotaru replied, "I don’t know. Though, I sense my spell on her somewhere in that direction."

"I can’t see you wolfy..." her eyes glazed over.

"Sorry, at the front somewhere."

"Dammit, I’m worried about her," Fumeko curled her fingers in-

"AAAaAHhHHHhHHhHHHhHHhHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" A sonorous reverberating scream boomed throughout the entire warehouse, causing everyone to turn or shut their ears.

"CRASH!" "THUD!" The green-haired woman collided into several crates, smashing through them till she hit a container that stopped her flying ragdoll of a body.

With a few noises out her lips, the woman’s head spun in an attempt to look up. Her head tried and tried, but drooped down till her eyes shut—little drops of blood ran down both her ears.

In a bluish aura around her and coming out of invisibility, was the girl that roaring echo came from... Her eye was wide and she panted a bit. She couldn’t ever remember screaming out that loudly before...

She caught her breath and blinked a few times... "Oh, I did it-? I mean, Aha-haha! Thou lack insight mine foe, for thoust been expeditiously foiled by I, Stella Vespertillio, the Child of Void within the Sea of Stars.

Rejoice mine undeserving audience and wonderous allies, for the void has blessed thee with mine presence to witness—witness to mine glorious victory against-"

"Blast!" "Blast!" "Tff..." A giant butterfly blocked Tiffany from the few bullets fired from the entrance of the warehouse. A nervous smile painted itself on Tiffany as a drop of sweat quickly formed at the side of head...

"Ah, my fair elven ally, may thou conceal mine presence? Perchance one such as I am too otherworldly for the gaze of the mortals of this realm." Fortunately understanding what she said, Asobi made her invisible once more...