"It’s sounding pretty quiet boss... What do you think happened?"

One of the H3llRazers asked their leader, DarkS1de, as they peered off into the forest. After the guards had went on to kill their people on the other side of the forest, the H3llRazers on this side had ceased all thoughts of continuing to fire.

Hopefully, the convoy guards would think they were dead, and they could ambush them when they came to check or when they turned their backs and brought the merchants out from their magical shells.

"This is DarkReign we are talking about, when have you ever seen anyone beat her? Plus you saw what happened. The Baroness got cut by Reigns’ dagger. She’ll be dead from the poison by now." DarkS1de laughed at his guild member, before going back to collecting his arrows from where they had stuck into bodies or the ground.

"It being silent just means she has done her job, and will be coming back any moment. She’s probably just looting, that’s all. That bitch probably had loads on her. It’s gonna be a great haul." He cackled.

"But Boss... Shouldn’t we have followed them?"

"Are you kidding? At the speed they were moving, who knows where they could have ended up. We would just be running after them the entire time. Better to stay here and wait for the next opportunity to strike." DarkS1de said confidently, causing his guild mate to bob his head in blind agreement as his eyes sparkled at how wise his boss was.

A rustling in the bushes drew their attention, as the head of a dark elf in a ninja mask could be seen pushing through the foliage.

"See? What did i tell you? Everything is under con... trol..." DarkS1de’s confident words petered out half way through his sentence, as the Dark Elf’s head pushed fully through the bushes, and revealed that it was just that.

A head, and a head alone, being held up by the Baroness of Blood.

Belladonna tossed the head at their feet, letting it roll to a stop in front of them. She didn’t feel guilty about taking the head. Just as she had said, she had stashed the body and marked the tree where the Ninja could find it after she took the anti-dote.

The body was all they needed, both for loot and for recovering their stats. Meanwhile Belladonna had much more use for the head, mainly scaring the pants off of her number 12. The Bakers dozen.

Whilst they were frozen in shock and fear, Belladonna darted forwards, her fists flying and smashing into the faces of the remaining members of H3llRazers. After the kicking she had given them previously, they dropped like sacks of potatoes.

Barely a challenge, as they dropped one after the other. All of them still breathing, as she didn’t want to ruin her perfect kill.

Her assualt did give DarkS1de time to react however. Seeing her move like a blur, he immediately ditched his bow to the side as his body started to emanate a pitch black smoke that Belladonna recognised.

Aura. He was a similar class to Lilith.

The aura wrapped around his body, forming into a horrifying and demonic set of pitch black armour that was decorated with skulls, screaming faces and flames. It even encased his horns, leaving barely any gaps except what was needed to move.

But those gaps were more than enough for Belladonna.

She charged forwards as he summoned a sword of aura and swung it towards her head. She twisted her body, weaving underneath the sword like she was playing Limbo, and moved inside of his range before jabbing out with her fingers.

They stabbed into the gap of his armour, right in the armpit.

His sword arm went limp as the mana needle blocked his energy pathways, causing him to stagger back in panic and swing his still functioning arm. Which was perfect, as Belladonna simply grabbed his wrist, stopping the pathetic swing, and jabbed him in the arm pit again.

After his arms were done, she moved to his legs. Jabbing her fingers into the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel before her as she placed one final jab in his neck. Completing his paralysis.

She slowly stepped in front of him, a manic grin across her face, as she positioned her hand in front of his helmeted face, and moved into the stance of her [Shredding Strike]

"Finally... Number Twelve. My Baker’s Dozen." She muttered, shifting her feet and preparing to strike, when her victim struck her a most vicious blow.

"A Bakers Dozen is Thirteen..."

Belladonna froze, her eyes widening in horror and confusion at the tinny, echoing voice coming from the armoured Hellion.

"W-what? No... That can’t be... But that doesn’t make any sense... It’s a dozen. Isn’t that twelve?"

"Normally, yeah. But a baker’s dozen is thirteen." DarkS1de replied nervously, unsure of what it meant for him. Part of him wondered if she was going to let him live, or at least waste a little more time killing someone else.

Time that would serve him well, as he could already start to wriggle his fingers as his body was quickly ridding itself of the blockage. Just 30 more seconds, and he could take her out when she was distracted.

"Dammit... I was sure it was twelve! And I even did this whole thing before about letting her off the hook for killing one so it would stay at Eleven. Do I just cancel that out and make it twelve? No... That would demean the gesture.

Kill one of these fools and make it twelve now?" She muttered to herself, glancing over her shoulder at the multiple unconscious bodies laying around her. She debated in her mind whether she should just do it or not, all whilst DarkS1de wriggled his fingers and slowly tightened them around his sword once again.

A sinister smile spread across the Hellion’s face as he was just a few seconds away from his victory, when Belladonna sighed.

"Screw it... It’s just not the same anymore." She bemoaned before carrying out the movements of her [Shredding Strike] and slamming her fist into his helmet.

"No! Wait!" DarkS1de managed to shout, before the energy forced itself into his head and slashed everything inside like a blender, turning his brains to mush.