119 Burnt fritters (1/2)
BOOM!
A shadow engulfed in black flames with two huge Phoenix fire wings appeared out of nowhere. It was wielding two pitch-black swords, typically worked as those used by warriors in the Orman Colosseum. It rushed at breakneck speed towards Medusa.
Fwooosh!
Medusa didn't even realize she had been hit and barely got the chance to respond. Her eyes shot open as she stared at her assailant in shock.
Little rivulets of blood dripped down her lips. All she could say was a whisper. ”Pseudonym?”
None of the present really understood what was going on. Helial, Lumia and Snowflake stared at the scene in confusion. Their brains couldn't keep up with the events.
”Damn. I gotta stop him,” a well-known voice snarled as someone promptly reached for the dark shadow. ”He's lost his mind, he's doing it FOR REAL!”
”Has Pseudonym, the greatest warrior in Orma, just stabbed the descendant of the Sect of the Worthy?” a servant mumbled.
Now, Pseudonym's armor was neatly visible as it imposingly stood against a dying Medusa. Two blades plunged into her breast and split her in two.
One second later, Pseudonym gathered all of his strength. He generated a sudden explosion. Medusa's body was blown to pieces as he screamed: ”Here's the merciless end you've condemned your slaves to!” Pseudonym was seized by a boundless rage. That scene seemed to have awakened something wildly primordial in him.
Medusa had just been killed on the spot. Everyone's jaw was still dropped. There was something though which made this seem quite recoverable; Miss Medusa's body wasn't too torn apart. There was still time to bring her back to life. Pseudonym would face countless consequences, but at least he had not shut the door on himself. They could still save Medusa.
Once reached the First Phase, everybody not yet ripped off to the least fleck of bones could be brought back to life in the following twenty-four hours. Only after Immortality one would lose this breathtaking benefit.
The crowd was still trying to figure out why Pseudonym would attack Medusa like that all of a sudden. Pseudonym had appeared out of nowhere indeed. His attack was so thundering it left no room for counterattacks. Not only did this showcase Pseudonym's complete advantage in strength, but it also shed a light on the rooted hatred he must have against the girl from the Sect of the Worthy.
Before everyone's shocked gaze, Pseudonym gathered his black flames over his palm. They swiftly split into fine threads. Each of those flew down on the shreds of what used to be Medusa.
Fshhhh
The smell of carbonic Goblin meat reached everyone's nostrils. The black flames turned the remains of Medusa into ashes. Only few tiny pieces were left, which the black flames didn't spare. The very last remnant of the young woman was pulverized.
Deadly silence.
Medusa was gone.
Snowflake stared at Pseudonym, his eyes painted in pure terror. For how arrogant and overbearing the cat was, he would have never evendone anything like that. And that guy wouldn't even accept the support of no strong power. Pseudonym had just erased Medusa from the face of the earth.
Medea was staring blankly at the scene as she whispered: ”Big sister…”