CHAPTER 14 — Leader in scuffle

"You are busty, hand over yourself." Hands get crossed beneath the rib—bones, eyes knitted to her "Surrender! and I guarantee will release the beauties we stored inside" Said Beretta. Vicious grin and lecherous eyes as yet emphasis at the joining point of her bare elegant curve.

"Surrender! " Her head stoops down, wicked smile fairly suggesting how excited she is to hear his wailing cries and begging's. The thought itself bring sheer delight to her cracked soul. "Not in billion. If you want, then make me surrender"

'Little girl. I just envisage you fathom what you are up to' Grieved Mr. Martin, Even now he feared and doubting the goons might defeat them.

"Challenge" His one eye grew wide. It's like a wolf who knew he could kill and eat sheep without a sweat. "I praise your bravery. But I guarantee you will regret it sooner" He scrutinize over both the sides, the exasperated guise is transparent to notice. The goony gang of his straight away draws out their weapons.

They were 98 in total excluding the lanky man. If you involve him the number get expands to 99. Among them, 24 have MAC 10. Hands of 44 were occupied with swords. And the remaining 30 have AK—47 resting in their hands with growling eyes.

Lanky man has dagger but currently is in no condition to attack as his attacking fist is blocked by Gavin.

The gun muzzles aimed at her, the edge of the swords ready to pierce her so they could perish and enjoy her body as a treat. Maeve won't frighten and the guys standing beside her have their faith bargained on her. They knew she would defeat them with pretty ease.

"Fire" Beretta howls, with his fierce command they triggers the scathing bullets, the bullets swooshes out from the muzzles and they don't know the word stop. They shoot continuously as if they want to end her life forgetting about the lust their boss craved for her enormous beauty.  

"What now, huh! " Ruthless eyepatch man chortles like a devil. "Silly girl I don't want to terminate you. Pretty sure it hurts, a dying guilt that never gets fulfilled. But you made me angry and this is what you deserve" The howling rounds keep repeating, crashing sounds of bullets were almost audible.

"You think so, then check it again or might your eyes need spectacles"

'It's her voice' Grudged the eye patch guy. Opposite hand laid on to the scary eye patch. 'If I judge correctly she sounds more enthusiastic. Which, won't have to be. She normally have to wail, cry or rather curse us in a fading remorse' His eyes were bulging out from its circles. Sporadic, first time he did met someone who survived this many rounds of bullets. His shock has no limit. Though is curious to know the accurate reason behind her survival.

Momentarily, they keep firing the bullets and hence its difficult to get a view. As several sides of constant gunfire fabricates a delusionary vision of a sandy fog. But that sound is evident and enough to perceive she is alive.

They emptied down each of their bullets, have no further remains. The fog evanesce, revealing a vague appearance of Maeve concealed inside a huge circular scarlet red dome. Along with her others. They also gets enwrapped inside the scarlet dome.

The patch guy gulped his throat, he don't even know what to do. Now he knew perfectly the answer to his how, but the unveil of that dome pose a threating terror to his soul.

"What the" One from his gang broke out, His rifle was shaking tremendously. "Boss I think we have to—"

"No. Don't. A mere woman isn't something we need to fear" Cried their boss(patch guy Beretta) . Though, he knew it wasn't wise to pose a fight but his ego is hindering. He don't want to admit he is weaker compare to a woman. He always thought of a girls and women as a lowly creatures, a mere toy for entertainment purpose. He in his whole life had never admire a woman not even his mother.

They had emptied their whole bullets were out of ammos now. The scarlet dome disappears, the moment it does others with swords rushed in. Intends to kill Maeve. It only boosts her excitement.

'It's confusing. Even after witnessing what I can do they still want to fight' Two swords flails, right at the top of her head. Aiming the skull but she immediately plummet, the two(swords) swooshes slashing the air. She is on her knees, gyrates further and finally thrashed out a glowing brick red fists on their bellies. They spits out the blood, vigorously tumbles on their knees, holding the spot where she thwack the blow.

Others behold that view, only to gets more ballistic. Their gloating eyes glaring, they immediately cease their movement, surrounds her from all sides so she can't escape. Promptly afterwards virgule their swords to lacerate her body. Two came from front aiming for her abdomen.

Maeve without being venerate, sprints hops off. Her whole body is inverting in the air. Spins graciously, her left hand rested at the noddle of one who is in front. The other one is just being ferocious.

"This is our chance" He sighed and for Maeve she is upended. Her whole body is counted on to the lenient hand for the balance. Others along with the pathetic scum whose plinths were turned to left. The location where the pal of him is plumbs. Bothering about the tense weight he is bearing. Maeve is a heavy girl.

Obviously ironic. As her figure is dreamy and busts were grown. She looks like a light flower. But if you ask this guy, he definitely slap you in the groins to give such filthy claims. As he is the one who bear this flower, for him she is an ample suitcase.

All have concealed the guy, Maeve is in trouble now, their blades primed to solidus the body into pieces. They all attacked. She waited, their fierce blades approaching nearer. The force and sharpness of their scimitar is menacing.

The pointed edges wallops the flesh and bones, detonating fountain of blood crops up. Thick red liquid is roaring and spilling on the ground. The indication is positive they slashed her, but blood fountain is a different manifestation. Normally she been chopped and blood have to be spill. Not explode like a water fountain.

"Something's might not right" One of them roared wrenched his sword out, that is whole red.

"Yeah! I also felt—" The man enwrapped his face behind a grey handkerchief bellowed. Glimpsing back at the spot they just thrashed their piercing swords(scimitar) . "No. She is still" Grudged he. Eyeballs budged upwards.

"Too late to anticipate" Cold voice hailed in air.

The goons focused on the body which they turned into the fountain. The pal was none other than the guy on whom she hops off before. His whole head was chopped several deep wounds have crushed his scalp, some are so deep that even had tear down his nose and eyes. Whole face is bloody scalp is broken completely.

The eyeballs of the man who hides his face in disguise of the handkerchief enthralled at her.

Viewing her in the air, both palms were wide open and gnashing deviation of air is rolling at the center of both the palms.

"All listen run. Run as fast as you can" His face drenched in sweat anxious about the situation they were in. And is striving to save them.

They gets deviated to him. "Sunder" From both the center two Falcons emerges they swooshes down at the site where the goons have gathered.

The moment they do, the two falcons crashed on. They explodes as soon they reach them engulfing all in the dark red aura. Allows no one to escape. They wails in pain. Those wailings bring tears to the eye of their leader. Beretta can't able to bear this one. His both hands were shaking in anger. But at the same time he also gets terrified by the humongous power that blast had shown.

The lay down bodies won't move they were smudged in blood. No one of them had survived. Beretta is gritting his teeth. Though at the same time flustering about the attack that she just did.

Maeve fell. But gradually gets up is in erect stance now, but her face is still puffing.

"Hey! Are you OK? "

"I am alright" Said she. "Trent" Yet puffing.

"You are saying something" Her eyes blazed at him the leader who is pissing the lips. "Swords were down, wanna bring guns into play"  A grin of cherish mask on to her face. "Again"

Simply a devil's grin of death, that's how Beretta's eye sees her. To add more misery the gunners already were out of the ammos. He alone can't stand a chance and even if he do then there's five more with same intensive monstrous powers. He can tackle one. But not five, it's just out of his league and he knows it. Even Maeve perceived it.

For lanky man, he is blocked by Gavin. But Gavin was a kind guy he want to stamp out his misery "Alright. May God forgive you for your sins" He pushes the grabbed hand away. Lanky jerked backwards, Gavin suddenly hit him with his golden punch Takin. The man swashed away.

His body is pacing towards his boss, the boss have no idea about lanky as his eyes immersed in Maeve and is busy to conceptualize an effective theory that might work and helps to defeat these freaks.