Chapter 591: Battle of Sister II

"Change women?" Alpha asked. 

"You did say it when we met at the dinner," Kalifa responded. "That I seemed happier," she added. "I am here," she said.

"That happiness will not last," Alpha said. She let out a twisted laugh. 

"I might not but they all seem happy," Kalifa responded as she took her whip out. Its handle was wrapped in soft, pink leather, with a flower and heart design. The whip itself was a shade of red. There were small, thorn-like spikes on the whip. 

"He gave it to me," Kalifa said with a smile on her face. She thought back to the time they made love, when he claimed her. 

She laughed again. "Father gave us more, the ability to kill, ability to deceive for the World Government," Alpha shouted. "You need more re-training," Alpha added. 

Alpha's body twisted mid-air. She spun her leg at high speed and generated a violent spiral of wind. "Storm Leg Typhoon Drill," Alpha said as she launched a cyclone-like projectile towards Kalifa. 

Kalifa's eyes flickered. She reacted instantly, her leg snapping forward as she unleashed a compressed blade of wind. "Storm Leg," she said as the forces collided. The sheer impact disrupted the cyclone, causing it to veer slightly off course.

"Paper Art," she added as Kalifa relaxed her body and flowed unnaturally. She twisted it like a sheet of paper caught in the wind. She moved left and narrowly avoided the cyclone which rushed past her. 

The tornado continued to hit a group of Marines. They were sent flying into the air and were cut as well. They hit the ground and were bleeding from the cuts. "It is dangerous here," one shouted. 

Alpha jumped in the sky. She hardened her right arm. "Iron Body Shatter Fist," she said as she descended towards Kalifa.

Kalifa held the handle of Lovethorn and sent her whip into the sky, its thorns gleaming towards Alpha. "Golden Parachute," Kalifa said as the whip wrapped tightly around Alpha, its grip unrelenting, and with one sharp motion, Kalifa yanked her downward.

Alpha's body slammed into the ground, her back colliding against shattered debris, blood spilling from her mouth. She could feel the pain from the constricting thorns.

She looked at Kalifa. "Shave," Alpha said as she vanished and appeared in front of Kalifa. "Three Finger Pistol," she added as she put her index, middle, and ring fingers together and aimed directly for Kalifa's torso. She stabbed her. 

Kalifa spat blood, her body jerking slightly, her balance momentarily compromised, but she held her stance. 

Alpha's red eyes burned. 

Kalifa saw her eyes. She thought back to her sister, when they were younger. When they played together, when she was crying in her arms. She wondered if they could go back together. 

Kalifa's grip tightened. She put a foot forward as with a sharp tug, she swung Alpha like a ragdoll. "Contract Strike," she said as Alpha's body whipped through the air, her form twisting uncontrollably. She crashed hard against the ground, the impact sending dust and debris flying.

She exhaled sharply. Her fingers pressed against the broken earth. She thought back to before, when she failed, when she let her go. She was locked up. She had to beg for food. The pain of failure.

"No. I will not fail again," Alpha said. She got up and stomped her foot on the ground. She sent a compressed blade of wind. "Storm Leg Line," Alpha said as the wind blade was fired forward. It cut through the ground like a bullet. It was going directly towards Kalifa.

Kalifa clutched her stomach. She could feel pain. The pain was on her ribs. She could feel the warmth of her own blood, dripping against her fingertips. She thought the attack hit harder than she thought.

She looked up and saw the incoming projectile closing in fast. "Shave," Kalifa said as she vanished and appeared right in front of Alpha. The attack missed her completely, slicing through empty air.

Kalifa's hands shifted. She started to make bubbles. They appeared on her fingertips. 

"Golden Hour," Kalifa said as her hands pressed against Alpha. She moved her hands up and down. She spread the bubbles on Alpha's arms, shoulders, chest and legs. The strange liquid clung unnaturally and shimmering across her skin.

Alpha stiffened, her breath hitching as she felt her strength being drained. She felt that her muscles were lighter. She felt she was weaker. Her muscles lost tension and her skin was unnaturally smooth. She then dropped to the ground. "What is this?" Alpha asked. 

"I guess they didn't mention but I ate the Awa Awa no Mi," Kalifa responded. "It allows me to create bubbles and clean," she added. "Even cleans your strength away," she remarked. 

Alpha looked mad. She looked at her sister who was bleeding. "This is not fair," she shouted. 

"You are my little sister, and always will be," Kalifa said. "You can join us," she added.

Alpha looked at her. "I can, join you?" she asked. "But I am a World Government agent," she added.

"So was I, however I joined. There is always a choice," Kalifa responded. She thought Ben had given her a choice. 

"Take this off please," Alpha said. "I will," she added.

Kalifa nodded. She touched her once again and let the soap off her body. 

Alpha felt her strength return. "Thank you sis," Alpha said as she got up. A twisted smile appeared on her face. She put her four fingers together and thrusted forward. "Four Finger Pistol," she added. "I thought you were an agent," she remarked. 

"You never learn, little sis," Kalifa said. The lovethorn was around her leg. She gave the whip a sharp tug. It threw Alpha off balance. "Final Parachute," Kalifa as Alpha dropped hard. Her body slammed against the ground. The dust kicked up in violent waves. Her breath ripped from her lungs upon impact.

Kalifa then swung her arm. The Lovethorn snapping like a serpent. Alpha was spun into the air. She went in circles and then Kalifa released her.

Alpha's body hurtled backward, her body was like a helpless projectile, spiraling through air. Then she collided against the mask of the CP8 ship, the force splintering wood, the impact shattering her back. Blood spilled from her mouth, her consciousness slipped away. Her body slid down. She lost once again. She closed her eyes as darkness set in. 

A Cipher Agent spotted her unconscious body, his voice cutting through the chaotic retreat. "Alpha is down," one shouted. 

Another Cipher officer looked around. "The Marines are already retreating," one shouted. "Retreat now," he added. 

The soldiers scrambled back. 

Kalifa stood tall. She saw her fallen sister. She thought they once were together. When they officially joined Ciphor Pol, she had hatred growing in her. It only got worse. She thought she could be happy here. She would talk to her Captain. 

Pau Ra Pa, Rose General, Marianne, Nojiko, Zala, Saphir, Honey, Conis, Robin, Raki and Kaya. Maya all approached Kalifa. 

"Kalifa, are you okay?" Saphir shouted out. 

"She is injured," Zala said. 

Kaya flew forward. "Divine Blessing," Kaya said she created a white orb in her hand and placed it onto Kalifa`s stomach. The white orb changed into a white light going all over her body. Her body glowed white for a few seconds. Her injuries healed. 

"Do you need a Heal drink?" Kaya followed up.

"My injuries are all gone," Kalifa responded. "Thank you," she added. 

"You should be more careful," Honey said. 

"Ben will not be happy about you losing this much blood," Nojiko said. 

"Are you okay?" Robin asked. "You just fought your family," she added.

"I am," Kalifa responded. "I gave her a chance to join," she added. "But she refused," she said. 

"You want her to join?" Zala asked. 

"She is hurting inside there," Kalifa said as she touched her glasses. "But she is stubborn," she added.

"Ben will get her to join," Marianne said. 

"He will find a way," Maya nodded. 

"He is a pervert," Kaya said as she smiled. 

"Looks like they are all retreating," Raki said as she looked around. 

"Let's end this," Nojiko said.