For... the Blood Bottle Gang?
Hearing this sentence, Catherine's pupils constricted!
The next instant, the Red Viper's laughter drifted faintly over.
"Two against one," Nekla's arms gradually exerted force, pressing the sleeve-claws of the Phantom Blade downward, and he sneered, "Any objections?"
On the left, Fogg let out a soft huff as he put strength into his longsword, causing Catherine's hand to begin trembling:
"Catherine, do you know how hard it was to lure you out of the Royal Capital, out of a heavily guarded crowd of people, and into Emerald City?"
Lured into Emerald City...
In that instant, Catherine understood something.
She drew a resentful breath and cried out the names of her two most trusted subordinates:
"Matthew! Sedat! Charge for--"
Before her subordinates could react, however, Fogg in the rear tugged on his left hand once more.
Clang...
The next second, that Chaos Weapon puppet that Fogg had flicked down to the ground opened up again, blasting forth another volley of blades.
This time, Catherine, firmly pinned between the two men, failed to dodge in time and could only watch helplessly as those blades flew in, embedding themselves fully into her abdomen!
"Urgh-ah!"
Catherine let out a pained, muffled groan, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and spun, breaking free from the two men's pincer attack amidst a crackle of arms, trailing a spray of blood.
Yet her good luck had run out.
As if knowing what she was about to do, Fogg shifted his longsword, intersecting with the Phantom Blade's spinning arm.
Slash!
Flesh tore open.
Clutching her left shoulder, Catherine crashed down into a pool of blood. A second later, her severed left arm, still gripping its weapon, spun a circle in the air and landed with a wet smack right in front of her.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"