Number One's wounds healed, but her face twisted with fury and hatred. She glared venomously at Frio the Lich Mage and Holly the Flame Angel, all trace of her former poise as a noble lady gone. Her shrill voice grated through the air. "I can't be killed! You foolish humans can't kill me..."
Watching from afar, Green saw the look in her eyes and understood. She's losing her nerve. Looks like she's nearly out of tricks.
Most people only displayed elegance and composure before those weaker than themselves. Faced with someone stronger, they showed an uglier side.
Number One was no exception. She abandoned all noble grace and howled like a maddened beast. Yet after shouting for a while, she suddenly dropped to her knees. "Stop hitting me! Stop! I surrender! It hurts too much!"
The reversal caught even Green off guard. At the scene, Frio and Holly were so surprised that neither knew what to do for a moment.
Number One seized the opening. With a twisted face and a shriek, she sprang toward the Flame Angel hovering in midair.
To her, the Flame Angel was the greater threat. If she could badly injure Holly now, the mage would be easy to deal with.
But she had underestimated Holly. Number One was High-Level Legendary herself, yet her combat power was below seven thousand—neither especially strong nor weak for her rank. Even an ambush could not bridge the gulf between them. As Number One closed in, Holly raised the Flame Greatsword across her path. A burst of searing fire engulfed her.
A pained whimper came from the flames. The next instant, they receded, revealing a charred lump that fell to the ground with a thud.
"She's not dead!" Green warned at once.
Frio's Floating Cannon fired almost simultaneously. A stream