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"Lydia, don't act like a coward, this is not fairy or Leviathan, let's just attack them,"

Aggressively, Eva came forward with her fist-bumping on her palm, showing her interest in the fight. The same goes for Alva and Emily, who were rather displeased with beastkins high and mighty words and Lydia also had to agree since this wasn't a place they could hold back, not with Nikol struggling to break free.

Leona's assistant, Cynthia stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Eva's.

"You vermins are always so quick to resort to violence. It's no wonder the beastkin have trouble trusting any of your kind."

Eva bristled, her fists clenching at her sides.

"We're not afraid to fight for what's rightfully ours. And we won't be held back by the likes of you."

Cynthia smirked. "Very well then. Let's see if you can back up those words with action."

Lydia felt one thing for sure, she knew even though Leona wasn't even close to strength in any of those grand opponents like Leviathan, Arti and Eldora, she had her own quirks, as her face looked like it was looking at other people like they are preys.

The air was thick with tension as Eva and Cynthia faced off in the midst of a barren wasteland. Eva's hand was wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage, evidence of the fierce battle she had endured prior to this moment. Despite her injury, she stood tall, her eyes fixed on her opponent.

Everyone was getting ready to fight with each other, but Eva and Cynthia were the duos to first engage in battle as both of them had a short temper and the same battle-hungry nature.

Cynthia, a wolfkin woman, was a force to be reckoned with. Her movements were lightning fast, her strength unmatched. Eva knew that she was at a disadvantage, but she refused to back down. With her light clothing that barely covered her body, Eva knew she was not someone who would defend instead she will be just like her, someone who would attack.

"You're injured," Cynthia taunted, her lips curling into a cruel smile.

"This should be an easy victory for me, well even if you're in good health, I will still win,"

Eva gritted her teeth.

"Don't be so sure of yourself," she retorted, tightening her grip on her giant sword.

"One of my hands is enough to beat you into a faithful slave, I will make you kneel in front of me naked with your pretty tail wagging,"

The two women circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly stare and hurling insults at each other. Suddenly, Cynthia lunged forward, her claws extended. Eva deftly dodged to the side, but Cynthia was too quick. Her claws grazed Eva's shoulder lightly, leaving a narrow gash in their wake.

Eva winced in pain, but she didn't let it slow her down. She swung her sword in a wide arc, forcing Cynthia to retreat.

"You fight like a wounded animal," Cynthia spat, baring her teeth.

"You're nothing but a pathetic weakling, hand over Nikol and go back to your hiding,"

Eva's eyes narrowed.

"I may be wounded, but at least I have honour, and Nikol won't come with any of you, he's our lover, and we are doing everything because we love him," she shot back while shouting.

"Something you wouldn't know anything about."

The two women clashed again and again, their weapons ringing out in a deadly symphony. Blood was spilt on both sides, but neither of them showed any signs of slowing down.

"You're going to die here," Cynthia growled, her claws dripping with blood.

Eva grinned, despite the pain. "Not before I take you down with me," she replied, her voice laced with determination.

Their battle raged on, the two women locked in a brutal dance of death.

But it wasn't the only fight that was happening as, all of the alliance girls and beastkin girls were engaging and attacking each other.

Nikol wondered what was happening since, he couldn't see outside but he knew whatever that is happening is not something favourable for them, as it sounded like a battle to him.

"Tisha, let me out, what's happening outside?" Tisha and Ressha were protecting the ball, that Nikol captured but both of them weren't the best when it comes to the close-range battle, so Tisha kept supporting the girls using her nature magic by controlling the trees, while Ressha kept a keen eye on the surrounding.

"Answer me! Tisha, what's happening? Let me out," Nikol kept punching the ball, but he felt rather weak like his previous power wasn't inside his body.

'Ahhhh! Why can't I use my power? Damn it, what did that voice do to me?'

Nikol questioned himself, but the voice he heard didn't belong to Tisha, instead he heard the voice of the dark elf queen, Ressha.

"We are under attack by a different race, Nikol you need to stay inside, their target is kidnapping you," Ressha said without knowing how stubborn Nikol was, hoping he would do what she said.

But for a moment Nikol stopped as he wanted to think about the best option,

"I have no power right now, but If I go outside, I might be able to stop them," He thought as the fight went on.

"I can't disturb Arti's fight, I'm too weak right now, I need to get help from Leviathan or just fall back, I might lose Arti but at least I will be able to save Leviathan and the other girls," He didn't really love or adore Arti, so he had no problem with leaving her.

The only bond that he had with her was hate and the thirst for revenge, but he didn't want any revenge at the cost of his beloved people's life.

For one last time, Nikol decided to address the voice inside his head and ask how and why this was happening.

"If you care so much about me, talk just now, at least give my power back, or else we would die here," He tried to guilt trip the voice, but he got no answer. Since that didn't work, Nikol decided to go with his other plan of presenting himself as bait to both races and stopping their fight.

Meanwhile, Alva and Emily were also engaging with Kitsune, her long, silky hair flowed behind her like a river of gold, and her curves were accentuated by the flowing fabric of her dress which barely covered her huge jugs and bottom which looked like they were about to burst with how big and tight they were.

The foxkin lady, who had come to fight for her people. Her eyes sparkled with kindness and warmth as she looked upon her opponents, Alva and Emily, who looked a little bit older than her own daughter, but in reality, her daughter was only ten years old. This alone showed how blinded this motherly woman was by her love for others.

"I came here to tell you that we don't need to fight, we can share our saviour, we don't need to be greedy," Kitsune said, her voice as sweet as honey.

"I do not wish to harm anyone. Let us resolve this conflict peacefully."

But Alva and Emily were not so easily swayed. They sneered at Kitsune and raised their weapons, ready to strike as they had no time to listen when their other girls are fighting to the death.

"You think you can beat us, fake boob woman?" Alva taunted.

"You may be pretty, but beauty won't save you in battle and surely, we won't show any mercy."

Kitsune remained calm, her eyes never leaving her opponents.

"I do not seek to harm you," she repeated.

"But I will defend myself if I must and my breasts are real, they are not magic,"

With that, the battle began. Alva and Emily charged at Kitsune, their weapons glinting in the sunlight. But Kitsune moved like a dancer, effortlessly dodging their attacks, but her movements felt really odd to both of them.

As they clashed, Kitsune's dress fluttered around her like a second skin, revealing her curvy figure beneath. Her movements were graceful and fluid, and her opponents could not keep up with her speed it really confused, why they didn't manage to land a single hit when they are this close to her.

"Impressive," Emily grunted as she blocked Kitsune's strike, which came after countering Emily's own attack.

"But you won't get past us that easily."

Kitsune smiled kindly. "I do not wish to get past you," she said.

"I only wish to resolve this conflict peacefully, why does everyone have to be so hot-blooded."

But Alva was not so kind. She lunged at Kitsune with her sword, aiming for a fatal blow. But Kitsune moved like lightning, and before Alva knew it, she was disarmed and defeated.

Emily stared in shock as Kitsune helped Alva to her feet.

"How...how did you do that?" she stammered.

Kitsune smiled. "With kindness," she said.

"And a little bit of skill and you could say magic,"

Now Alva felt cautious about her, and she knew carelessly attacking her won't be a great move anymore. So she decided to go for a different approach,

"Why are you always talking about peace? Look at your comrades, they are getting beat up by our troops, aren't you just trying to make an excuse so you won't be embarrassed when your side loses?" Alva questioned hoping to distract her so that Emily can pretend to be injured while creeping behind Kitsune and attacking her.

"You're wrong, I just don't want anyone to die, be it from our side or your race, aren't we fighting because we want more offspring? So why are trying to kill each other and reduce our numbers?" Kitsune questioned, she wasn't just a kind woman, but her thinking was more logical than most of the people here.