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Chapter 133 Chapter 133 Monica's Determination

His head snapped in the direction of the other three who had been silent;

"Barry! Schole! Kill this ungrateful back stabbing mother fu??er right away!!"

His empty words echoed morbidly in the open cave. They rang embarrassedly in the background- failing completely. None of them moved an inch. Nexus' eyes twinkled in delight, as he watched the delicious back stab.

Paul's face turned even whiter. He cocked his head inquiringly to his right;

"Barry?" he called out shamelessly; "Schole?"

The big burly muscled hunters had suddenly turned deaf.

Taylor spoke;

"Sir, you can see that my men will give you no trouble. We officially hand him over to you. . ."

The veins on Paul's face popped as he cried out;

"TREACHERY! TREACHERY!!"

Nexus barked;

"Quiet!"

Paul suddenly went numb when he saw the floating sword twirl in response to Nexus' bark.

"Well, that's cute and all. . .but what about your men?" Nexus asked;

"What if one of them decides to be a hero, and goes back to the boy's father with information about me? Now can't have that can I?"

The leading hunter's eyes flashed temporarily. His eyebrows furrowed as he quickly droned out his answer;

"If anyone of them goes back, it would mean certain death for ALL of us. . ." he declared emphatically.

"The boy's father knows he was last seen with us. . .no matter the truth or tale, he would have us beheaded for either incompetence or suspected treachery. Either way, he would find a way to have us killed. . ."

He purposely left out Lord Howard's name- just for the sake of being prudent.

Nexus on the other hand, had gotten all the insurance he needed.

His shoulders slumped, and his hard eyes eased up a bit;

"Say it," he ordered; "I want to hear it from the rest of you. . ."

They all chorused in booming voices;

"WE WON'T GO BACK."

Paul's knees went weak beneath him. He stumbled backwards in shock, wobbling unsteadily, edging further and further away with his eyes wide- watching the betrayal unfold before him.

"Guys," he muttered weakly; "Come on guys, don't do this- please."

Nexus watched as the rapist prick begged for his life.

"Leave town-" he rasped at them; "If I ever see you aga–"

Suddenly, in a quick fluid motion, clearly in opposition to Nexus' decision, Monica shot out of his arms like an arrow. Face twisted in a grotesque mask of anger, and with her flaming red hair bouncing behind her. Nexus' coat dropped to the floor as she lurched at the five men.

Her naked pale ass bubbled behind her,

Her portable perky breasts bounced on her chest,

Trembling with rage, and in a frenzy of vengeful fury, her long perfect legs galloped forward in long strides, as she stretched out both arms at the four men- eager ready to bomb them to smithereens.

At once, the atmosphere in the air shifted. With life and death hanging in the balance, a silent shrill rippled through the bones of every one present. At once, the hunters readied themselves in formation. They closed together, and stretched out their arms, ready to deflect her attack.

Nexus' eyes twitched dangerously.

This was not good.

If Monica tried to make them explode, the attack would rebound- killing her on the spot. And worse, collapsing the cave at once! He saw it clearly in his mind's eye! Not even he would escape that. . .

Quickly, before anyone of them could make a move, Nexus' curled his forefinger, and the Flying Sword rushed through the air at supersonic speed. Blade forward, it lurched forward in a horizontal position, screaming like the wind, and hot on a vengeful mission.

But it was already too late.

Monica's eyes were cackling like thin strobes had been ignited in them. Naked, and plunging forward fearlessly with a crazed look in her eyes, she looked crazier than then mad dogs with rabies!

In the glowing cave, already ten feet ahead of Nexus, the tip of Monica's fingers cackled- igniting orange sparks like micro streaks of lightning. Face twisted in murderous rage, she closed both her fists, and the whole cave shook with a thundering BOOM! Bits of rocks cracked down from the ceiling.

The ground shook violently. The walls of the cave reverberated as Monica launched a suicide attack. She didn't care anymore. She wanted to kill them, and kill herself.

Automatically, Nexus' forehead wrinkled. The corner of his eyes widened in shock as simultaneously, a weary sigh escaped his throat.

'Damn it Monica!" He thought briskly; "You're goin' to kill us all!'

Faces tightened in a taut grimace, the hunters in formation deflected the explosive attack!

On the spot, in brilliant attempt to remain diplomatic, the hunters made a quick moment's decision.

They knew that killing the girl would seal their fates as dead men. . .so, the collective verdict was to deflect the attack away from her. In a series of loud reverberating rebounds, the explosion scattered it back, bouncing off the walls and ceilings of the cave- anywhere at all but the naked girl.

But their attention had been on the wrong attack.

Nexus didn't recall his sword.

Before they could heave a sigh of relief, the dreadful weapon came screaming at them.

Back against the wall, and way behind the formation of hunters, Paul watched with bated breaths as the flying sword broke into the skull of the hunter to the left. The full length sliced into his ear, splintering his brain matter, decimating his eyeballs, emerging from the right ear all bloodied and drenched in tissue.

All in the blink of an eye.

Blood hardly spurted from the poor dude, before the sword came upon the second hunter, going in the same way, and splattering out in the same vein.

Taylor had been too focused on deflecting the explosive series' attack. He and the others had relaxed, thinking they could actually escape this. But Nexus' flying sword went straight for them- snuffing out the light from their eyes.

Drenched completely in blood, dripping with the slicky, sticky stuff that was their brain matter, the sword completed the cycle of violence when it emerged from the fourth and final man.

With his face contorted in shock, and his breeches wet, Paul's heart thundered so loudly, he was scared everyone else was hearing it. His palms reached behind him, pressing against the wall, stilling himself- waiting, and feeling his fears encircling his entire being.

The hunters were dead.

The explosion had been deflected.

Monica- though naked, and shaken, was safe.

The angle of Paul's whitened face tilted downwards- towards the floor of the cave. His jaw dropped- revealing his milky white teeth, as well as his low hanging tongue.

With the light from the burning torch, he looked upon the bodies sprawled upon the ground. Unbelief streaked across his pale frozen face.