With a thunderous bang, Diana's gun fired, but the bullet whizzed past Vivienne's ear, barely grazing a hair.

Unfazed, Vivienne did not even flinch.

Diana, panic-stricken, stared at the figure before her, feeling her wrist trapped as if in an iron vise, pain radiating through her bones like a fracture in progress. "You... you're Sasha!"

Karen's gaze was heavy, a mix of the strange and the familiar.

She had never imagined that the story behind her kidnapping was so convoluted!

Clenching her fist, Karen threw a punch that landed squarely in Diana's gut with the force of a sledgehammer.

"Touch my daughter, and you're dead meat!"

Diana's punch could take down a full-grown mastiff, but Karen's blow could kill a full-grown bull.

The difference in strength was enormous.

Diana felt as if her insides had been rearranged, her nerves and flesh overwhelmed by pain. It was as if she was about to be ripped apart. The agony was excruciating!

Karen then slapped Diana's face repeatedly, and in no time, Diana's once delicate features swelled up like a balloon.

Diana tried to steady herself, to take another look at her adversary, but her swollen cheeks pressed so tightly against her eyes that they would not open!

Lifting Diana off her feet, Karen's fingers flew, sending needle after needle into Diana's scalp.

"Ah!"

Diana fell to her knees, screaming in torment.

The pain was unbearable!

banged her head against rocks as if the blunt trauma could somehow dull

was bloodied and bruised,

the anger boiling inside Karen

Vivienne had untied herself. Karen had already neutralized

to Zelda's side, who was still bound, and

F-Poison was their next formidable

stood still, watching the display as if

wonder if all daughters look like their mothers." Wearing Gillian's face, she sipped a glass of red wine with

her eyes, the silver needles in her hand

too, was on high alert, determined not

if in casual conversation, "You seem...

her cheek with a soft stroke as if indulging

she quipped. "This face is all I

and flung it towards Karen and Vivienne, the skin transforming mid-air into

"Frost!"

the skin-blade, and kicked a few

rock and turning it into a projectile. With a burst of energy, she hurled it towards F-Poison with lethal precision. The skin-blade buried itself in the tree where Vivienne had been tied, while the rock pierced F-Poison's thigh, embedding

seeped from F-Poison's wound,

about to unleash her poison, Karen raised a hand to

air-particles that could trigger a violent explosion upon contact with poison. It was the reason Karen held

and Vivienne stood side by side, united against

clutching her wounded leg, threw down a smoke

the smoke, Karen and Vivienne

holding Zelda at the cliff's edge,

Zelda's neck tightly, ready to snap it at any moment. Then, from above, the sound of a helicopter's rotors sliced

go up or down? Either way, I can accommodate

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