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!

head against rocks as if the

was bloodied and bruised,

anger boiling inside Karen was

Karen had already neutralized the poison in her system the

who was still bound, and settled

was their next

still, watching the display

look like their mothers." Wearing Gillian's face, she sipped a

her eyes, the silver needles in her hand

too, was on high alert, determined not to let F-Poison

if in casual conversation, "You

caressing her cheek with a soft stroke

quipped. "This face is all I have

it towards Karen and Vivienne, the

"Frost!"

and kicked a few rocks towards

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

seeped from F-Poison's wound, and Karen's breaths

about to unleash her poison, Karen raised

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

side by side, united against

wounded leg,

from the smoke, Karen and Vivienne quickly traced F-Poison's escape

saw F-Poison holding Zelda at the cliff's edge, a hostage in her

neck tightly, ready to snap it at any moment. Then, from above,

"F-Poison, would you rather go up or down? Either

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