Reincarnators Vs. Mcs

Intense bloodl.u.s.t was being released from my body. My long dark hair turns white. My red eyes turned pupiless, completely red. They are demanding for blood to be spill in front of them. My beautiful figure changes into something like a banshee.

This technique "Banshee Cried" is one of the two cultivation methods from my past that won't damage my body or life span. The other being "The way of blood sword art". Even so both techniques require the blood of the enemy to be spill or I will suffer a backlash.

[ Right now, I am in the first stage of Banshee cry, however my cultivation is not high so five minutes short, ten tops will I remain in control.] Not wasting anymore time, I charge at the assassin.

Quickly appear in front of her, I throw a punch. She responds by throwing her fist at me. In her haste she uses her already injure hand . When ours fists collide she shouts in pain.

"Damn that hurt like hell!!!" she says shaking her hand. When she sees me still coming at her. She was startlet then she hurrying raises her sword in defense. A big mistake. I slam my sword into her sword pushing her back. She quickly uses her energy and injured hand to hold her ground. Nonetheless I start attacking her pushing her back.

"What the hell are you doing?!!! Hurry up and finish her!!! I can't hold back this freak for long!!!" Cries her partner. Without her interference Apollo can fully consecrate on his fight. The sword vs. daggers continues. Apollo feigned a left strike, the assassin desperate blocks but is quickly punch in his face. Apollo follows it up with a kick to his crouch knocking him on the floor.

"Artemis I want her alive." Apollo coldly tells me as he close in on his opponent. In normal circ.u.mstances I would joking reply however I don't have that leisurely. Knowing he is in a foul mood and poisoned. I say "ok" and return my attention to my fight. Three minutes up. Only seven left, maybe?

I applied more force into my arms and sending her sword flying up forcing her to jump back. "Don't think you have won just yet" she says. She pulls more daggers out. Only this time they are cover in a red liquid. [She can't win by force so she turns to poison, huh.] I can't help but smirk. She seems to want to pull out something else. But I don't have anymore time nor patience for games. Quickly appearing behind her I grab her by the hair and slam her against the floor. knocking her out cold.

Searching her clothes for the antidote, I found two mini boxes. One in green says tree death poison and the other in red and says antidote. I drip a drop of the potion in the antidote box into a silver needle. Seeing it turn black I hold my breath and back away.

[This poison is strong and meant to prolong the victim suffering. It also has a paralysis effect. it's not bad. I can use this.] The drop of the potion in the poison box doesn't change and even turn the poison black to cristal. Grad I test them before coming to a decision. Quickly smearing the poison on my sword as well as grabbing the assassin remaining daggers. I dash towards my brother and the assassin. I signal him to let me fight for awhile. After all one enemy needs to die and I only have four minutes remaining. Apollo is better at praying answer out of females than males. So he won't mind me killing the other assassin.

Apollo looks in my direction, notices the antidote. "Hold him back for 10 seconds" He says. The assassin seeing his partner defeated tries to run. Seems like he isn't professional as most would tried to kill their partner before trying to flee. I throw the poison daggers in his direction some hit him, forcing him to halt. I increase my speed.

Tossing the antidote to Apollo. I block the assassin. He charges at me. I snort and distantly look at him. [Both him and his partner are both in the 14 start tier. Only by working together can they pressure my brother and right now I am stronger than he is] But I am quickly knock off my high horse as it seems he somehow manage to drink a potion to increase his strength and speed during his fight against my brother.

"MOVE!!!!" He barks at me while throwing his imbedded poison daggers at me. I swung my sword and successfully parried them. Only he chooses this moment to slam into me. And something snaps inside of me.

"F**K OFF ME" I scream at him as we are knock on the floor. He responds by smacking my face. Then my stomach. [Even with Banshee Cried I might not be able to win. Yet how dare he touch my face.] Fury runs through me along with the traumatic memories of a men pushing me down. [ I'll make him pay in blood.] I smack him in the face causing his nose to bleed and dazing him. I force us to roll with me landing on top. I hurl multiple punches directed to his vitals and his face. I gulp out one of his eyes yet my fury is still far from over. [No man can freely touch me as he pleases] Repeatly punching him everywhere. I start to rip him to pieces.....His blood starts bringing me p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e..... His agonizing screams are music to my ears.... His despair is my nectar..... Sweet and delicious.

"ahhhhhhh, Please stop I will tell you everything!!!!! Just please stop!!!" He begs me. Good, Very good. His begs brings me even better amus.e.m.e.nt. [Ah I can't hold myself back]

Thump! A head hits the floor.

Enrage that my prey was stolen from my hands. I slowly turn my head turn my brother. My blood red eyes are burning in his directing. "APOLLO!!!!!" I Scream. I raise from the assassin corpse and flew at my big brother with the d.e.s.i.r.e to kill.

Apollo red eyes are looking in my direction. Yet he doesn't move. He just stay there like a powerful warrior he is. "Artemis you know I never hold back in a fight if you do this. You are in for a fight" He says with an even voice. But that only riles me up even more.

"you don't need to hold back!!" I say as I was closing in on him. My fingers now claws are my main weapon. [ I don't need swords or daggers. I am a banshee incarnation. I will tear anything that stands in my way to pieces.]

I slash towards his face. He steps back and punches me on my face. [Ah it hurts!] I respond by kicking his stomach. He grunts. Using the hilt of his sword. He thrusts it to my stomach. I sidestepped and craw his arm. Blood spills out. Yet he doesn't in cried in pain. Using that injured hand he backhand slap me with it. Damm was he always that powerful?

Becoming even more furious was the last thing i remember before everything went red.