Harpy, werewolf, gargoyle, vampire ... Opponents advanced one by one. At some point they were even divided, but cat-girls found each other and continued to stick together. Fighting back to back was almost a pleasure. Torah had already forgotten how it was: to trust someone with her back, but to Pursephone, to her surprise, in which case she chose to take a punch instead of opening Toralai, which caused Toralai unwittingly began to respect her partner more. Having beaten some kind of sea monster, they leaned against the wall and breathing heavily, looked at each other. Both were already very beaten.
-Does it seem to me, or are there too many of them? - asked Pursephone, a little breath.
-It does not seem. I have no idea.
-It is necessary ... It is necessary to liquidate the leader! - gray cat-girl flashed her eyes and repeated: - Remove the leader and they will calm down!
Toralai quickly calculated their chances in her mind, but nevertheless agreed. There was no other idea anyway.
-But where is she? - Torah did not doubt who she would have to fight.
She turned her head and waved her hand to the center of the barracks:
-There is a better review. Surely, she just watching everyone.
Toralai looked toward the center.
-We are not struggling with anyone else, otherwise there will not be enough strength.
Pursephone nodded to her. Toralai did not lag behind her. They flew between fighting monsters, and the Torah felt that this should not be so. Yes, this place is not a country club, but wasn’t they sent here for a second chance? What is the second chance? No. Because of some assholes, she is not going to rot in prison. Yes, at the moment this chance was almost elusive, but she did not want to lose it at all.
Toralai felt her legs gain strength and her blood begins to boils. Step, one more. She saw this impudent werewolf, who, having arranged this riot, sat contentedly on the table and watched how they all fought. The Torah made the last spurt and curved its whole body. The werewolf had only time to turn its head as a red fury flew at her. She snarled to her minions to help her, but they were already engaged with Pursephone and eight more - nine of those with whom they had made a plan. The Torah felt their support and slammed the opponent into the face. They fell to the floor and rolled. Torah felt like she was hit in the stomach. So this reptile also knows how to fight! Toralai hissed and released claws. She has to win. Adrenaline boiled in the blood and she almost lost touch with reality. For her, only she, her opponent and their fists remained. Torah swung and with all her might struck the werewolf in the jaw. The blow did not go unanswered, but she did not care. She beat and scratched her opponent, not noticing such trifles. In a fit of rage, she scratched her face and neck, and then a sharp flash of pain brought her to her senses: the Werewolf twisted and clenched her jaws on her shoulder. A siren wailed. Toralay came to her senses and instantly felt every bruise and scratch. She felt how rapidly she was losing her strength, but she gathered herself and, on her last breath, struck her opponent hard in the stomach. Turning off, she realized that for some reason the werewolf was very far from her.
