Her long, perfectly straight legs shot up.
The high heel kicked the man’s wrist.
The gun flew from his grasp.
The lead man slammed into the pillar again and collapsed to the ground, unable to get back up.
"...You can ask the Devil yourself when you get to hell."
The man's eyes suddenly bulged. He stared at Serena in horror, his throat letting out a few hoarse, garbled rasps. "De-Demon... You... you're De—"
He couldn't finish his sentence.
A gush of blood sprayed from his throat.
His eyes were wide open, and then he was silent.
"Dammit! Quick! Kill that Elyndor woman!"
The other warriors now looked at Serena with extreme terror.
One of them lunged for the gun on the floor.
He snatched it up and immediately aimed at Serena.
With almost no hesitation, a bullet flew toward her.
Serena scoffed.
This grunt was at least quick on the uptake.
With a flick of her foot, the short, stocky man on the ground—who weighed at least a hundred and seventy pounds—was sent spinning into the air, landing horizontally in front of her.
The bullet buried itself in the man's body, and he fell heavily to the ground once more.
The gunman's expression grew even more terrified, and he quickly pulled the trigger again—
"VROOOOM— VROOOOM!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the end of the garage.
The screech of tires against the pavement reverberated through the expansive space.
A sleek, dark red heavy motorcycle was speeding toward them.
It took only a few seconds to close the distance.
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