Well, there was no other choice, thought Dauphin, she took one footstep forward toward the leader, raising her hand holding the bottle... and... suddenly the bottle disappear from her hand. The last thing explainable she saw was pieces of glass and liquid wetting her hands, several explosions boomed around her, blood sprayed everywhere, cut-off heads fell on and around her....
She couldn't do anything except scream and scream, until everything stopped suddenly, it became too quiet, no sound except the dripping of monster's entrails.
A funny voice said, "Is every thing okay? Sister?"
A tall man, with a bushy beard wearing a teri-belt holding all kinds of weapons she knew, was standing infront of her, his face barely showing between his beard and long hair. He continued with a frown, "Ooooh! Listen lady, it's your choice from now, okay, I helped you from these monsters here because you looked like you can't even fight a cat, now, do you need my help or are you just going to stand there silently? They called me short tempered Brachio...."
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