Pov 3 person
After that quick exchange of blows, the outcome of the rest of the match was already clear. Whether in terms of sheer strength or speed of reaction, the man facing Lappland didn't stand a chance. His experience simply couldn't bridge the gap created by the power of Lappland's awakened aura and her superior skills.
So it was a one-sided defeat. The man knew this, yet no expression of defeat appeared on his face. It wasn't just the denial of a fool. In his eyes, it was an obvious outcome, and yet his will to fight hadn't faded. So , it was also obvious how it would all end if the fight continued. But despite that, it was clear from his eyes that he had no intention of running away or backing down. His eyes were fixed on the whiteness of Lappland's hair before him.
In his black pupils, the image of Lappland leting go of his broken right hand only to then deliver him a double kick to his chest was reflected. Bouncing off him, Lappland flew a considerable distance, light as a feather, before landing and sliding along a bit on the ground with her feet . After coming to a stop, her body was alredy lowered and tense .
On the other hand, the man once again demonstrated his skills, thanks to proper foot placement and minimal preparation . He staggered back from the force of the blow, yet he managed to keep himself balanced and did not fall. But once again, it certainly wasn't painless.
His good hand, still clutching the knife, pressed against his chest. With a grimace on his face, he took a whistling breath and then spat out saliva mixed with blood. Only then did he look at his broken arm hanging limply by his side and glance at Lappland.
His calm gaze met Lappland's smiling face. One thing was clear to both of them. Lappland could have killed him long ago. Yet she hadn't done so, for a reason known only to her .Seeing her smile, he smiled too, revealing his bloodied teeth.
After that glance, the man tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing. Then he looked at Lappland again, and both of them dropped their fighting stances. Lappland stood up straight and relaxed, while the man took a step back. At that moment, Lappland's eyes were already focused on the other two fools.
Leader : " What are you waiting for? Let's get to it! Fight like warriors, die like martyrs. "
He said this without taking his hand off his chest, and instead nodded toward Lappland making it clear to them what he expects . But didn't he know how it would end? Of course he did. The previous exchange had been quick, even to a trained eye. For the two remaining men in the back, it was merely the blink of an eye until their leader was left with a broken arm.
I mmediately afterward, the two combatants froze, and the attention of the monster turned to them. Their faces froze, and their eyes widened as their last hope appeared unable to continue fighting. Instead, now they have been sent to fight. And wasn't the outcome already obvious? Yet they were sent to their deaths. But what else can they do in this situation?
Tears had already welled up in the fat man's eyes. The skinny one, however, merely clenched his teeth and immediately grabbed his belt to pull out a folding telescopic baton, at the end of which electricity sparkled. Similarly, after taking a breath, the fat man grabbed the handle of his weapon. He couldn't pull it out as smoothly as his partner; only after two attempts did he pull out the hatchet and rush into action with a desperate scream.
Lappland, of course, didn't even take them seriously as the offensive of this cannon fodder roared in front od her . She just snorted in amusement, then lunged forward. To the two people in front of her, Lappland became a sports car at full speed; they had barely taken a step ahead of their boss when suddenly Lappland's left hand appeared on the fat man's face.
His entire body was jerked backward; his feet left the ground, and his body obediently flew after Lappland as she smashed the back of the fat man's head against the ground. Neither the ground nor the fat man's head cracked in any dramatic way, as they do in the movies. Still, a single stream of blood spilled onto the ground .
With her hand still on the unconscious fat man's head, which was pressed against the bloodstained ground, leaning Lappland barely moved. The hatchet he was clutching in his right hand slipped from his grip . Her eyes were wide open, her mouth smiling broadly.
Then her ear twitched . When Lappland rose from her position, a shadow appeared behind her Without hesitation, Lappland leaned forward and kicked upward behind her with her right foot. The sole of her reinforced boot collided with the electric baton thrust toward her back. The current struck the metal beneath her boot, but the rubber dispersed the charge, neutralizing the attack.
At that very moment, continuing her momentum, Lappland used her left hand to snatch the fat man's hatchet from the ground and, spinning around, turned to strike the skinny henchman behind her. As she spun, her right leg knocked the electric baton aside, and then the hatchet struck him perfectly in the face, severing his lower jaw and tearing the mask from his face.
Knocked to the ground, the skinny man convulsed and grabbed at what was left of his face. Rivers of blood poured out as the man, clutching his chin, forced his lower jaw upward. With both sheeks severed, the only thing holding his lower jaw in place was the skin and muscles of his neck and chin . Almost all of his teeth were destroyed, leaving many fragments protruding from his gums. The picture was awful .
The pain this must have caused for someone who was unprepared, untrained, and unfamiliar with pain was, of course, indescribable. Every biological mechanism or muscle loses control. The adrenaline and the pain kept him from losing consciousness, but the shock paralyzed his body and mind.
Lost in his agony, he didn't notice Lappland, standing over him, tossing aside the hatchet and raising his own baton. He was too consumed by the immoral, debilitating pain. He moaned on the floor, drenched in tears, snot, and even urine. He didn't even react when Lappland unceremoniously placed her foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground and then pressed the electric baton against his throat, shocking him once.
Only when he was electrocuted did his body react. He released his lower jaw, allowing it to drop involuntarily. So that , Lappland, with a cold and unfeeling gaze, could unceremoniously shoved the baton into his open, bloody mouth, applying full voltage straight to his throat.
Then, averting her gaze and not looking at what was happening to the skinny man, who was literally being electrocuted through his mouth, Lappland looked at the leader, who, clutching his chest, had retreated a few more meters back and was staring at her.
He didn't even glance at the man convulsing on the floor, whose face had already begun to boil from the voltage. Whether it was Lappland or him, neither of them blinked as the man's flesh seared and a silent, dark guttural scream echoed through the garage. Looking straight into his eyes, there was no emotion regarding the cruel death of his underling. And there wasn't a shred of kindness or mercy in Lappland's eyes.
Pulling the baton out of the scorched mouth of already dead, skinny man . Lappland noticed that his hands had grabbed the baton while he was being roasted. However, that wasn't a problem . It took only a tug for Lappland to make his hands let go, and then drop onto the bloodstained asphalt.
Lappland : " So that's it. "
Lappland said, pulling her foot away from the body's chest to then poke it with that foot. The entire inside of his throat darkened, and his skin became covered in black lines. His eyes burst and melted away. A smell of burnt flesh rose from the body. Still, neither of them even flinched. They stared at it as if they were looking at a brick. Not a single blinking of an eye.
Leader : "Yes, now we can finish this without any trouble. My Personal Funeral ."
The man said, sheathing his knife. Then, using just one hand, he pulled the vest off his body and ripped open the T-shirt underneath, revealing a body covered in more scars than skin.
Lappland: " You really came here to die . Hah "
Lappland said, without surprise . In the end, it was obvious to her. As she had already said, it had been a suicide mission from the very beginning . The man didn't answer; he merely pulled off the scarf covering his head, revealing his scars-covered bald head, in which two holes remained—holes that anyone familiar with faunus biology would recognize as the remnants of animal ears protruding from the top of his head.
Those ears, however, were no longer there. Only the scars remained, along with a reminder of a cruel past. Lappland didn't even glance at those scars. The man had also no intention of lingering on this either. Instead, he moved his neck, causing the bones to crack.
Leader : " Years of working with hazardous materials as a child have filled my body with tumors that now hang over me, killing me. The torture has robbed me of my body and mind. I can't adapt to the world; I can't find attachment or love. I can't even have children. In this black-and-white world, all I see is red. "
Man said, adjusting his mask.
Leader : " Fighting is the only thing I know. I'm not afraid of death; I'm afraid of the helplessness that will come when my body fails me. I don't want to feel that again. "
He finished by drawing his remaining blade once more .
Leader : "We're similar... But different... I had lost my life, so I was counting on death. And now it's coming at the hands of someone I respect. That's everything I've ever dreamed of ."
He said with a smile, his eyes once again filled with his fighting spirit and the madness of a dying beast .And, surprisingly, Lapland fell silent .
Lappland: "We're much more alike than you think."
Lappland said solemnly, looking from her hand to the baton. A strange understanding had developed between the two of them at that moment. But that didn't stop them. Lappland smiled, and her gaze sharpened as she looked at the man in front of her.