Chapter 145: His Final Battle

Priscilla's Fire Ki and Ice Ki exploded off her body while she surged forward to Janro's position. She activated a variation of Fire King Sprint that Barabin had taught her called Fire's Jolt. Like a bullet she neared him almost instantly while a deep feeling of power grew inside of her.

Turning her hand in the air, she punched at Janro while he stepped back. They had already done this five times before, and for some reason she struggled to hit him every time.

Swoosh!

Janro's body turned to the side while a large cloud of sand shot off the floor. Treading lightly on the sand, he spun his foot and kicked with all his might towards Priscilla. A small beam of white light shot out of his knee after bouncing off a piece of reflective glass on his knee cap. 

Boom!

Priscilla coughed out blood before he body arched back. She looked almost beautiful, but seemed completely in the control of Jenro. Pushing his knee forward, another beam of light crashed into Priscilla's gut before she twisted back and floated in the air. She felt the air leaving her body, and looked up in fright at another white beam heading towards her head.

Boom!

Priscilla's body curved in the air and then crashed into the sand beneath her. Her mind instantly blanked before the flames around her body grew stronger.

"Heh, not bad! You're endurance is impeccable. You must have been treated really badly judging by those scars. I can't wait to kill you. All your pain will be gone and mine will be somewhat erased!"

"Jenro! The general has been put in handcuffs! We just got word!"

"This battle is almost over," Jenro smiled and made a small gun with his finger. He smiled and tightened his black brows before he said bang. A white busrt of energy shot through the air and right towards Priscilla's neck artery. 

If that hit, she wouldn't die, but she'd lose all defenses. 

The Horned were extremely weak to attacks to the neck, so most of the time when they trained they learned to protect this at all costs. Unfortunately, this seemed to not be the case for Priscilla. She'd been hit so hard that all her reason had disappeared. She had her chin looking up to the sky while pieces of her blue top fell onto the floor. Her white shirt under her body clung to it with sweat while her tanned skin began to reveal its endless scars. 

Boom!

Priscilla went flying back and crashed into the sand. 

A large burst of blood followed behind her while she stared up at the rising sun. 

'Mother, I'm sorry. I couldn't get revenge for you. I-I failed.'

"Hoho, and now she's down! Men, prepare to turn around and retreat! After I chop off her head, we can put it on a pike and celebrate taking out one of the next generation of Four guardians!"

"You piece of shit!" Monica, her arms glowing with extremely beautiful ice marks punched with all her might. "You really thought I left! Go to hell jerk!"

Boom!

Monica punched forward with all her might into Jenro's back while Sheldon smiled to the side. Because of his ability to move wind, he was actually really good at digging through sand, and had made a small pathway for Monica. 

When she took him behind a mountain, he insisted that he do this. Even though he could barely use his Ki, he wanted Priscilla to be safe! He almost cried, watching blood dripping out of her neck! Her lips trembled while her skin turned pallid and white! He had to get over there and protect her until her neck healed!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Horned and the Jarkales clashed all around him. 

The tides of the battle seemed to turn, and all the Horned students got the upper hand against the remaining Jarkales platoon! Five Jarkales soldiers fell one after the other at the same time Jenro fell over. 

They had already lost their will to battle, but that seemed to get compounded to a much higher level when Jenro got pierced through the back.

Blood shot out of him while a look of disbelief formed in his eyes. He-he hadn't sensed Monica behind him at all and he already mastered Ki Location. How did she hide her Ki? 

"I have Dark Ki you jerk, I just never use it because it turns me into a monster! I also for some reason really like it when Howard likes other women when I use it, and I'm trying to stop being addicted to that! Now die!"

Boom!

Monica stabbed him three more times in the back and then started kicking him from her anger. His blood fell out of his torso while his white armor shinned in the sun split into pieces like a broken open tin can. 

She then stabbed him three more times in the back! This man had to die! He had to die a thousand times over!

"You won! We're retreating!" A Jarkales walked over to Monica, "However, can't you see what you're doing! You're making him suffer! What's wrong with you! Move so I can heal him!"

For some reason, the Jarkales sounded so human that Monica instantly forgot her rage and backed away. Was she a monster? Was her letting Howard date other women normal. She-she actually looked down and started to watch the Jarkales soldier path him up.

"I-I-I wasn't wrong! Look what he did to Priscilla!" Monica looked at the Jarkales. Hadn't she been fighting with him a minute ago. "And you! You tried to kill me, and now you think I'll just let you heal him?"

"There are rules to a battle. When we surrender, it means you can take us prisoner. However, it also means you stop fighting and let us heal our soldiers! Grow up, little girl!"

"Little girl! That man deserves to die! He's a monster!" Monica fumed and created a giant ice spear! "Now get out of the way or your both dying, hahaha! He's dying! He's dying right now!"

Monica prepared to kill Jenro in all her rage, but for some reason felt like she couldn't do it. The soldier patching him up just looked at her and scoffed before closing his eyes. He kept wrapping him with his back turned towards the spear.

"Go ahead, but I'm a medic of the Jarkales 11th platoon. It's my duty to protect everyone on the battlefield! Little Girl, if you're going to kill me fine, but you'll get in trouble I promise! Even if you don't you'll always regret it!"

"Monica, good job, but he's right. Back off," Priscilla walked over to her and coughed. Blood still trickled down from her neck, but it had mostly healed. "You-you did it. Now do you mind taking me somewhere to get healed? I-I feel kind of sick."

"Hmph, you're a coward," Monica shook her head. "You're raelly going to let our enemy live! This is a guy that just bragged about chopping off your head and putting it on a pike! First I heard from Howard that Kreal is still alive, and now we're letting this dude live! I-I'm so tired of this! We're going to get lose because of letting these men live!"

"That may be so, but we have to follow the rules." Priscilla coughed and grabbed Monica's arm. "Now come on. I heard Harvard did something to save us all. Why don't you go spend some time with your boyfriend. I think I owe Sheldon a thank you."

"Howard? What happened to Howard?" Monica's eyes started to tear. "Damn it! Why does everything have to be so difficult! Why can't we just be happy! Is it really that strange for a girl to have a horn on her head! Aren't some people born with little nubs for tails! Why can't I be happy!"

"You will be, come here," Priscilla hugged Monica, "But for now. We have to fight for those we love, okay? Now go check up on Howard. I'm sure he needs you now more than ever."