Attack

Eris yells out a battle cry as she charges at the yeti, sword raised. Balzac is clearly taken by surprise at her ballsy move. He leaps backward, dodging her first swing but before he can find his footing, a Royal Guard stabs at his side with a spear. Alas, its point breaks against his fur coat, the hair proving to be as tough as steel and he’s swatted away easily.

“Girl, let us help you!” The remaining Royal Guards rally by Eris’ side, sheltering her as they advance on the Demon General.

“Hmph.” The yeti picks up the spear and snaps the pole in half with his fingers. “Team up all you like. No amount of wheat can stand before a sickle.” He bounds towards them on all fours, his lips pulled back in a wicked snarl.

“Split to the left and right!” A guard orders as the squad attempts to flank the monster. “Attack his sides!”

Balzac swings a log-like arm to his right, knocking the soldiers on that side away but that action leaves his left flank open. However, their spears are once again unable to pierce his fur and he laughs at their futile efforts, until a searing pain strikes his side. For the first time, Balzac sees a splatter of crimson against his snow-white fur, the sizzling blood dripping onto the snow below. Eris huffs as she pulls her blade free, the edge bloodied.

Concurrent thoughts run through Balzac’s mind. ‘How?’ ‘That’s not possible.’ ‘She should not be on that level.’

Indeed, Eris should by all rights, have failed to cut through his armor-like fur. But neither of them were aware of the power up she received from her earlier indulgence. The result was an explosive increase in physical power, enough to even injure him. He immediately takes his distance, eyeing the redhead warily.

Just then, in the distance, a large patrol of snow bikes can be seen speeding towards the battlefield, carrying countless soldiers atop them.

“It seems I’ve wasted too much time. We’ll meet again, hero.” Balzac gives her a grudging nod of acknowledgement before bounding away into the distance, fading into the snow.