Bituin glanced at her tattoo, momentarily uttering a prayer softly, and hurled the ax in her enemy’s direction. It was too late when he noticed the incoming assault. The blade buried into his chest. The only thing that Bituin could only wish now was to have telekinesis to move that sharp object to chop his body into pieces without moving an inch as it ached her entire skull. But of course, it was impossible. She was a superhuman but without such ability.
Green blood dripped from the wound that was caused by the ax. It trailed down his taut stomach and abdomen. Bituin didn’t have to follow with her eyes where that foul fluid as it went further down south of his body.
He swung his mace but she evaded it, moving to the left. Once the ax was back in her hand, she chopped his leg, which was
