William could very well see what was going to happen. A gulp came from him as he looked at the unknown woman. He didn't know what she wanted, who she was, or even if she's good or evil, there was one thing he knew—
She was the enemy.
Without any chance to even attempt diplomacy, the girl whipped at him once more, hitting him right on his face.
"¡Vamos, pequeña! It'll be boring if you don't fight back."
The unknown girl was still standing on the table, smiling as her dark eyes seemed to harbor a bit of red in the middle.
The amnesiac rubbed the part of his face that was whipped, there a mark was left.
"What do you want?" William demanded to know.
The woman chuckled as she just whipped at him once more, seemingly cutting through the air with each powerful crack.
"Maybe I'll tell you if you beat me? Would you give it a shot, Pequeña novata?"
Each strike felt like his skin was being seared, leaving distinct, stripe-like marks all over his body.
He tried to block the attacks with his arms, but his face and body would still be struck by the whip.
'Goddamn it! What can I even do here?' William could feel his arms ache with each blow on them.
He thought and thought on what to do until for some reason, his eyes widened and the fountain pen on the back of his right hand started glowing.
Then he saw a white streak floating on the air. He didn't have enough time to question it though as he was struck again.
"Pequeña novata! You can't just do nothing here! I might just end up killing you before that gata gets here!"
Then finally, William realized what that streak was. As the leather wearing woman went to whip him again...
He saw it, the path the whip would go.
Hybrids, the most 'normal' of all the races, yet they can also produce the most monsters. What's happening now is one of those unbelievably rare monsters being born.
A fly can perceive and react much faster than normal people—one can blink once and a fly will beat their wings 12 times.
William arched his back to dodge the whip before raising his hand, his muscles aching.
The punch of one of the greatest boxers to ever exist can reach up to 1,600 joules, compare that to the average giant, 7,809,511 joules of energy.
William grabbed the whip before spinning it around his fist and pulling himself up using the whip. He then took a quick breath.
Human history has born hundreds of charismatic individuals, commanders, leaders, kings—Yet compared to Huddlers, they would simply be the follower.
"MISS FARAH!" William yelled out as he felt the whip being pulled back out of his grasp, the rough leather leaving marks on the palm of his hand.
This was simple, William Hoard is a triple hybrid, yet he doesn't know any of what he could do... But he'll know because simply that—that is the Truth.
Truth
That which is true or in accordance to reality.
The girl laughed at his sudden change of strengths. "Ooo~ So Pequeña novata isn't so useless, huh?" She pulled back the whip with no effort at all, making William spin around.
"Then..."
The woman hopped off the table onto the ground, heels clacking against the wood below her.
"Let me get serious too."
She opened her mouth, William could barely make out a glowing mark inside of mouth. From what he could see, it was chains.
The inside of her mouth glowed red as she spoke once more. "Lost is not allowed."
With those words, William saw a red collar wrap around her neck. Before he could even question it, another streak of white appeared.
He tried to dodge, but couldn't. The whip slammed into his left shoulder.
The pain was different—sharper, deeper. Like a bullet tearing through flesh. It shredded his sleeve and peeled skin.
He stared at her wide-eyed. Moments ago he'd been wary. Now he felt like a cornered animal.
"You—"
Again. He tried to move, but she struck his right wrist. The pain exploded. He couldn't swallow it this time.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
Blood dripped down his wrist. He didn't get a second to breathe—she whipped twice more, both lashes cutting into his heels and making him drop him to his knees.
Blood dripped onto the wooden floor below him. He panted, his eyes crazily looking around for anything, anyone to save him, before his eyes looked up at her. What he saw made his heart drop...
A smile.
A sadistic, happy smile. Eyes so full of insanity that William couldn't even tell if she was faking her happiness or not.
"Hey, Pequeña novata, got anything else?"
She cracked her whip on the floor, splintering the wood below it.
The injured boy's body started to shake with fear. He tried to move, but he couldn't. This made him completely understand the difference between them...
'Where..?'
William closed his eyes, already knowing what was about to happen. He couldn't stop it, so he would at the very least got see that face as he went down.
"Because if not..."
She got ready to crack her whip again, now aiming at his head.
"I'll end this game here."
Just as she cracked her wrist though, the door bursted open and a hand caught the whip as William was pushed down
"Castro! What the hell are you doing here?!"
She had finally arrived, staring at the other girl as her hand gripped the whip tightly...
Hogaamin Farah had arrived.