Yumiel was extremely surprised to see Jack here. But she focused on the present moment, sending her ten daggers at the skinny man. Who had to let go of Jack or risk being sliced apart.
Jack positioned himself beside Yumiel, and the two men did the same, standing side by side. At the back of the room, near the screen, Poppy was there, watching the scene in silence.
« He seems nice, your new friend. You're not introducing him to me? »
« A fat guy turned skinny with absurd strength, and you? »
« A pervert capable of reading your mind, using it to inflict injuries on you or anticipate your attacks. »
« Yours sounds more annoying than mine. »
« You're telling me. »
The two were also talking on their side. Yumiel didn't wait, sending her ten daggers at the skinny man. He reacted by destroying Yumiel's daggers with ease. She rebuilt them every time.
« So impatient. Let's see what your partner is worth. »
The old man attacked Jack mentally. His body bent as if he were being struck. Jack felt almost nothing, as if a human fist were hitting his body, but nothing more.
Jack joined the fight as well, running toward the old man; the skinny one stepped in front. He was slashed by Yumiel's daggers while trying to contain Jack.
His skin was hard to cut, Yumiel could feel it, and his wounds healed before her eyes—not as fast as Yumiel's, but fast enough to notice.
The skinny man took no risks, merely containing Jack, striking to push him back.
« Alright, voodoo man, you've gotta help, you're useless right now! »
The old man began to concentrate. His eyes lit up with a purplish glow, sometimes almost white. Jack looked at Poppy at the back of the room and shouted to her.
« POPPY, BRING BODIES FROM THE RESTAURANT HERE! »
Poppy left immediately at Jack's words. The skinny man tried to go after her, but Yumiel turned five daggers into a wall, blocking his path. Jack took advantage of the moment to pass through him, heading toward the old man.
Yumiel simply followed Jack, creating a dome around the skinny man and reinforcing it, thickening it with the wall she had previously created. Thus was born a dome of more than 2 L of blood to contain him. Yumiel opened her senses to their maximum, preparing for the impact.
And she was right to do so: each punch from the skinny man was like a cannon shot—not as strong as Jack when he breaks the limits of one of his limbs, but close. Yumiel repaired the dome over and over as it cracked a little more with each blow; she was struggling to keep up.
Jack, meanwhile, was in front of the old man, striking again and again. The old man dodged again and again, but Jack was confident: Poppy had already brought one body and was going to get more, while Jack struck faster and faster. Then he broke the limits of both arms, punching at a speed worthy of the greatest boxers.
The old man couldn't keep up and was hit. However, the attack didn't truly touch him: some kind of sphere emerged from his skin, absorbing the energy of the impact before sending it back into Yumiel's body, throwing her backward into the wall and making her lose control of the dome. The skinny man broke it after a few blows.
The skinny man charged at Jack. Jack now had only one functional arm, defending himself as best he could. Yumiel pushed herself off the wall and transformed her broken former dome into six swords and one dagger, which she sent straight at the skinny man. She abandoned the idea of attacking the old man.
The swords were far more effective than the daggers at inflicting serious wounds. Jack stepped out of the fight, rejoining the bodies left by Poppy, while Yumiel recreated a dome to trap both the skinny man and the old man. One was striking, the other was concentrating.
Jack changed his arm and began fusing with other bodies.
« I'm not going to last much longer, Jack. »
Jack moved as fast as possible, changing arms and adding two more. It took barely a minute. When he turned around, he saw Yumiel grimacing, showing she was nearing her limits.
They had entered the final phase of the fight—just a few minutes at most before Yumiel collapsed. Jack knew it. The skinny man shattered Yumiel's dome and rushed at her; Jack intercepted him, slamming into him and pinning him against the wall. Yumiel ignored the old man, transforming her dome into six swords and one dagger.
But as she was about to attack, her head began to spin. With her senses pushed to their maximum, it only got worse. Yumiel knew it was that fucking old pervert.
Yumiel completely closed her mind, shutting down her five senses, focusing solely on controlling her blood. Reproducing the same pattern as last time, the swords and dagger flew through the room. With her five senses disabled, she felt nothing anymore.
She reopened her eyes only to see that a sword was embedded in her stomach, and the old man had one in his leg. Yumiel pulled the sword out before sending the remaining five plus her dagger straight at the old man.
He could barely move with a sword lodged in his leg, trying by all means to get free. The skinny man intervened, arriving like a missile, breaking Yumiel's swords as they flew toward the old man. However, the dagger was faster, piercing his other leg.
The skinny man removed the sword and the dagger from the old man and destroyed them. Yumiel took a bit longer to rebuild them—a sign she was reaching her absolute limit. Jack returned, charging straight at the skinny man, hitting him again and again, but his regeneration was a real problem.
The old man straightened up and continued meditating in his strange position. Yumiel attacked with her ten daggers this time. He truly struggled to dodge them; some cut him lightly.
Suddenly Jack began to shout.
« YUMIEL, WEAPONS!! »
Yumiel turned her daggers into six swords and gave them to Jack, slicing the skinny man apart. Yumiel used her remaining two swords to stab the skinny man's legs, pinning him to the ground. Jack cleanly cut off his head, then broke the limits of both legs, rushing at an astonishing speed toward the old man, then breaking the limits of all four arms, striking at a full speed, slashing him until death followed.
Yumiel collapsed to the ground, exhausted, pouring her blood back into her flask, letting the rest revert to blood and fall onto the floor.