"Ma'am, I think number five will kill his opponent in a moment!"
Nafız and Miloş, watching what happened from their positions since the beginning of the war, concentrated their gazes on the struggle closest to concluding for a while.
"That woman had created a great expectation in me when she stopped the arrows, but what a sad surprise that she cannot use wind except for the weapon in her hand!"
Since her master was the daughter of Abarran, one of the few craftsmen in the world, Nafız had noticed the beautiful woman's weakness long ago. Ellen's only trick was hidden in her umbrella complementing her beauty, and she could only make wind-based attacks thanks to this weapon.
Her not being an element user was revealed during one-on-one combat. Despite the speed-enhancing equipment on her, she couldn't even approach a real wind warrior.
Some weapons and equipment could be supported with elemental magic crystals, and this was the deal with the pink umbrella capable of attacking according to the type of energy stored inside. Thanks to the magic crystal providing wind-based energy, the beautiful woman using it could produce small tornadoes and the breeze parrying arrows.
Number five was a complete assassin; his speed, agility, and the features of his weapons belonged to him and were unique. The result of the difference between one borrowing her powers and one displaying his own skills completely was practically laid before the eyes.
Indeed, the Elite Ten would reap the first fruits of the gray-haired leader being unable to manage his team and the rebel tribe's orcs. Two Golden Chakrams, proceeding towards Ellen's neck from completely opposite directions, arrived at their target almost simultaneously.
The most important feature of the fifth's weapon was its sharpness. While proceeding towards their target, they were traveling by cutting even the air. The Chakram coming from the right reached the beautiful woman's neck first; its pair coming from the other side would follow it a breath later.
Everything happened very fast. There was neither sound nor blood splashing around; only a thin moan came out of the beautiful woman's mouth. There were only two people witnessing this death among humans and orcs fighting in the heat of the war.
Nafız and Miloş were the sole eyewitnesses of this struggle that ended. When the beautiful woman's body with exquisite lines fell to the ground, their eyes were on the Chakrams returning to their owner.
After cutting the head approached from the right side, the weapon coming from the left side also passed through the same point. Although this seemed like an unnecessary move, its duty was actually completely different.
The second Chakram took the severed head from its torso and carried it to the hands of number five, its owner. What happened was like proof of the mastery of the orc in black over his weapons. With one, he had sent the enemy's head flying; with the other, he was using it to collect his loot.
When the weapons returned to their owners, the head severed from the body of the beautiful woman, who was parading with coquetry and flirtatiousness a short while ago, was swinging in the hands of a wild orc warrior. Number five started spinning the head he grabbed by its hair like a whirligig in his hand, and this movement would ensure the formation of a terrifying scene.
While blood not yet drained was thrown from the head swinging roughly, a blood circle growing as it advanced in the air was forming. Warriors reached by the spreading blood would be startled in an instant; staggering as if suddenly awakened, they were turning all their attention to the ceaselessly swinging head.
The fifth didn't continue this movement for long; he hurled the head belonging to his enemy, which he swung nonchalantly, backward at full speed. The object gaining constant momentum for a while would speed up excessively when released; while proceeding in an unknown direction, it was making a loud noise due to friction with the air.
The intensity of the sound increased as the severed head advanced. The object attracting more people's attention moment by moment was about to reach its target; it was now the most interesting event on the battlefield.
"Bammm!"
The head gliding in the air for a while was now caught by a hand. While two fingers of the holder entered where the beautiful woman's eyes used to be, there was a huge grin on her face. This person was none other than Nafız; as a result of number five throwing the severed head of the enemy he killed to her, eyes were turned on her.
In these moments, everything on the battlefield had frozen. The warriors of the rebel tribe flocking ceaselessly towards where the totem was were in shock. The three Elite Ten member warriors in that region also realized the situation and stopped attacking to watch the state of their enemies with pleasure.
Those on the side where one-on-one struggles continued were bewildered in the face of what they saw. Taking a stance where they could follow the movements of the enemy opposite them, they turned their gazes to Nafız.
"Look at that! Are you getting an attitude with me?"
Although she spoke raising a single eyebrow, the joy in the Blood God's voice didn't escape attention. Decorating this by being arrogant after winning a victory was a warrior's most natural right.
"However; your retort only pleases me, show-off!"
Finishing her words, Nafız loosened her fingers and allowed the head in her hand to fall to the ground; eyes were on the slowly advancing severed head. While everyone was locked onto the moment it would touch the ground, the Blood God suddenly swung her right foot forward and executed her volley kick. The head hurled in the face of this unexpected movement started advancing making more noise than before.
This time, the head severed from the beautiful woman's body was advancing into the crowded enemy warriors; it seems its ordeal wasn't over yet. The severed head seemed to be paying the price for the sins of the woman who couldn't be approached due to her arrogance while alive.
Its second journey didn't last long either. After losing its speed, it fell to the ground and rolled next to a pair of feet. Its surroundings were surrounded by a crowded orc group this time; they all froze in great astonishment.
Nafız hadn't sent the severed head randomly; although she didn't know all of the crowd, she was quite familiar with the face of one among them. This person welcoming them when they arrived at the tribe was always in the very front rows in the first Orc Assembly too.
Her target was the rebel tribe's chieftain. The head about to lose its shape was exactly at his feet. Look, Nafız was saying, see the end of one of the people you trusted so much with your own eyes.
No matter how much the Blood God wanted, the tribe chieftain couldn't believe his eyes. The lifeless head of a person who snapped at him like a dog just this morning was in front of him. The one doing this was an orc like him, perhaps one of the newborns he sent from his tribe.
His body was trembling madly. While fixing his gaze on a point he stared at, the only action he could perform was trembling. This state of his wasn't from pain or fear; the thing covering his inside, squeezing him like a vise, was only regret.
The effects of experiencing a belated emotion were spreading to his tribe's warriors in waves too. The situation their leader was in and one of the people they trusted being not only killed but also turned into a laughing stock was extinguishing the desire for war inside them.
Thousands of orcs on the left side had no faith left in the name of advancing, and they started taking steps backward involuntarily. The orcs inside black armors and themselves had stopped, but the wild creature spirits leaped from the totem weren't stopping. Maybe their emergence had ceased now, but unless destroyed, they weren't stopping flocking madly. It was as if these creatures had sworn to follow them forever.
When the fluctuation created by the beautiful woman's death and what happened after ended, other Elite Ten members on this flank also took action. Number four and seven, rested even for a short time, dived into the enemy again at full speed.