The battle was in full swing!
Two shields were in front of Violet… With a swing of her kanabo they weren’t anymore. She didn’t know where they or their owners went exactly but she was positive it made a nice splat when they finally landed on something.
A sword was thrust forward but to the experienced Oni girl it was as simple as swaying her body then turning her cheek ever so slightly to have it redirected to a blade coming from her left. The two blades colliding, sending both the cultivators off balance, which Violet would never not take advantage of. This was her favourite part after all. Her left palm opened up before she lept towards the man in front of her - her previous move had perfectly lined her up to leap and grab him by the face before slamming that very same face into the ground with a loud *THUD*.
For the Violet little girl this wasn’t enough as she lifted him up like a toy before slamming him into the ground again. It wasn’t once or twice but a constant and brutal thudding along with a bell-like giggle showed how true the ‘like a toy’ synonym truly was… And Violet was a girl who broke her toys.
She could easily ignore the man's screams - ones that slowly turned bloody & gargled - but his companions couldn’t. The first to act was on her right side but they were quite far away. Luckily they were a somewhat strong core-disciple so could easily send out a technique however their powerful mud shot was shattered by Violet merely waving the oversized kanabo from her shoulder. It dispersed any hopes the man may have had of saving his comrade.
Nevertheless the one she had initially ‘narrowly avoided’ from behind was now recovered from their attack. Knowing they had no time to act they sliced down while screaming about something or another - Violet didn’t care what they had to say. Pure violence only had one form and it was beautiful to her. She tilted to her right once more which she followed up by swinging her weapon backwards to give a meaty *CRUNCH* as the cultivator's leg shattered. His momentum still carried forward though with the slight tilt of Violet’s body along with gravity aiding him he completely missed her… Slamming his own sword into the person he wished to help in his panic.
It stopped him from completely falling down but seeing his sword slamming into the already bloody face of his friend he paid no attention to the screams of their ranged support. Letting out a broken cry as he fell to the floor not even realising that the sadistic girl. already stood beside his fallen head, had her spiked bat raised above her head with a delighted grin.
*SPLAT*
It was just like an egg.
She didn’t even bother removing the weapon from his shattered skull but rather just interlocked her fingers to crack them. Her joy filled gaze slowly turned around the bloody battlefield where many of her own were also playing with their own toys… Before those merciless childlike eyes finally turned onto her remaining doll. Seeing how sadistically and almost methodically she took out his companions he couldn’t help but shiver with sweat covering every inch of his body. He needed to escape!
Of course, he forgot that he was currently surrounded while he led a group of 5 to try to break through to group back up with their own sect master and supreme elder. They were just a small sect though so Violet had already made short work of those two when she literally just jumped into the middle of the camp again…
It would be called a suicidal move if it wasn’t done by the queen of all beserkers. Violence and wrath fueled her so in this world of cultivation she was enver on short supply. If even Mother uses violence to solve her problems how could these measly cultivators refuse to feed her carnal desire for it?
Her daddy once told her nothing in this world was better than a warm sake, a warm lady and a warm shower of blood.
She took it to heart - Dao heart.
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