Dominatrix System

Chapter 115: Retreat

I moved towards Cassandra as she sounded the retreat to the gang members. The fortress of the gang was gone, as were many other buildings. Some gang members looked roughed up from their own battles, but we were still in the rival gang's territory.

The badly scarred man showed me that my fighting style was behind the times. I most definitely should have leveled up from that kill. He died before his last in-death spell went off. I didn't know what that man pursued in his mana, but that was scary in many ways. I was left wondering many things as well. What was that smoke? How did he seemingly move behind me without me being able to see him do it? Did he teleport? How had he done what he had done?

None of those mattered as I caught up to the gang members passing them by. We were definitely not out of the situation. Guards and gang members would be responding to the apparent damage that had been done. I felt the cloak around me and covered my face. The Gang members seemed to flinch while I was around and moved past them to take the lead.

It was at this moment I saw Carl run-up, looking back at the now missing warehouse. His expression was dark, and he was the first one to say something. "Be on guard! People are moving this way." Carl said, and I knew this would happen. It would be better If I didn't just lose both my weapons, and I didn't want to extend my claws again. Suppose I did so, then it would show that I wasn't human underneath this cloak.

That would start with questions that I really didn't want to be asked. My identity needed to be hidden, and I would try to keep it that way as long as possible. Therefore everything would have to be done with fists. The only things I had on me that could act as weapons were in my inventory, and they would be riding crops and more along the lines of sex toys than to maim and kill. However, I struggled to contain the giggle of beating some people to death with a dildo.

My inner chuckle ended, though, when I noticed a group of guards running towards us. I heard them yell to put down our weapons. That call was stupid as I was already cutting the distance between them and me. Soon I was right in front of them, and my fist was through the armor and stomach of the Guard Captian. Their spears were already turning towards me as I was retracting my fist.

They were so slow compared to me as my foot lashed out to the fastest guard. His spear was already pointing towards me. That made him my second victim, with my foot already crushing between his legs with the armor buckling up into it. A high-voiced scream erupted into the night as I was already retracting my foot as the other spears leveled to me.

My muscles tensed, and I sprang forward on one foot, cutting the rest of the distance to the second man. My hand reached his throat and ripped it out. The man's warning cry died in his throat as a spear came towards my thigh. My body moved to wrap around the spear and snapped the head off.

My instincts moved my body, and I used my flexibility to dodge another spear. I twisted into his range, and my fist smashed the helmet in. Iron buckled under my knuckles, and the man went down. My foot lashed out, and the last guard standing went down in a heap. The high-pitched scream continued announcing our location, and I walked over to the guard, and I curb-stomped him once, feeling brain matter under my foot.

At this point, Cassandra, with the gang members, finally caught up. Daggers flashed, making sure they were dead and pockets were looted with surprising efficiency. Then we were continuing our retreat of the territory. We were deep, though, and I quickly killed one's and two's of enemy gang members. They were scouts, though, and seemingly trying to find us.

Someone on the other side was in a high enough position with enough thought to coordinate against us, I realized. They were slowing us down for the guards to get prepared. Runners must have gone out, and response teams must be coming in. I cursed under my breath. I could have already been out of here, but the gang members were slowing me down. I needed them out, though and Cassandra wasn't a fighter. She was an administrator with good strategies. I brought her along for the clean-up of the taken-over territory.