Random Frames. (Englot)

Waraha Legacy 7 (Last Part)

"ENGFA WARAHA!" Chanya screamed.

Engfa put her hands in her pocket, before nodding her head.

"I have come seeking revenge for the death of my man! That your beloved has gladfully killed!"

"Ahh... Right... right... Sorry for your loss! May he... erm what's his name again?" Engfa asked.

Chanya froze.

Engfa, Daadeaw, and Nudee smirked. They knew that Chanya would take any opportunity to bring the Waraha Legacy down.

"You killed one of mine! On my turf! It's only fair, I come after you." Chanya fought.

Engfa laughed. Her laughter rang out, echoing with a mix of amusement and a simmering undercurrent of authority. She stepped forward, her gaze locked on Chanya's, as she revealed a truth that sent a ripple of tension through the air.

"Chanya... You dare to threaten ME on MY turf?" Engfa's voice carried an air of controlled defiance, her words laced with an unmistakable edge.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I haven't unleashed my forces upon you and your illicit dealings!"

Chanya's expression hardened, a flicker of realization crossing her features. She had underestimated Engfa's knowledge and the extent of her reach.

Engfa's gaze pierced through the haze of battle, her eyes gleaming with a steely resolve.

"I know what you've been doing, Chanya," she continued, her voice low and filled with quiet intensity.

"You've encroached upon my territory, dealing in illegal activities that threaten the stability and balance I've worked so hard to maintain."

Engfa raised her arm. It was a simple gesture, yet laden with purpose and precision. It conveyed a directive that only her trusted comrade could decipher.

There was a man on the rooftop, a seasoned marksman with his finger poised on the trigger, followed Engfa's gesture with unwavering focus. He adjusted his position slightly, aligning his scope with the intended target below. Chanya.

A red dot was seen on Chanya's chest. Chanya looked down and back up at Engfa. She suddenly laughed. Engfa frowned slightly. Daadeaw and Nudee exchanged glances.

"How silly, Engfa... Do you really think I would not bring leverage with me? This isn't my first rodeo! Bring her to me!" Chanya commanded.

Engfa looked over and saw them dragging Marima. Charlotte was about to run out, when Engfa's hand shot out, restraining her with a firm grip, her eyes fixed on Chanya. The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of the situation hanging heavily upon them all. Chanya's laughter reverberated through the space, a defiant sound that seemed to mock Engfa's calculated move.

Chanya emerged, leading a bound and helpless Marima forward. Chanya's grin widened, a cruel satisfaction dancing in her eyes.

"Ah... Marima, dear Marima." She taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "It seems like you've become quite the bargaining chip in this little game of ours."

Marima's eyes darted from Chanya to Charlotte and Heidi, who had run to Charlotte's side. Her face contorted with a mix of fear and confusion. She tried to speak, to call out for help, but her words were muffled by the gag that Chanya had placed over her mouth.

Chanya threw Marima behind her and grabbed a mazel tov, she threw it with all her might and Engfa backed away, as it landed in front of her. Chaos erupted. Bottles of mazel tov were hurled through the air, crashing against the ground and igniting into a fierce blaze. The flames licked at the surroundings, casting an ominous glow that painted the battlefield in shades of red and orange.