Lutherford quickly grabbed Vladimyr's leg harshly. Not minding if he could crush her bones from the grip of his large palms.
He put all his force as he lifted Vlad by her legs and plans on slamming her down on the floor. He violently spun Vlad and threw her hard towards the big pole.
Vladimyr lost her balance as the poison slowly spreading through her veins mades her weak and slow.
Vladimyr's body hits the concrete pole. She yelped and whimpers as she felt her body was getting weaker.
She propped her palms on the floor as she recovered before hitting the floor. She then leaped backwards as she struggled to keep her balance.
"You are quite persistent, Ms. Dela Claire." Trojan said after gaining his balance as well and put on his usual stance of a typical swordsman.
"Is that a compliment, Lutherford?" Vladimyr grinned. Still holding the knives firmly as its blades aim backward.
The corner of Lutherford's lips moved slightly. He spat the blood from his mouth. He watched Vladimyr icily with eyes narrowed and sharp.
"Think what you like Ms. Dela Claire. I won't let you escape. I will make sure this place will be your grave." Trojan threatened. She then rushed to Vlad's direction swinging his sword as he aims to her body, mercilessly. The calm Trojan is gone. The person that Vlad is dealing now is the cruel and deadly side of the man.
Vladimyr didn't waste her time as well, charging towards the man with all her determination and strength, she matched his swift movements. Vlad tries give all her energy to outmatched Trojan's attack with the combination of her knife-using skills and her ability in close combat.
A sword's slow withdrawal from the ignition of their blades created a sharp, metallic sound that's resonating against the silence of the surroundings.
Making the atmosphere thick with intensity. The sound of a blade grinding against the cold steel. The metallic sound filling the air with a sense of imminent danger.
In one wrong move, one would end up butchered.
Vladimyr moves flexibly, she could dodge and parry no matter how quick Trojan's sword is. But the poison in her body is slowing her down. Her vision is getting vague. Only her keen hearing she could count on to.
Vlad carries a pair of her personalized combat knives. It was specially made from the hardest steel, Damascus. Vladimyr knew that it would not be easy to knock out the bear-sized man in front of her.
"Show me what you got, Lutherford." Vladimyr dared him.
Lutherford's mouth gaped and he undoubtedly charged at Vladimyr with the sword, raining down on Vladimyr with attack after attack.
With each blow of its blade against the blade of her knife, Vladimyr's strength was really drained.
"Damn it!" Vladimyr gasped.
Vladimyr took a step back as Lutherford lunged in her direction again with the sword aiming onto her direction. She leaped, backing away from his blade as she rushed towards the open door of another room.
"Ah!" Vladimyr exclaimed once more, teeth clenched in agony as Lutherford's kick struck her abdomen, causing fresh blood to seep from her previous wounds. The pain became unbearable as she sank to her knees, gasping for breath, her mind racing as she struggled to stand and buy herself some time to recover.
This couldn't be the end for her. She refused to perish at the hands of an adversary like Trojan. She couldn't leave her children without protection, they depended on her survival. She must endure, she must prevail, she must annihilate this man.
With a swift motion, Vladimyr slammed the door shut and secured it, dragging a couch to barricade the entrance. It wasn't fear that drove her actions, but rather the necessity to gather her strength for the imminent showdown.
Collapsing onto the floor, Vladimyr bowed her head, shutting her eyes tightly, attuned to any movement beyond the confines of the room.
Sanay na siya malagay sa ganitong sitwasyon. Hindi na mabilang sa daliri kung ilang ulit nang nalagay sa panganib ang buhay niya. Panganib na kahit siya hindi masasabi kung makaka-survive ba siya o hindi.
Parang kailan lang, tila bumalik sa ala-ala niya ang unang pagkakataon na napilitan siyang kumitil ng buhay. Unang pagkakataon na naglagay sa kaniya sa sitwasyong kahit kailan hindi niya ginusto. Sa loob ng maraming taon, bawat pag gising niya sa umaga, hindi na kilala ng katawan niya ang payapang umaga. Sa loob ng ilang taon, tiniis niya ang lahat ng mahihirap na pagsasanay bago niya narating ang kasalukuyan niyang katayuan ngayon.
Hindi na rin mabilang kung ilang buhay na ang tinapos niya gamit ang mismo niyang kamay. Sa bawat buhay na kaniyang kinikitil, nagpapamanhid na ng dibdib niya at nagpapatibay na ng sikmura niya hanggang sa magising na lang siyang, tila bahagi na ng araw niya ang ganito gawain.
Hindi na rin niya mabilang kung ilang ulit na siyang sumuko ngunit dahil sa isang dahilan, pinipilit niyang bumangon at harapin ang panibagong pagsubok na ibabato sa kaniya.
Iyon ay ang kaniyang mga anak. Ang lima niyang anak na ngayon ay anim na. Ang anak nila ng kakambal ng ex niyang si Lucien na si Luvien.
Sila ang pinanggagalingan ng lakas at dedikasyon niyang mabuhay.
Matagal na niyang binura sa sistema niya ang salitang 'takot'.
As the silence engulped the entire room. As if no danger was waiting around her.
The silence that is screaming with expectable danger.
Trojan didn't stop chasing her. Vladimyr knew how his brain works. Vlad lifted her gaze to the peaceful door of the room.
She knew he was not there but...
Vlad jumped away from her spot, rolling towards the other side of the room as the wall burst on her back.
The concrete walls shattered into pieces as Trojan's large frame came into view. His knuckles is bleeding as he hold his sword in his other hand.
Vlad's lips curled into a sly smirk. Her eyes not leaving Trojan's dark gaze.
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The Crazy, Rich Madame
AçãoAfter being betrayed and abandoned by those she loved and trusted, Vladimyr transformed into an unstoppable force. With her newfound bottomless wealth, she became incredibly rich and powerful, evolving into a formidable adversary no one would dare t...
