A Fallen Star: The Punch Of A Woman

24. Doll bombs

The morning sun bathed the village in a gentle glow as Katrina and Feyverk strolled through its quaint streets. The air was crisp, and the village bustled with life, villagers greeting each other warmly. Katrina turned to Feyverk, curiosity evident in her eyes.

"Feyverk, why is Camilla still doing her job when Ozias is lost with no clue?" Katrina asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Feyverk sighed, contemplating her response. "When Camilla and I worked together, she didn't really seem to care about Ozias. She was always focused on her own agenda, whatever that might be."

Katrina nodded, understanding a bit more about their elusive adversary. "Do you know what abilities Camilla has?"

Feyverk shook her head. "No, but she must be powerful. She had a higher rank than Betty and me."

Their conversation continued as they arrived at a small store in the village. The store's shelves were lined with various goods, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh produce. They bought some water and fuel for their car, and Katrina picked up a few snacks for later.

"We should head back to the car. I left the souls book and the jewels there," Katrina said, her voice a mix of determination and caution.

As they approached the car, they saw a familiar figure - Laska - fiddling with something near the vehicle. He was placing a small, doll-like bomb on the car.

"Hey!" Feyverk shouted, breaking into a run.

Laska turned, his mischievous grin widening. "You can't catch me!" he taunted, stretching his limbs like a piece of gum and darting away.

Katrina and Feyverk ran to the car, swiftly removing the doll bomb and tossing it a safe distance away. The explosion was small but powerful enough to cause serious damage if left unchecked.

Laska's voice echoed from the distance. "I've placed more bombs around the village. Have fun finding them!"

The duo's hearts sank as they realized the extent of Laska's plan. They sprinted towards the inn, knowing they had to disarm the bombs before it was too late.

Inside the inn, chaos had erupted. Villagers were frantically searching for the hidden bombs, and panic was spreading. Katrina and Feyverk dashed up the stairs, their eyes scanning for any signs of the doll bombs. At the end of the corridor, they spotted one, its tiny red light blinking ominously.

"Over there!" Katrina pointed, her voice urgent.

Laska's laughter echoed through the hall as his elongated arms created obstacles, blocking their path. Feyverk unleashed a burst of fireworks, clearing the way momentarily. Katrina, with her charged fists, smashed through the barriers, reaching the bomb just in time to hurl it out of the window.

The explosion rocked the inn, but they had managed to prevent any casualties. Laska, however, was not done playing. He appeared at the end of the hall, a devious smile on his face.

"You think you've won? There are more bombs hidden around the village!" he sneered, stretching his legs and slipping away like a snake.

Determined, Katrina and Feyverk split up to cover more ground. Katrina headed towards the village square while Feyverk ran towards the outskirts. The villagers, seeing their resolve, joined in the search.

Katrina found the second bomb near the market stalls. With a swift motion, she disarmed it and handed it to a nearby villager to dispose of safely. Her eyes scanned the area for any sign of Laska, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Feyverk discovered the third bomb near a well. She carefully extracted it and extinguished its fuse with a burst of fireworks. The villagers cheered, but Feyverk knew they couldn't let their guard down yet.

Reuniting near the village center, Katrina and Feyverk exchanged updates. "I found one near the market. How about you?" Katrina asked.

"I got one by the well. There must be more," Feyverk replied, her eyes narrowing with determination.

Their search continued, each step filled with urgency. Katrina stumbled upon the fourth bomb hidden beneath a bench in the village park. She quickly disarmed it, her fingers working deftly to prevent disaster. Feyverk, on the other hand, found the fifth bomb concealed near the village entrance. With a burst of firework energy, she neutralized it, ensuring the village's safety once more.

Exhausted but determined, they regrouped near the inn. Laska's presence loomed like a shadow over their victory. "Where is he hiding?" Katrina muttered, scanning the surroundings.

As if on cue, Laska appeared from behind a tree, his mischievous grin intact. "You've done well, but this game isn't over," he taunted.

Katrina's eyes blazed with determination. She charged forward, her fists crackling with energy. Laska stretched his limbs, attempting to entangle her, but Katrina's strength was unmatched. She grabbed him by the neck, her grip unyielding.

"Tell us about Camilla," she demanded, her voice cold and firm.

Laska's playful demeanor faltered, fear flickering in his eyes. "You think you can intimidate me?" he sneered, but his voice wavered.

Katrina tightened her grip, her patience wearing thin. "Speak."

Laska wriggled, trying to escape, but Feyverk stepped in, her fireworks crackling menacingly. "I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you," she warned.

Seeing no way out, Laska's resistance crumbled. "Fine, fine! Camilla doesn't care about Ozias. She's always had her own agenda. She's more powerful than you can imagine."

Satisfied with his answer, Katrina released him. Laska, sensing his opportunity, slithered away like a snake, disappearing into the shadows.

Breathing heavily, Katrina and Feyverk made their way back to the inn. Exhaustion settled in as they reached their room. Katrina sank onto the bed, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions.

"I just wanted to be a model and have my dream house," she murmured, her voice tinged with longing.

Feyverk sat beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this, Katrina. We've faced worse and come out stronger."

As the village settled into an uneasy calm, the duo knew their journey was far from over. The threats they faced were growing more dangerous, but their determination burned brighter than ever. United by a common purpose, they prepared for the battles yet to come, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.