As Damien threw punch after punch, he was both impressed and frustrated at the same time. He liked his newfound strength and using it however he liked, but other than the first punch, none of his punches were connecting against the Amazon. Still, perhaps that was to be expected. Random flailing wasn't going to get him anywhere against someone like this. It was also what made fights like this quite exciting. Before he could think about anything else, though, Olivia managed to fend Damien off and land a counterattack. Damien had tried to cross his arms in front of him to block the kick, but he was too slow to react, the blow knocking the air of his lungs, and was knocked backwards, landing on his back.

As he recovered his breath after the force of the kick, Olivia was already upon him, about to deliver another kick while was still down. Damien desperately rolled to the side to avoid getting struck once more, the kick instead creating a deep impact in the ground. Getting up on all fours, Damien then felt a sudden impulse to try something out. He extended his hand, fingers spread out, towards Olivia, and four nearby rocks were enveloped in a black-and-red flame. They then began levitating in the air for a second before they were launched towards Olivia at high speeds.

Regina entered the village, looking at everything. After wandering and taking in what there was to be seen, she entered a random shop. "Hey, can you help me with a map?" she asked, reaching to put her hand on the counter.

Dragon could not make sense of this. He had no idea what world he arrived in. All he could see was gore and guts taint the beach's sand. One by one the party-goers were victimized by the decaying corpses. It was barbaric. The luchador couldn't think of anyway to solve the situation. He was never in a similar situation.

The wrestler was nervous and was not certain what he could do to help. Sweat was starting to come off of his body. He tried wiping his face, but his fingers had touched the fabric on his mask. The shakiness in Rayo's legs had suddenly stopped. Rayo had looked at the carnage happening before him and then towards the ocean. And then towards the sky. There was peace to be found in the blue. It had calmed him down successfully.

Rayo chose to be a luchador because he wanted to become a hero. He wanted to be a symbol that people could look toward for help. He knew he could not chicken out at the sign of trouble. The luchador was not sure of what his past life was like, but for some strange reason, he knew he did not have the strength to fight. Noticing his biceps, he knew he could be the hero people can depend on.

Rayo glanced at the wooden path leading to the public area. The place was becoming crowded and quite dangerous. The luchador knew he needed to find a reasonable place to lead these civilians. Looking towards his left and right, he guessed the best option would be to run along the beach until he could find an opening. There was no indication of the corpses popping out anywhere else. Using his deep voice, he cried out. "Everyone run to the sides; along the beach! Find another exit!"



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Orion managed to resist the urge to vomit until he handed over the ears and made his way outside, hoping Granny hadn't heard. Fortunately he didn't have any much in his stomach so it was more dry heaving than anything else. With that taken care of Orion somewhat unsteadily headed towards the rat house. Luckily he still remembered the directions: Matilda, house is on the west side. God he hoped they weren't giant rats. They probably were. It was always giant rats. No one hired people to kill normal rats. Orion looked at the bloodstained blade he still held in his hand. Well. It was better than nothing. It would be great if that doggy from earlier had come with him, it would've been a great help against the rats. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this one bit.

"Just need to know where I am." she sighed. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Only reason I was able to find this place was because of the woodcutter." She turned to head for the door, looking over her shoulder with an idea. "Anyone around here need any jobs done?"

Damien stared at his hand, wondering how long he'd been able to do that. His mind flashbacked to the moment when he pulled that glowing book off the bookcase, recalling that he felt a little different after that. Realizing that he had gained a new ability, he grinned. This new life of his was full of pleasant surprises. Getting up from the ground, Damien said, acting cocky, "Heh, scared little what? Sounds like someone needs to get off her high horse."

After seeing Olivia make her enraged charge towards Damien, though, he put his game face back on, realizing that the time for jokes and banter was over and it was back to fighting. Damien did learn something from the recent exchange of blows, though. There was no doubt that in terms of raw physical strength, Olivia was superior. However, Damien was quicker and more agile. As Olivia sent her fist flying towards Damien's face, Damien moved down and to the left, the punch sailing over his right shoulder. At the same time, Damien counterattacked with a right punch aimed directly at Olivia's face. Damien yelled as he put as much power into it as he could, intending to flatten her into the ground.