Edrin watched Timira, who showed zero panic under the siege of the remaining four and was even deliberately pulling her punches. Her heart sank.
WHAM!
Another figure went flying, landing right on top of Dell and Edrin.
"So damn heavy!"
"Melinda, get off me! I can't breathe!"
After a chaotic pile-up, the three badly beaten women looked at each other and groaned.
Edrin spoke up:
"Did you feel it?"
Dell asked, confused:
"Feel what?"
Melinda nodded:
"I felt it."
Dell lost it. Despite being beat to hell and unable to move, she still had the strength to bellow:
"You two! What the hell did you feel?"
Edrin rubbed her forehead:
"Moron, it's the lack of killing intent!"
Dell was lost:
"Killing intent? What killing intent? How come I didn't feel jack?"
Melinda said in a heavy voice:
"No killing intent—that's what's all wrong. Last time, Timira also had no killing intent. Otherwise..."
Dell slowly started getting it, muttering:
