1959 Emotional Damage
Incredible.
It was already 5:20 AM, and the battle at sea was still ongoing. However, with all rowing slaves taken out of the equation, the Baymardians proved to be more cruel than usual.
Now, some enemics who had fallen out onto the waters mid battle, had grabbed onto pieces of logs or barrels fallen off and now reached the shores thanks to this.
Of course, many the seas had already gauged Baymard's thoughts, knowing that they didn't want they, the enemies, to touch Raymard soil.
Well now, if that was the cease, then shouldn't they do their best to reach there in numbers?
Scah! Swah! Swah!!-
Several people ran out of the waters the moment their feet could touch the sandy bottoms underneath the
waters.
"Destroy!!!!
They yelled loudly, while raising their swords, spears, daggers and weapons high for the skies to see.
They were soaked head to toe, exhausted, but dared not show or let their heavy body burden them, as their survival now depended on it.
Like so, over 50,000 people rushed to the beaches. .but who said the true generals of Baymard Would ever let them through?
Swish!
Gary's spear twirled in the air, and Lucius's sword was also unsheathed lazily.
It's true that they had guns and bullets, but many times, they still preferred using the ancient weapons they have long been using before.
Trey had both guns in his hand while standing with his wife Yara.
Amazing.
The line up of heroes was quite breathtaking, so good that the reporters couldn't help screaming inwardly from awe.
Again, one should know that everyone's secretary here was actually the people assigned to protect every single Reporter.
These secretaries all had super strength thanks to Landon.
The Morgs, Adonis, Witches and even Morwen's people had just about had enough of these Baymardian Bastards.
"You lowly, puny ants!! This was supposed to be a glorious day for us, but oh no-... You just couldn't let us have it peacefully!"
"I've had just about enough of you all! If you know you're truly tough, drop your weapons and let's go fist to fist!"
Several people taunted the Baymardians, sure that their skills were far superior to Baymard's. However, reality once again proved quite different from imagination.
"Oh? Use our fists only, you say?" Landon chuckled, calmly cracking his fingers with a cruel glint in his cycs. "Talk is cheap. Isn't that right, guys?"
Bam!
Josh smashed his fists together arrogantly. Indeed, talk is cheap. Why don't we settle this fist. to fist once and for all?"
Before the enemies could react, all Baymardians had already plunged forth, only leaving after images behind. What was even more terrifying, that the Baymardians fighting in the shores were top 10 percentile of stronger in Baymard, all gathered here to stop the enemy from bypassing Baymard's shores and into their homes.
Morwen sneered when seeing the measly female running towards him.
What an insult!
The girl didn't even look older than 21.
"Girl, you are decades too young to ever think of competing with me!"
With his leg raised high, he moved in to block her attack. It should have sent her flying, but how come it was he who felt the wind blowing in his face excessively?
Bam!
He fell to the ground in shock.
What the hell? Has he now entered another world where women who look like dainty dolls are now as powerful as 5 horses out together?
What! What! Wait little girl! He has not recovered from the shock ye-
Bam!!!
Black lines appeared on his forehead, as well as a fully printed fist that marked his face like a red tattoo. Ahhh!
"You whore!"
Do you want to crush his skull? Morwen almost blurted out, already feeling like there were thousands of drums banging his skull.
And now, the little girl didn't even give him before another deadly fist planted itself on his head once more. Dammit!
Who was it who said they should use their fists and not their weapons?
Show yourself, he swears he will let you go!
Morwen felt like dying.
The girl held his collar with one hand and kept punching his fish second to second as though he was a boxing sac that bounced back and forth.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
So cruel.
No, this cannot go on!
Morwen raised his knee, planning to launch a sneak attack, only to have her suddenly step away from him as if she had eyes at the back of her head.
And then-
Bah!
Morwen suddenly became cross-eyed, and many men scattered around Baymard all subconsciously placed their hands between their legs in pity.
Heck!
Even Yara's 2 and a half year old son did the same when watching his mother's actions.
Oh My Ancestors. The land time something accidentally hit that part, it felt like he was dying. So imagine how the enemy was feeling now?
Although he felt his mother was always right and still felt so now, he had to admit that he felt a little
sympathetic towards Morwen.
And Olivia, who was protected by Yara's secretary, Xavier, quickly rushed to the scene without fear.
Hey.. alter seeing how incredible her new bodyguard was, she truly held no fear towards the enemy.
"Sir, sir.. how does it feel? I'm Olivia from Channel 5 news, Mr. Morg, please, tell us why you're losing to an empire you previously kicked and despised?"
""[Morwen who was beaten black and blue and now had no strength to fight back]
Is now really a good time for these questions of yours?
Can't you learn how to read a room, lady?
(-_-)
...
Bam! Bam! Bam!-
The beatings went on for what seemed like a millennium.
Even the Prisoners who were women up and asked to watch the news, all had fear grip them, especially the
Morgs.
"Why are these Baymardian so strong?"
"What sort of TV script am I watching? No wonder they could capture and bring so many top people to their
prisons."
"So cruel... I seem hear his basketballs crack. How can he truly be a man after this?"
To be defeated by a little girl is such a shame! Worse, the matter was publicized, so you can't even lic about it,
saying they sneak-attacked you.
After this, how can one raise their heads high in might anymore?
"Hey... isn't that Morwen the conqueror?"
The moment someone else confirmed his guess, Skye's face turned icy with panic.
No doubt, Morwen was probably sent by his father to rescue him,
Morwen answered to one but his father.
So it should be the case. But now that the mighty Morwen in his mind was reduced to such a pitiful state, Skyc
began wondering if he would ever get out of here at all.
It wasn't just him, as even the captured Morgs like Whitebeard, Redbeard the Maker and several others who
had been smiling and humming happily over the past few weeks, now felt like their worldview crashed when
secing Baymard's raw power.
Indeed, will they ever get out of here?