After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Cassie took this time to sit up, taking out yet another weapon from her space, which in turn made the man’s eyes twitch. ”Another one? Where do you get all these at your level?” he asked, eyes greedily looking at the weapon, though Cassie didn’t bother to answer him.

This was the third weapon she took out. Her grandmother used much of her savings from working under Lenny to give her an extra weapon, which indeed ended up becoming a saving grace.

She also used this time to drink a health potion and a mana cookie, which also made the man’s eye twitch.

Beside them, Jona took this time to take a breather. Jona rushed when she realized there were Alterans in there. She was in the area they burned down and was tasked to burn a few more to add a few more trouble (they had excess oil anyway) to distract the enemies for their teams.

She was the only one here though, as Drake and the others had spread out to assist. Most of them, in fact, found a way to get out to the Outer Crcle as well, using the distraction and openings of the battlement guards to do so.

Because they didn’t go through the array, their ’numbers’ weren’t counted. That was to say: it didn’t matter whether they were in the interior walls or not, so they’d be much more useful assisting the others to get inside.

In any case, this had nothing to do with the current enemy who was just giving the newcomer a one-over.

”Another woman?” The man commented, looking at their bodies—and equipment—with greed and distaste, thinking they didn’t deserve so many good things.

Then he noticed the little spark on Jona’s sword and, recalling the fire ball from before, knew that it came from her. ”And an elementalist too!”

”I’m really curious about your territory. Hey, you two would really be worth a lot of gold.”

The strongman stood before the two women, a smirk danced on his lips, his gaze oozing with arrogance and interest. It irked them very much.

”Underestimating us will lose you your little brother!” Jona yelled, referring to his crotch.

The man looked at her. ”My little brother is already dead,” he said, shrugging. His arrogant gaze was not mitigated.

The insult obviously went over the man’s head.

With a derisive snort, the man lunged forward, his sword swinging in a vicuous arc, very much intending to cause pain.

Anyway, he was also particularly annoyed today after seeing his own house burn! His woman disappeared, and he happened to be in need of new women to vent on!

Looking at the two women, he thought they arrived just in time! Maybe he’d even get to keep them both!

Cassie sidestepped to avoid his attack while Jona parried. The man jumped back to avoid the attack, swinging in Jona’s direction, all while sending Cassie a kick at the same time.

Cassie twisted flexibly to avoid the kick, immediately joining Jona, who had entered a sword fight with the man. The harsh sounds of clashing swords occupied the place for a while after that.

The women were all sweating from tiredness and they knew they had to end this soon if they wanted to help the territory more.

The two women’s eyes met and they made subtle nods. A second later Cassie jumped at the enemy, waving her sword, but this time there were swirling winds attacking him on command. This was swiftly followed by Jona’s flames, which were strengthened by the wind.

The man frowned, swinging his sword wildly to kill the fire, though he did burn a bit.

The man’s smirk disappeared at this point, looking at the two women with darker eyes. The two swordswomen stood side by side, and immediately lunged, refusing to let him get a breather.

The fire wielder danced around them, her movements fluid as she summoned more of her flames. She sent him relentless attacks, one after the other, with Cassie joining in.

The man was forced to the defensive as the two women pressed forward together. It was fortunate they had actually teamed up a few times in the Training Hall so their teamwork was good.

Bit by bit, they chipped away at his defenses, and more and more wounds appeared on his body. His eyes turned red when a deep gash slit his cheek.

”DAMNIT!” He yelled, his pride crushed by being wounded by damned women.

He couldn’t help but go berserk in anger and pain.

He sent them blind attacks, which were in no way weak or slow in his level. At some point, another scuffle had gotten closer to their area. The women saw this and they moved toward an enemy group while avoiding his hits.

Sure enough, he didn’t care and stabbed them as well. The level difference between this guy and the Terran guards wasn’t low and his hits critically injured a few.

Slash!

”HEY! STOP IT!”

Stab!

”GYAHHH!”

They used the enemies as meatshields while they also threw in their attacks—targetting his face in particular—which annoyed him even more.

”BITCHES!”

Slash!

”What are you doing!?”

While they avoided, the two women couldn’t help but look at each other. The fact that he received no repercussions after hurting citizens of the ’master’ territory either meant he didn’t make an oath, or took advantage of a lot of loopholes.

They turned when they saw it was nearing fellow Alterans and they shifted directions again, the aborigine following them.

Meanwhile, many of the Fargo guards cursed at the damage on them, with someone very much almost dead from bleeding.

But in their distraction, they were easily taken down by the Alterans, clearing up the threat this team caused. The Alterans watched the women’s battle for a breather and also to rescue them when needed. A few crawled to Cassie’s teammates, helping them out as well.

The team and the watchers were alert in case the women needed rescue. Joining in now would just make this crowded and they would be more likely to hit each other rather than the sole enemy they were ganging up against.

They watched in tension as the two women got hit—a lot—but fortunately, due to their various equipment, they received nothing too dire. Even if the enemy was also holding a Class D weapon, their superior and multi-level armor and clothing protected them well enough.

Seeing the performance of the equipment compared to other territories, the Alterans swore to invest in them a bit more.

Anyway, the battle continued and more and more wounds appeared on both sides. However, the women had much better pain tolerance than men. A few gashes wouldn’t make them lose their cool, unlike this arrogant jerk still swinging. He also seemed to become even more berserk when they hit his face.

At this, a light of idea entered their heads at the same time.

Hey, why not use this guy’s narcissism against him?