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The blunted zweihander struck it's mark, but stops. It's as if he had struck a brick wall. Looking up, Saeid sees the blade caught into his opponent's hand, ripped apart muscles straining with immense, inhuman strength. With a burst of movement, the second Puppet launches itself forward, and Saeid is barely able to dodge the fist aimed at his face. These beings did not have the strength of ordinary beings, much like himself they had superhuman capabilities. And as the first Puppet launched a barrage of punches, Saeid found his large weapon simply wasn't capable of blocking them all. Furthermore, those punches that did strike the metal were beginning to bend it.

"Meet the Heroes of Erua. Did you know? They were blessed, granted divine strength by the God of Justice. They kept the peace on Erua, protecting it and it's people from the demons hordes that would conquer it. Half man, half God. Isn't it a beautiful story?" Mia laughs, as black blood seeps from her fingertips. "And then I came to play with them! We had so much fun! I took them apart, and I sliced them and diced them and skinned them, and I added so much new parts! I killed their friends, their family, just to see the look on their faces! Have you seen it? The look in a man's eye, when they see everything they ever loved die?"

The Puppets were relentless, and yet always attacked one at a time. Whenever Saeid were to strike one, knock it back, or gain any form of advantage, they would simply switch places. A relentless, unending assault from the inhuman warriors, with the strength of 50 men. Their eyes were filled only with inhuman hatred, but the eyes were focused. "Oh dear, did you think you were fighting undead? No no no. That wouldn't be nearly as much fun...."

"They're still very much alive."