She screamed as he dislocated her shoulder, her wind dying to a breeze. He finished with a knee to her gut, dropping her wheezing to the floor.

The lightning user struck next, lightning bolts chaining toward Nova. He rolled under them, coming up to slash across the man's chest. Blood poured on the ground, and the Irish staggered back.

Nova didn't relent, kicking him into the wall, where he slumped unconscious, five active threats now, but the leader was circling him, waiting for an opening.

"You're a monster," one of the remaining Irish spat, summoning vines from the stone, some nature ability, kind of like the root-ability guy Nova had fought earlier.

They lashed out. Nova cut through the first few, but one wrapped his ankle, yanking him off balance. The telekinetic amplified it, slamming Nova into the ceiling.

Pain seared in his back, but he twisted free, dropping down to sever the vine user's tendrils at the root. A dagger to the knee made him fall, leaving four besides the leader.

The hammer-wielder charged again, a war cry erupting from his mouth. This time, Nova met him head-on, daggers crossing to block the downward swing. The force was immense, like stopping a freight train.

Nova's arms buckled, knees bending, but his divine instincts kicked in. He redirected the momentum with a kenjutsu pivot, sliding the hammer aside and countering with a slash to the man's arms. The leader grinned through the pain of the gash.

The remaining Irish, the telekinetic, a healer-type, buffering their wounds, and two melee fighters, closed in. The telekinetic hurled chunks of rocks at Nova, forcing him to dodge.

He flipped over a boulder, impaling one melee fighter through the shoulder, twisting to disable him. The other melee charged with a sword, but Nova disarmed him with a kali trap, following with an elbow to the jaw that dropped him cold.

Now there were only three left. The healer was patching the leader's arm, knitting his flesh, as the leader didn't even flinch. Nova couldn't let that continue, so he sprinted, his daggers aimed at the healer.

The telekinetic intervened, flinging him aside with a force wave. Nova hit the wall hard, but rolled to his feet.

"You sure you want to continue? Eight of us against one of you doesn't seem to be fair in my book. Though again, I won't let you escape now, would I? I mean, how could I when you killed my brother?" The hammer-wielder stated.

Nova looked behind as the rest of the Irish Adventurers rose, the healer's ability knitting their flesh and pouring the spilled blood back into their bodies. Nova snarled, his face contorting into fear for Adam and Elesch, looking back at them.

Then suddenly, the leader slammed his hammer against the ground, creating a shockwave in the aftermath of the collision. The leader's eyes glowed a frightening blue as he disappeared from Nova's vision, only to come back again in front of him, not giving him enough time to go into defensive mode.

The leader uppercutted Nova with his hammer, knocking Nova unconscious, then went in for the final attack, but was met with a swift, deft punch to the solar plexus by Zane, who used his Echo Step ability to capture Nova, while also inflicting some damage to the leader.

Then, ice tendrils spawned all around the Irish Adventurers as Michael's ability enclosed them, until they all froze to death. Though that was short-lived, since the leader easily broke out, but Michael was ready and summoned an ice tendril, hurling it towards the leader, but the leader destroyed it with his hammer.

The leader then lunged, slamming Michael against the wall, as Zane distracted the leader with his Echo Step ability, making the leader think he was going schizophrenic, but eventually the leader's eyes adjusted to the speed of Zane, and he travelled even faster, catching up to Zane, who was surprised, then slamming him against the wall, then slashing Zane with his hammer, until he was thrown hundreds of yards back.

The leader scoffed as Michael's battered, bloodied body faced him, the trio and Zane fully unconscious, though Nova's muscles began to twitch, as if he was in a nightmare of some kind.

Michael summoned another barrage of ice tendrils, launching them at the leader, but the telekinetic user hurled them all away, creating a force wave that shook Michael against the wall. Just as the Irish were thinking they were going to win, James Mahe stepped in, inspecting the brutality of the Irish leader.

"What a waste," he scoffed, looking at Nova, a disgusting thought filling his mind. "Now I have to kill all this garbage, what a hassle."

"What did you just say?" The leader said angrily. Then he remembered who James Mahe was. "Wait, you're the new president of the American Guild, are ya not?"

James Mahe smirked, his eyes gleaming with contempt as he crossed his arms, staring down the Irish leader like he was a pile of steaming dog shit.

"Oh, look at this fucking clown, thinking he's hot shit 'cause he can swing an oversized mallet like some limp-dicked lumberjack. Yeah, I'm the president, you potato-munching moron. What, did your mammy drop you on your thick skull one too many times in that rainy shithole you call home?"

The leader's face reddened, gripping his hammer tighter. "You arrogant yank prick-"

"Arrogant? Me?" James laughed, a harsh, mocking smirk tugging his lips. "Coming from a bunch of whiskey-soaked leprechaun rejects who couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag. Look at you lot, a sad sack of inbred idiots, probably still living in mud huts, chasing rainbows for your next meal. You think you're tough? You're just a gang of bog-trotting bastards, smelling like sheep shit and failure. I've seen better warriors in a kindergarten playground, you pathetic, pint-sized pussies."

The other Irish Adventurers bristled, abilities flickering to life, but James didn't flinch. "Go on, try me, you green-wearing goons. I'll wipe the floor with your ugly asses faster than you can say 'top o' the mornin'.' Bunch of drunken dumbasses, couldn't hit water if you fell out of a boat. Your leader here's the biggest joke, waving that hammer like it's compensating for his tiny Irish prick. Pathetic."

The leader let out an angry sound, charging forward, but James's eyes narrowed, keeping the insults going: "Come get some, you worthless wanker! I'll shove that hammer so far up your ass, you'll taste metal for weeks, you filthy fucking failure!"

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