Chain rattles and the remaining ape backs away instantly in fear.

  Another wave of bamboo is cut down with a spinning chain like a helicopter.

  It rattles and the black dagger pierces the air and hits an ape into its shoulder.

  That must be the black dagger that yoinked my gun!

  The figure manipulating the mysterious weapon dances around the bamboo trees and destroys everything in its path, avoiding Mike and Astrid.

  The ape backs away but the new arrived perpetrator leaves no space for it to go.

  As it finally steps out of the shadow I notice the figure.

  Curvy but slim woman clothed in a tight dark green robe with a lot of leather elements.

  Despite my one eye being blinded by my own blood, I watch it precisely, this is like a theater for me, I don’t blink, enjoying every moment.

  The perspective is broken and the longer I look the only object I see is her and she looks to be closer to me. Almost looks like a giant.

  This is due to watching only with one eye only and not blinking at all.

  She dances and spins around the black chain with a black large kunai like blade on the end.

  The chain spins around her whole body, arms, and even her neck.

  Not only her collar but also her long black thick braid protects her neck from the rough chain.

  As she spins, the braid follows circular motion.

  Magical yet terrifying.

  She screams as the ape decides to attack in panic.

  With a swift perfectly timed dodge she simply steps away from the ape. The chain keeps spinning around.

  She extends her left arm and catches two spins around and that makes the chain shorter and faster.

  The distracted ape is disoriented and marches towards the couple once again, trying to score any hit.

  Mysterious woman increases both her body spinning and chain spinning speed.

  *Swoosh*

  *Bang*

  With a perfect twist she releases the chain dart at the precise moment and the head of a huge ape blows from the back like a watermelon.

  Mike unfortunately catches all the blood and flesh all over his front.

  I start to laugh in victory and blissfulness.

  The woman spins the weapon one more time and it coils around her left forearm, the last, fastest and the shortest spin stores the dagger in her palm tightly.

  She is looking at Mike directly.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Mike asks her while spitting out the blood.

  “Mike! You could at least say thanks!” Astrid mutters from behind.

  “Thanks.”

  “For saving us.” He looks at her and says with a pause in between.

  She just nods at him and turns around towards me and Harald and starts to sprint suddenly.

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  “Wait! What's your name?” He asks while extending his arm but she ignores him.

  Fuck, what is she up to. Why towards me?

  Am I not mashed enough?

  I flinch a bit back as she kneels in front of me and starts to whine while touching my face and shoulders.

  What the actual fuck is this.

  “Ainda há tempo, você pode regenerar... você deve.” I’m more than surprised.

  With a rather strong voice she mumbles something in Spanish, Italian or what that even is, I don't know.

  I look all over her face and her outfit.

  Dark green fabric suit, medieval style combined with a lot of brown leather.

  It is definitely a handcrafted piece of gear. Massive yet somehow basic stitches decorating the rim.

  Leather gloves and chain dart attached to her wrist. Black chain with a large kunai on the end is resting on her forearm.

  Piercing green and yellow mixed eyes with a wild flame in them. Darker skin with impressively

  thick black hair coming together into a massive braid.

  Big lips and rather small gentle nose.

  Wow, she is beautiful.

  The first thought that comes to my mind..

  But she won’t be thinking the same of me. Half of my face is missing with my lower jaw casually resting somewhere on the ground.

  “Who? Are. You?” Harald communicates.

  He stares at her talking slowly with pauses.

  “No habla espa?ol.” He continues, while the rifle casually hangs from his arm by the sling.

  “Comprende?” The old weathered man continues.

  She chuckles slightly and that reveals her teeth.

  Oh my god.

  That's a beautiful set of pure white and large teeth.

  On the brink of death, I’m baffled by a woman’s beauty. If that’s what I want to die with, let it be.

  She stands back up and turns towards Harald.

  Mike in the meanwhile clears his face with his sleeves and helps Astrid get off from his back. He barely holds her in his arms and slowly approaches us, while laying her on the ground.

  “I.”

  The old man points both of his hands on his chest. “Harald.”

  Before he even finished, the wild woman interrupts. “Você é o líder?” Her strong voice resonates in the area once again.

  “Leader? Me?” He points at himself.

  “No, no, no, no.. We” he gesticulates.

  “Equal.” He says.

  “Eu tenho observado você. Você é forte! Especialmente você, garoto de ouro!”

  (I've been watching you. You're strong! Especially you golden boy!)

  She yells and points her finger back at me.

  What the hell is it again? Just leave me alone to fucking die in peace.

  “Vocce this, vocce that.” I mumble and start to laugh loudly.

  She ignores me.

  “Ajude-me a salvar a aldeia das copas das árvores e unir suas for?as.”

  (Help me save the treetop village and I will join your forces.)

  “Oh come on woman!” He says with a disappointed tone.

  “I” the old man explains loudly again. “Harald.”

  “Harald Nilsson.”

  And points his hands on his chest.

  “Markus.”, “Markus Rain.” He points at me.

  “Comprende?”

  “Okay?”

  “Hokkay.” She responds.

  “You?” He points at her and raises his eyebrows.

  “Natalie.”, “Natalie Castillo.”

  “Finally!”

  “Hi Natalie.”

  “You come with us?” he shoves his hands and tries to gesticulate, showing the direction we were heading.

  “Hara.. Couch, couch, squelch.”

  I’m falling asleep and the scenery darkens before my eyes. My breathing is getting tougher and I mostly choke on my own blood.

  “Shoo.. Cough.”

  Pain is not present but it’s still extremely uncomfortable. After the adrenaline and excitement wears off.

  “Shoot.. Cough.”

  “Hold on Mark.” He nods at me with a sad eye.

  He collects his weapons from the ground, stores his sword, assault rifle and the shotgun. Leaving only the glock in his hand, he cocks it and aims at my face. I smile.

  “N?o, n?o, n?o, você é um velho louco.”

  *Thud*

  The new woman screams and tackles Harald away.

  He tries to avoid her but despite the fact that she is not tall like him, he struggles to hold up and barely stands still.

  “God dammit woman! Stop it!”

  He grabs her by her forearm tightly and shoves her out of the way.

  “Ah shit.” No wait! I need to use my last drop of energy to duplicate items.

  Hammer is resting with me, and so would the dagger if my hand was still present. But I can’t waste the opportunity to not double my glock and rounds.

  “Har..” I try to communicate again.

  *Cough followed by a vomit*

  *Bang*

  She tries to block him again, but he does not hesitate and shoots right at my forehead.

  “Nooooooooo!”

  “Aaaaaaaaaagh!”

  "Seu velho idiota peid?o..."

  (You stupid old fart!)

  “O que você fez!”

  (What have you done!)

  *Smack, thud, slap*

  She slaps the old man, he covers his face not resisting at all. She screams out aloud, Mike slowly approaching her, while holding the legless girl.