Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Cake–Fueled Fight

TartKing, who’d been staying out of sight in the rear, flinched.

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Seeing the two formidable women ahead radiating pure menace, the chill in her veins ignited into fury.

“Got it!!”

She shouted, then began flailing her arms wildly, like some frantic stage magician.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

A flurry of strawberry cakes shot toward Riley and PineappleBeer like a hailstorm.

“Eat! Just eat!”

“Even if we blow up from this, we’re taking these jerks down with us!!”

Cool composure abandoned, Riley and PineappleBeer snatched the cakes and forced them down, ignoring the lurch in their guts. Almost instantly, a warm current spread through their bodies, and their critically low health bars began climbing steadily.

35%… 40%… 45%…

Across the chamber, the bald man’s expression shifted.

“Crap! They’re healing! Move in now!

“Get ‘em, all of you!!”

Driven by his shouts, his crew raised an assortment of weapons and started closing in. The bald guy himself hung back, shielded by a handful of loyal thugs.

“Don’t back off–just hold the line! You won’t actually die. Once we secure their supplies, I’ll make sure you’re all taken care of.”

Whatever he’d promised them, it worked–his men held their ground, forming a human barricade in front of him.

PineappleBeer lifted her crossbow, but the bald guy stayed expertly covered. Giving up on a clean shot, she aimed lower and loosed a bolt straight into the chest of the thug directly shielding him.

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Chapter 52 Cake–Fueled Fight

It wasn’t a kill shot, but it hurt like hell.

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The man screamed and stumbled back, only to be shoved forward again by the men behind him, leaving him practically on top of them.

Pineapple Beer didn’t hesitate. She fired again.

The thug vanished on the spot, leaving only a loot crate behind. Another immediately stepped into his place.

The bald guy had assumed these three women were running on fumes. He’d figured a little intimidation would be enough to make them hand over the crates.

But he was wrong.

Dead wrong.

“Clang!”

Just as they’d decided PineappleBeer was the main threat–reasoning that if they could close the distance and neutralize her crossbow, the three would be easy pickings.

The quiet–looking Riley suddenly erupted. She shot forward, twin axes blurring. Her first strike smashed a thug’s sword right out of his hands.

Spinning, her left axe swept sideways. The blade caught the man across his exposed throat.

A flash of white.

He disappeared before his cry could escape.

Riley broke through the line in seconds, coming face–to–face with the bald man.

He raised his greatsword, meeting her axes with a jarring crash.

“Low HP‘ my ass!”

Fear shot through his scalp. Her blows now hit harder than when she’d been fighting the dungeon knight!

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Before he could regroup, two crossbow bolts whistled past his head, dropping two more goons who’d been trying to flank from behind.

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Chapter 52 Cake–Fueled Fight

Pineapple Beer hadn’t moved. She stood calmly reloading.

“This chick’s for real! Fall back! Now!!”

It finally dawned on the bald guy that he’d picked a fight with the wrong crew.

He turned to bolt.

But Riley wasn’t letting him get away twice.

“Running? Did anyone ask my axes?”

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Watching his cowardly retreat, Riley’s lips curled into an icy smirk. She planted her feet, raised her right axe high, torqued her torso, and hurled it with everything she had.

“Catch!”

The Storm Splitter Dual Axes tore from her grip.

It spun through the air with a keening whistle, like a deadly crescent moon.

“Thunk!”

The axe struck the bald guy square between the shoulder blades. The impact flung him forward and pinned him hard against the stone wall.

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