Inca had a new target now. She held out her specter and made it become a double-sided silver sword. She was running towards the wooded area just behind the battlefield. Her silver crown appeared on her head, her yellow pencil-like hair had been waved from the wind. Her silver armor and sword was shining with the generous rays of the blue sun. Her ice-blue eyes were darkened and locked on target. She was chopping down the cwiests one by one with her sword and trying to reach the torques, who were behind battlefield and led the battle from there.Meanwhile, the leader of the cwiests' four-legged teams had liberated himself from the grass and began running towards her. He fired with all the guns he had. Inca, who easily fended off the bullets and missiles that came to her with her sword started to look at her with great anger. "Come on, you bastard!"She changed her way and started running towards him at speed. When there were three meters between them, the creature leapt towards her by screaming. Inca also leapt from where she was, cut the creature's mouth with one side of her sword, chopped his entire body in two pieces and went down on her feet to the ground.