Clementine licked her upper lip out of habit before biting her own thumb. The red luminous blood poured out of her thumb. The blood looked alive as it moved and started to take a shape. Ten seconds later, the blood took the form of a massive scythe. The scythe was about three times her size, glistening in red blood.
"It's the bitch Clementine! She is the real powerhouse, and we need to kill her with everything we have!" A figure emerged from the ground where the old man crashed.
The old man was fine aside from losing his right hand. However, that right hand was immediately regenerated after he chugged a potion. He drew a new sword while reminding his friends.
The six people immediately drew their weapons. Three of them were using a sword, two of them were using a spear, and the last one was using a whip with terrifying thorns.
"That's right. I am that bitch Clementine!" Clementine's laughter rang in the air as she swung her scythe at the six people in the air.
