The woman with the fire claw

The lad, seeing that the Moorish conqueror did not appear, furious, kicked the main door of the cathedral and broke it as if it were made of mud. It should be noted that said door was more than three meters high and weighed more than two hundred kilos.

—Almanzor!— the young man continued to shout as if he were possessed by a demon while the soldiers began to be almost non-existent, either because they had died or had fled believing that a demon was attacking them.

Al-Mansur, quick, brought his retinue of exorcists and furiously, pulled the leader of this group by her arm.

 —Send that djinn to the abyss, right now!— he yelled at the woman who was wearing an outfit that covered part of her face with a veil.

—My lord— the woman replied. —We have never seen a physical manifestation of a djinn; they only possess humans, and we exorcise them. Djinns do not usually manifest in a physical way, unless...—

The enraged Moorish conqueror struck the exorcist woman with his scepter, breaking two of her teeth and making her spit blood as she fell to the ground.

—I didn't ask you for explanations, I told you: DO IT!— the Moorish leader responded angrily. —If you can't, I'll behead you right here— he continued with his threat.

But it was too late, the second door that separated the lad from the warlord in front of them collapsed under a crash and tremor. The young man was standing in the hole in the lintel created by himself. His green eyes were filled with anger and hatred, like a bear whose cubs have been killed; and her straight brown hair flew in the wind. His slightly brown skin was completely drenched in the blood of the soldiers he had slain, just like his sword, now crimson red. The lad stared at Al-Mansur as he made a crazy, psychopathic face.

The huge and long room where Almanzor was found was in complete darkness, only a few short beams of light entered directly from the small holes that served as windows. The room smelled musty and musty. The benches that were in said room were breaking and in very poor condition. In the background, on the altar, Almanzor had ordered the removal of the crucifix and his men had placed letters in Arabic that meant: —Allah.— In addition, Persian rugs that Almanzor and his men had brought were still on the floor. On these, they bowed in the direction of Mecca to pray.

—So you are the leader of the Moors?— asked the young man as he slowly approached with a murderous look towards the warlord.

—Who are you?— Al-Mansur asked the lad in Galician as he fell to the ground scared to death.

The elite soldiers of the Moorish conqueror quickly tried to attack him, but like lightning, they could only see their heads turn in the sky and fall next to the warlord who was shivering in fear.

—Exorcise him, exorcise him!— she yelled and yelled, but the women were paralyzed with terror, at the same time, unable to move a single muscle.

—Who am I? Who am I, you ask?— replied the lad with a nervous voice full of fatal wishes. —In hell you won't need to know that, you son of a bitch—, and suddenly, the lad disappeared before the Moor's eyes, knowing that his end had come.

But when the lad crossed the neck of the Moorish leader with his sword, he realized that it had no effect. The sword passed through him just as a ray of light would pass through. The lad tried and tried to cut it, but nothing was happening.

Looking closer, it seemed that Almanzor had frozen as if he were in a painting, and not only him, but also the female exorcists behind him. Likewise, the whole environment looked as if some colors had been lost and as if a blue-gray hue had taken over the range of colors around it.

—What's wrong? What the hell did those witches do?— the lad yelled furiously as he continued to unsuccessfully try to kill the warlord.

The young man stepped away and saw everything around him, that grayish blue color covered the entire environment. Everything was paralyzed, absolutely everything, even stones and drops of blood that were falling, were now suspended in the air. The furious lad withdrew walking backwards with a look of uncertainty when he saw this phenomenon. All this was undoubtedly caused by the witches who were with the Moorish conqueror. Then he heard a woman's voice behind him.

—What are you doing? What god commissioned you to take the lives of these men? Answer!— the girl's voice behind the young man spoke imperatively with a hint of annoyance.

The lad clung to his bloody sword and turned to see her. She was a dark-haired woman with her face covered with a blue-green tunic, similar to how Berber women dressed, she could only glimpse her very beautiful and powerful amber eyes and a red curl on her forehead. She was wearing, under her tunic, a bluish blouse, a purple skirt and green zaragüelles with red slippers. She was standing just inside the doorway that the lad had created to enter the room.

—Answer, who are you? What is your rank? Don't you know that this region is under my jurisdiction?—, the girl continued to question the young man with an impatient look.

—I came to kill these guys because they killed my mother and my friends. Don't get in the way and undo your magic, witch— the young man hissed furiously. —I don't attack or hit women so, I won't hurt you, undo your magic— the bloodstained lad continued to tell her.

—Your mother? What the hell are you talking about?— the woman asked with an incredulous look.

—Your personal business take them out of the human world, lad— the woman continued. —If you don't move from here, I'm going to have to attack you to interrogate you.—

The young man smiled sarcastically.

—No one has ever been able to make me draw a single drop of blood, less a girl can, even though she is a very powerful witch— he said.

—Wow, how self-confident you are little one, but your divine level is so low, you don't stand a chance against me— the girl told him as she started to move and showed her palm.

At that time, her nails grew like a cat's nails, but said nails looked like they were on fire. The lad saw that uncertainly.

—Okay kid, last warning. If you don't tell me who sent you or who you are, I'll have to ask your body— the girl said in a threatening manner as she continued walking slowly towards the young man.

—I already told you, I don't want problems with a girl— replied the furious lad.

The young man was still speaking when he realized that his right arm had disappeared. The girl was behind her with her claw still up and then she kept her claws away from her. The lad began to see everything blurry and in moments he lost consciousness.