While getting whacked was embarrassing, Kira was fuming because the sloth had ended up kissing her whole face, leaving its dirty saliva and disgusting smell on her. Just for that reason, Kira wanted to break the sloth’s skull with her own strength.

However, she wasn’t stupid. She joined the siblings and surrounded the sloth which looked bigger and madder than ever. She waited while the siblings rushed in together.

Edgar’s left arm was compromised, and Fabby couldn’t use her attacks as freely as she wanted because her diaphragm still hurt. The more she exerted herself, the harder it proved to breathe.

If it was another day, Kira would have just watched them die in the hands of a sloth, but today was different. If the siblings were to die, she would be forced to fight the beast alone, and she didn’t want that. After all, she knew very well that Jeff probably wouldn’t step in to save her even if the sloth was about to kill her. That was the risk participating in the fifth round carried