Gaul stood unmoving next to the limousine. He stayed his rifle while watching the two. The fight started. Flatline went in for a thrust, countered by a riposte. Flatline stomped his right foot. And made a downward swing that made the etherian jump.
Twisting her body, she threw the chainsword like a flail. Flatline reacted by sliding the thrumming chainsword sideways, pulled on the chain and almost landed a haymaker if it weren't for her suit guarding the blow. She landed a kick on Flatline's side, following it with an overhead throw that forced Flatline to land on the wall and bounced back.
The etherian didn't waste time on Flatline. She rushed in for a killing blow towards the limo only for a grappler wire to coil around her body and have her slammed on the ground. Pulling the etherian to him, he swatted the etherian with his cutter-vibrant. The etherian blocked the cutter-vibrant and slammed her palm on Flatline. Flatline guarded, pulled on her wrist to throw her away from the limousine.
"Don't stand there," his metallic voice sounded out from his helmet. "Do your duty."
"We need to leave!"
"You people hired me to kill etherians. That's what I am here for. I've gone beyond my contract and if you don't listen. Then there's nothing I can do about it. Gaul, you are in front of an etherian far stronger than anything you had seen this day. I cannot guarantee your lives if you get in my way."
The sternness of his voice left Gaul unable to say anything. Flatline rushed in once again. He swings his cutter-vibrant and met the etherian in single combat. Once in a while, he would shoot his plasma shooter, only for the plasma to disperse with no damage.
Gaul turned his attention away from the battle. He went inside the limousine and found the driver's chest caved in. Removing the protection that caged Miss Angela and the Mistress. Gaul pulled them out of the limousine. Eyes naturally glancing at the battle. When the Mistress saw Flatline duel the etherian, her body shook.
"An etherian with a stronger ether flowing in her veins. We're going to die if we stay here."
"Is he going to be alright?" Angela asked, cocking the rifle in her hands. The Mistress carried a plasma shooter with her hands. Though she trembled that didn't stop her from moving away from the battle. Gaul led them away while hearing the sounds of clashing in the background muffled by the rain.
Trapped in a web of pipes and metal workings. Gaul turned on his communicator. There was no signal on it. Still, no matter how much they walk away from the battle, the battle between the etherian killer and the enemy etherian followed. They were following them and from the destruction that was happening. Gaul prayed that they won't reach them.
Happening on abandoned concrete and metal building. Gaul felt the heat coming from the building. He circled the building and cleared the sides before letting the two in. Climbing on the highest floor to take cover. Gaul focused his vision on where the battle was. He couldn't see well with the rain creating a mist and their battle creating a ruckus. Gaul had prided himself with his ability to handle the blade, but yet he could not fathom how to stand in front of an etherian like that.
The Mistress and Angela moved to the side. The Mistress turned to where the battle was. The chimneys were falling, and the pipes were falling around the industrial area. So much destruction caused only by two people.
"And to think we doubted him."
"Are you okay, Mistress?"
"I am fine, for now," Mistress Ursula said. "But this is a disaster. An entire stadium filled with the blood of the fans. How can I even atone for all of this?"
Gaul lowered his head. Mistress Ursula hugged her knees.
"If he dies here, then it'll be over for us."
"I am sorry that I can't do much, Mistress."
"It's fine," Ursula waved her hands. "Besides, I rather have you here than there. We hired for this reason, don't let that thought slip off your mind."
Her words soothed him. Gaul shook his head and brought up his communicator again. There was still no signal. But from the noise and destruction that they were doing. It won't take long for reinforcements to arrive. Gaul's attention came to the side of the area of the building. He saw cultists searching the perimeter, and he immediately hushed Miss Angela to keep quiet. He stood next to the entrance of the staircase they climbed from.
He might not be someone who could kill an etherian. He might not be a monster like Flatline who could duel someone so strongly that it only makes him shiver. But Gaul still prided himself as a swordsman. He won't lose to third-rate cultists who could only think single-mindedly.
Opening fire, Gaul started his assault. A song echoed around the building, and through that song the cultists froze. Gaul switched to his vibrant blade, slashing cultists until those who were inside died. Outside of the building was a pack of them. Gaul rushed out, shot the cultists while dodging the bullets, running on cover, and slashing their bodies into two. As minutes passed, he noticed the bodies strewn on the ground. He retreated to where the Mistress was, guarding the entrance again.
Taking out of the communicator he got from the cultists. He sent a message to the headquarters associated to the Mistress. Not only that, it broadcasted their location, Gaul was sure that they were going to be under siege. But it was not the time for hesitation, not when there was still a powerful etherian fighting near their location. There was no time. They were going to run out of ammunition and if Flatline loses to the etherian. Gaul would have no choice but to buy time. But how was he going to buy time against someone like that? Gaul didn't want to think about it any longer. He abandoned the thought as firmly grasped the rifle. He'll let Flatline do his role, and he'll do his. That was the only thing on his mind.