Grimm took the cloak off Arya and put it on. Turning her attention to Father, the wind blew his cloak slightly.
Father released Puer and Treyala and had them brought to him. "I do not lie, but-"he looked down at Grimm, "If you want this monstrous being, I need you to decide."
Grimm dashed forward, leaped up and kicked Father in the face.
His face going to the side,bunch of spit coming out his mouth, "WHY YOU!"
Grimm rolled and grabbed Jack jumping back up with the injured man on his shoulder.
At the commotion, Father had many gaurds emerge from the crowds and buildings set aside. Running all towards where Grimm was suppose to fall, a light shimmered below him.
Dropping Jack, Allie put him inside her pouch with Puer and Treyala. Allie now returned to Arya, who was now standing, not a single drop of blood on her.
"How?"
"Arya show him," Grimm said as he jumped off one gaurds head and landed beside her.
"Dark Magic-Smoke Magic-Repurposed," Grimm's Sycthe that was on the ground turned into a cloud of smoke covering them from the public eye.
Grimm smiled, "Blood Magic-Fraudsters Death," the stain of blood on Arya disappeared and returned back to Grimm, entering the wound he had on his chest, which he used the cloak to hide. He let a pain grunt before giving Arya the cloak back. "Now we run."
She nodded, but a blade of light pierced the dense smoke, making it vanish. "Holy Magic-Holy Sword," Father thrusted it between their faces, "No more chances!"
"Familiar Magic-Resize," Allie grew large in size, allowing both Grimm and Arya to mount her. "Go girl!"
Allie took off fast, but Father made light platforms, carrying soldiers on em.
"Grimm! Can't you do something!?"
Grimm lifted himself up with his hands, doing a handstand on Allie, while facing the men. He couldn't lose concentration or he would fall or worse. "Dark Magic-The Grim Reaper," before his eyes, a representation of the Grim Reaper appeared, made of a cloud of smoke.
Thinking it was the same as Arya's magic, Father striked it with his 'Holy' Sword, but it did nothing.
Taking a swing, The Grim Reaper had killed most of Father's men who had thought to not fear it. Using this spell quickly drained Grimm's mana, so he had it comeback. He wrapped his arms around Arya's waste, to try and stay on.
About to reach the third checkpoint before the last, Father made a circle of light appear above the pathway, "Holy magic-Light Rain!" From above them and forward on, swords of light came raining down upon them.
Arya looked up and forward, "Might be it for us."
Grimm weakly raised his hand,"Bl-bl-blood mag-"
But before Grimm could finish, the swords disappeared from above them.
Arya's magic was getting low, so she stopped and had everyone from her pouch released and laid them beside her. Arya held Grimm's hand.
"Are you toying with us?"
Father stopped and his men behind him, "Kill them."
The knights began charging forward.
Grimm moved Arya behind him and acted as a shield, "Not while I'm still here," he trembled standing their.
Arya was worried, but then she heard someone behind speak.
"Brother should we act now?"
"Yes sister, nows the time."
Turning, she saw two kids jumped from the manhole. The one on the left, looked roughly fifteen. A boy half Grimm and Arya's height. Showing some teeth, they were sharp like a demon's. With his hairing being pushed against the wind, a strong blonde colour, accompanied by a pair of horns and a deep red eye colour. His wardrobe was a dress with a woman's white tie and black shoes tight around his feet.
To his right, a girl about the same age as the boy. Her hair was also cut same short as the boy, with a strong blonde colour. Her red eyes and horns were the same. Even her dress was the same, but she had a big red bow instead of what the boy had. It was as if they were twins.
"Brother," she latched onto his back.
"Yes sister?"
"Can I go full?"
"You may," he grabbed her shoulders and launched her at Father.
Father had put his sword up to parry the incoming attack.
Just as the girl was about to make contact, she grabbed the blade and whispered, "Demon Art Style 3," she spun her head at him, giving a smile full of sharp fangs at him, "Feral Frenzy," he fingernails became immensely sharper, and with her might, she smashed the blade.
Coming in from behind her, her brother had grabbed her legs, tossed her up, and as Father punched him, he smiled. "Demon Art Style," he also shown his fangs, "Full Counter," it sent the boy into the air.
On the other hand, Father's hand had shattered, "Why yo-."
Pushing the boy down to land on the ground, the girl had started clawing at Father's flesh, making him raise gaurd. She finished her attack, grabbed his arms, and flung herself backwards.
"I WILL DESTRO-"
The boy and girl stood back to back.
"Brother is it time?"
"Yes it is sister," he took a breathe.
They both said in unison, "Blood Magic-Bonded Bodies," the blood of both the twins began to intertwine. The sister climbed onto the brothers back and was like glued to him, held to him by blood. She went unconscious while the boys magic amplified as well as his physical strength. "Demon Style v2-Gun Style," out his right sleeve, came our a handgun, and out his right came another.
As Grimm laid unconscious in Aryas arms, she stared in amazement, "Gun?"
Running circles around Father, jumping from.random points, the boy had shot at Father.
In retaliation, Father chanted, "Holy Magic-Body Enhancement," his body was covered in magic.
"Perfect," the boy growled. He put the guns away and landed, "We'll be on our way," he turned and went over to the rest of the group, "Blood Magic-Blood Web," the webs grabbed hold of Arya and her allies and pulled them up. The boy leaped tremondasly back and he vanished in the air.
Father Escobar undid his magic. His face boiled in anger. He kicked a random body of one of his men, "Drgh!"
The people of the streets emerged back into the open, to see the destruction their so called 'Father' had protected so well.