''Ovia?''
Aalish calls out with a quiet voice
The dust that got lifted up by Ovia hitting the ground is slowly going down.
''Hey, Ovia!''
Direct hit, she didn't even try to catch herself. Nor is she trying to get up.
The warrior that kicked Ovia into the ground jumps out of the hole and lands on the ground.
''Ovia what are you doing!? Get up! Run, hide, fight! It doesn't matter just do something!!''
She isn't responding.
The warrior in front of me still has eyes on me. He could attack any moment, knowing that I still look above his shoulder to see what's happening. He could strike anytime. Is he not doing it because he still doubts that I'm able to attack him?
''Ovia move!!''
Aalish screams while his voice breaks.
''Ahh, I have to get to her…''
My hands hurt, they hurt so much… I can see the outlines where the bones broke next to my elbow, and every time I look at my wrist it makes me want to cry for help. I can see the bones through the ripped flesh. I want to scream…
Aalish grabs onto Arna with his left hand and starts running toward the warrior.
I've always been bad at Ectoplasma manipulation. Not understanding it or being confused by it made me angry, to fix that flaw I trained my body, I trained every day. But I don't have a gift to be able to get strong without Ectoplasma. If I wanted to get stronger, I had to use Ectoplasma, I could do spells perfectly since you don't need manipulation for them. But it's different for techniques, attacks, and style.
He runs toward the warrior.
Slothful, I was slothful. Not wanting or not caring about manipulation was just an excuse for being lazy. I gave up.
If I fall, can I pick myself back up?
Aalish's silent steps approach the all-black warrior.
Expand my Ectoplasma, I'll expand it all over my body. To recreate that moment of lightness, that moment of not realizing you've been hit. The moment where some parts of your body are heavy as iron weights and others as light as a leaf flowing on a river stream.
That is what I want to feel when I cut him down.
My hands and legs get heavy with everything else turning light. Even though my eyes are closed I can still tell where everything is.
A flow, a flow of a river.
''Everything is slow and calm. I can act faster and smother him.''
As my sword gets closer to him, I can feel my heavy body parts turn hot, burning hot.
Even though my Ectoplasma flows like a river, I am still fire.
With the patience of no one,
And with hard work of fraud,
I make myself as safe as possible,
With no sound and no movement,
My blade cuts with these slothful hands.
'' IGNAVIA!!!''
With his blade touching the target, a stream of flames shaped like a river flow all around them from his sword. His flames burn the jacket from before. As well as they burn the target.
The sword cuts deep,
It cuts deep with ease. The sword flows through his body.
Knowing that he could cut him in half and end his life crosses his mind.
''Not there yet.''
That is what he thought to himself while closing his eyes. The sight is unpleasant, but that's what's going to keep happening. Even if he would try to avoid it, the path that he's walking will force him not to spare.
The beautiful flames start to slowly disappear with the fire.
His blade finally, cuts down the warrior.
''Aaghh.''
The warrior's burning body hits the ground. Making a hard ''thud''. His body is surrounded by purple electricity while his body shakes from the damage he took.
It's shaking?
Aalish's breathing becomes heavier.
His right hand is covered with running blood from the moment his blade touched him.
'He looks at the second warrior that's standing next to an unmoving Ovia.
Covered in blood he thinks to himself.
Once again!
He gets in position.
''IGNAV- Agh''
Just as he's about to charge again, the pain and injuries from before affect him. He falls on his knees and throws up some blood.
He tries to get up with the help of his sword.
''Hey, kid. What is that sword?''
A cold voice reaches his ears once again., but this time it's a younger one.
A sword that looks like it's been forged in the Other Outside, a fine black handle, deep crimson red blade with snakes engraved in it… The snakes move? And change into other images/things? Its length is about ninety-nine centimeters from what I can see from here and a width of twelve centimeters, but the guard is something else it's all dark-black and rusty looking making it beautiful next to the blade. Is it an AnimaNata? A sword with its own soul.
Aalish lets out a sigh.
''If I tell you, would you kindly let us go?''
He asks while getting back on his two feet.
''You guys look suspicious enough, you attacked us for no reason. What do you think?''
Of course, I had a reason. If Ovia would be found next to that body, she would have been taken to the center. Keeping in mind that Yota said not to get into any trouble. Even if we tried to get out of this situation by talking, Amaryllis' warriors are not the ones to talk. Getting involved with them is bad, they are the current special forces of the Leto district.
''Yeah, I guess you wouldn't,''
Aalish tells him with a nervous brief smile.