'Gri-what?!'
She blew on her bruised knuckles and as soon as she did, a green fire circled around her fist. 'Now, puny hero..! Meet your fate!' she roared then she threw her fist towards him.
Brendan turned and used his heightened speed to run as fast as his two feet could carry him. The Finch however, was in hot pursuit.
'Accept death like your best friend…just like you did before, you scum!' she shouted from behind him.
As he zigzagged around buildings, he managed to throw a hesitant but quick and brief glance over his shoulder and he saw that her fist was still covered in the green flames and she was clearly catching up to him. He ran up the walls of a multi-storey building, thinking this would at least shake her off his tail, but he was wrong. In the split-second that he had reached halfway up the building, he jumped in a backward flip so that when the Finch was below him he went for her throat with his right hand.
The Finch however had something else in mind. She grabbed his wrist using her left hand and threw him right through the window beside her feet. Not wanting to lose momentum and fall from the building, just as soon as she had done this, she turned around and ran through the same broken window.
Brendan lay face down on the floor. Fragments of the shattered window were scattered all around him. He immediately sprung to his feet.
The green flame was still crackling and dancing hungrily on her fist, which was still clenched tight. 'I expected foolishness and deception from Bradwield's hero…but cowardice?!' She was almost chuckling.
'Do I happen to show any signs of fear or retreat?' he asked her, soothing his shoulder at the same time.
'Correct me if I'm wrong but you did just run. Now to me, that is both fear and surrender.' She began examining her fiery fist as if unconsciously. 'It's a shame that I'm going to have to kill you. This fist will definitely accomplish the job; said to have killed many Versatiles in the past.'
'Why are you doing this, Delilah? What purpose is there in exterminating an entire species to solidify superiority? You and I both know that the Supreme Races are more powerful than the humans, and they know it too. There's still a chance for you to stop this. Give up this fantasy of yours and leave Bradwield alone.'
'My love; I would really love to wait and hear your manly and charming voice a little while longer but..,' she stood in her Gwanjundo fighting stance once again, 'It's time I finish this!' Her tone was surprisingly sorrowful but still wicked all the more.
He took two steps forward, 'Not unless I finish it first!' he shouted suddenly as he sprang forward with his heightened speed. He swung his left fist at her face but during this attack, he could swear that the Finch was a lot faster than he was or maybe she had paused time because she had enough to whisper the words, "I love you" to him.
She slapped his fist aside and punched him in the face with her fiery fist, sending him through a window at the far end of the room.
The fire on her fist flickered then finally became dormant. A tear ran down her cheek as she walked towards the window he had smashed through. She looked down from the window frame. It was about forty storeys even from where she stood.
Brendan lay stock-still with his back on the road. His body was almost lodged inside the ground.
She watched his body, which looked puny from where she stood. She slowly wiped the tear from her eye with the back of her hand. 'And now…The burial!' She suddenly jumped from where she stood, targeting Brendan's motionless body.
She slammed into his chest feet first shaking the ground violently. It was like a great earthquake. Most of the ground surrounding the buildings was broken up into pieces and fragments of gravel and a few buildings collapsed on experiencing this impact.
The Finch was still standing on his chest as he lay on the ground with not a movement made. She began to take chunks of the rocks on the ground and bury him. She noticed people beginning to slowly gather around from all directions. She did not stop or even feel distracted in the least. 'Here's your hero, folks,' she said as she continued with her task.
Some people had tears in their eyes. The town had become a wreck. A lot of buildings had collapsed and roads were almost in disrepair.
She tossed the last rock on top of him then she stood up straight. 'At least you put up a fight, my love,' she whispered now standing above his grave. She dusted her hands and turned to the citizens who had now formed a multitude. 'You're brave to show your ugly faces in front of me,' she said threateningly. 'Did you really think that the wisest and most powerful sorceress of all time could be defeated by a mere renegade, over-sympathetic vigilante?' She shook her head in disbelief, an evil grin on her face.
Samantha was in the frontline of the multitude with Simon and Owen beside her and her parents behind.
'Since he's dead, I think it's only fair that I tell you who this clown was, right?' Black flames were beginning to develop on her hands.
The multitude began to slowly back away.
'I'm surprised you did not know who this fool was. A blind idiot would have known in minutes.' She raised one of her fire-engulfed hands. 'Anyway…the moron's name was Br…'
Just then, the rocks which Brendan was buried beneath began to quiver, the shake developing into a wild tremor.
The Finch brought down her arm and turned around. 'What is this?' She was as surprised as everyone else.
The rocks began to tremor more violently. There was a sudden but loud wind as the rocks went flying in different directions, causing the multitude to scream and duck in fear.
The Finch covered her head to protect herself as she ducked. One boulder managed to strike her but it did not injure her in the slightest but it broke into several pieces. She was now covered in dust and she began dusting herself with her hands.
'Look!' One of the spectators shouted. He was pointing towards Brendan's grave.
The Finch's spirit waned and faltered at what she saw. It was way beyond anyone's thoughts, but she had to believe her eyes even if they could deceive.