Stopping his blade with the ice, he kicks Raven away. "Raven!" Not having a second to look at him, I barely stop the blade from cutting me in half. "I'm fine! Don't worry! I'll take care of the other guys!"
"What other guys!?" I yell, but feeling a bullet fly through the hair next to my ear, I curse. "Never mind!"
Making eye contact with the masked man, I look over his stance.
[Fencer] Thin blade and prioritizes stabs..... but..... Throwing a chair at him, he easily cuts it in half. His cutting power can still easily cut me in half! I'm a normal Human! I don't have any Sephs like Raven or a genetic mutation like Marie had!
If anything.... even back then I was the weakest at our dojo.....
Getting lost in my thoughts, I miss the flash of light reflecting from a second, shorter sword. Stopping the Rapier with my blade, I feel something sharp enter my stomach.
Feeling a metallic taste in my mouth, I see a short sword stuck in my belly.
Taking a knee, I push him away. "Second blade....."
Getting a nod from him, I can imagine the wicked smile the golden mask hides. "Peter.... right?" Not saying anything, he uses his bloody gloves to wipe his blades.
Stumbling on my feet, I wonder if I can defeat him. No, defeating him is impossible for me...
Charging me, I barely manage to strike his blade from my body. Lifting his blade high, he brings it down on me. Stopping it with the ice blade, I can feel the force move through my whole body to the ground.
Shattering the concrete floor, I support the blade with my shoulders.
"Aren't you a resident bastard? Die like the dog and your dojo was!" Grabbing his rapier with both hands he swings down with full force.
But the second he does, a smile forms on my face. While I was supporting the blade with my shoulders, my hand was holding onto the short sword on my stomach.
Pulling it out, Like I'm unsheathing a sword, The white pearly eyes go wide behind the mask.
The sword digs into his hand. Tensing all my muscles, I yell. "JUMPING WOLF!"
Using the sword like a pull-up bar, I pull myself out of harm's way. Moving my whole body in a spinning motion, the sheer weight of it all on the edge of the blade helps me cut through his hard bones.
Cutting away his right hand, I fell to my knees. Using the ice blade as support, I heard.
"GHAA!" Not needing to see it, I hear Peter scream in pain at his arm being severed.
"WHY! Why can't you just die and accept your fate?" Getting up to face him, I take shallow weak breaths.
"Certain fool told me, "As long as air fills your lungs, you can do anything!" Taking a step with my mangled body, I see his eyes fill with rage.
Making a ball of flame, Peter shows his cut-off hand into the flame to burn it shut. Crying out in pain, he grabs the blade with his left hand and faces me.
Raising the sword of ice above my head, I wait for him to come closer. But this time, I look around at my surroundings, but my wounds..... they're too great. As I tense my muscles, I can feel something move in my stomach.
Losing my balance slightly, Peter takes this as an opportunity to charge.
*Splurt*
...
Ella felt bad about leaving Ken behind, but she doesn't know anything. Not to mention she's got nothing to do with them. Right?
Looking at her reflection in a hall mirror. She sees the uniform she's wearing and remembers what her dad said when she was young.
"The green shoulder is the pride of the slums."
Where the law doesn't see, these people took up arms to protect their homes and peace. They didn't do it because they wanted to, they did it because it's the right thing to do. They know they will likely die trying to go against the crime lords, but if it means that their dead will save a single innocent life.... they're ready.
Grabbing the pad, she curses. "Why, why are you making me see this?" Looking at her reflection she sees the future she wanted to be. Like her dad before a volunteer serving the people doing the right thing!
So..... Why do I feel so wrong? Hearing the sounds of fighting, behind her. Her legs start to shake. "Why?"
Her legs are screaming to go back, but her mind... it wants to run.. leave this all behind! And live a normal life without the risk of death!
"SO WHY AM I RUNNING BACK?!" Her legs don't listen, nor does her body. She grabs a halberd with a riot shield and kicks down the door to the execution room. Looking around she sees Raven just standing there watching.
Following his gaze, she arrives at Ken, who's holding a blade made of ice.
"What are you doing?! We must help him!" Jumping down the aisle, I could hear Raven's surprised voice, yelling at me to not, but my mind was made up.
Running with the shield in front, I plan to catch him by surprise.
*Splurt*
......
I look in horror as I see Ella have the raiper stabbed right through. "How....." Ella whispers as the blade is ripped out of her body. "Just what I needed." Peter laughs, as Ella falls to the floor.
Kicking Ella away, I can see the ridges and crannies on his golden mask be filled with blood.
Starting to laugh like crazy, he yells.
"I offer this to the lady!" The Surrounding blood gathers and like blades prices his body. Laughing maniacly, I see Raven, jumping to Ella. Running to him, I yell "What's happening!?"
Freezing Ella's wound shut, he replies. "Exactly what I didn't want to happen!"
Grabbing me by the hand Ella cries. "I'm sorry, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Squeezing her hand tightly, I see Raven pull out a stapler. Stapling the wound, he hands me a file with a clear liquid in it.
"Drink it! It's a regenerating adhesive! You will need it to fight Peter!" But instead of listening to Raven, I pour it down Ella's throat. "Don't worry you won't die!" Giving her half, I stop and chug the rest.
"That's not what I meant! Half of it is not gonna fix you back to a fighting condition!" Angry with me, I just give him a smile. "I always fought in my best shape, but now. I can't leave Ella hear suffering can I?"
Clicking his tongue. We see the ceiling collapse under the pressure that's coming out of Peter's body
As the blood covers Peter's whole body, it explodes splashing blood everywhere.
Tall and muscluer, his giant body to his small head still covered in a golden mask, make me shiver. His severed hand is now prolonged into a blade-like shape.
Running next to me, Raven forms a spear of ice. "Golden Peter, The Bloody Blade!"