Brandon didn't know when, and he didn't know why. All he knew was that he was outside the ship, high above the sky. And the next thing he knew was that he had been slammed into the top deck. The daemon was right across from him. Four mouths appeared on its body, each saying one word with a hoarse and chilling voice.
[Not]
[Worth]
[My]
[Time]
The fist smashed into his face sending him flying. Using, this chance, Brandon pressed his red x, turning round to block the daemon's punch again. Brandon grit his teeth as he felt the punch rattling his bones. Brandon crashed into the top deck again, spitting out blood. Brandon shook as he got up to her feet barely standing. The daemon tilted his head, a smile appearing on its shoulder.
[Wanna go again]
Brandon wiped the blood of his mouth, spitting more out. "Buzz off."
The daemon laughed, rushing ahead. Brandon braced himself ready to take the daemon. Brandon slammed through the top deck floor and back into the middle deck, his eyes wide open in confusion. Just as it was about to punch Brandon's face in, a boat came crashing through, hitting the daemon. Frank jumped in and followed up the attack, kicking the daemon in the face and flipping back, dragging Brandon to Rachel's side. The passengers had long gone to the lower decks.
"Fra...Frank?"
"I'm surprised that you guys are still alive." Frank said, "Well, except for him."
Frank tossed the barely conscious Brandon to Rachel.
"Frank, its a sin."
"Really?" Frank raised his brow. "That's just depressing."
The daemon shook his head in utter disappointment, angry that a new face had taken his prey. Its fist clenched until black blood began to bleed from his palms, and the veins popped up all over its body.
"Heh." Frank laughed. Frank took the nearest floor board and threw it at the daemon. The daemon blocked it, catching Frank's left leg. Frank kicked the daemon in the head with his other leg, freeing himself. Landing right beneath the daemon, he punched the daemon in the groin, following it with an uppercut to it chin. The daemon caught Frank's other arm, lifting him high in the air and slamming him into the ground.
"FRANK WATCH OUT!" Brandon cried.
A barrage of attacks were done on Frank, leaving him tattered on the ground. Hovering its palm over Frank, as Rachel and Brandon rushed to stop it, a hole formed in Frank's chest. The two recruits stopped, horrified yet again.
But the horror was not yet over.
Frank stood up to his feet, as if not fazed by the attack, as if not minding the attack, only staring at the daemon. Pulling his arm back, Frank punched the daemon in the chest. The daemon stepped back and returned the favor, ripping another hole through Frank's torso. Frank staggered back, looking at the hole for a while before staring at the daemon with a grin.
"That all you got?" Frank taunted. Rachel kicked the daemon in the face, flipping backwards and sending a wave of fire at the daemon. Brandon grabbed her and pulled her backwards as the floorboards right in front of her disappeared. Frank punched the daemon in the waist and followed it up with an uppercut to the chin again, kicking the daemon back before jumping back himself. He proceeded to rush in again only to see his arm on the floor, from the shoulder to the elbow completely gone. Grunting, Frank picked up his torn arm and threw it at the daemon. Instantly a mouth appeared on its body and the arm disappeared.
"Huh." Frank said, irritated. Too bad he had left his hammer. This would have been a lot less difficult without it. Escaping was pointless. It was obvious that it was only keeping them alive because it wanted to toy with them, trying to find some semblance of enjoyment from them. Once it got bored with them, the people in the ship would be gone within seconds.
Frank walked backwards towards the wall. Ripping of a part of the wall, he threw it at the daemon. The daemon didn't dodge, making Rachel's double kick much more effect. She flipped over the daemon and stamped her foot in the ground, channeling flames through the ground and making it burst in its face. Unfazed, the daemon rushed to grab her face only for Frank to get in the way. Annoyed, the daemon tore of his head and threw it away, turning back to Rachel only for the rest of Frank's body to attack the daemon, kicking it in the abdomen. The daemon grunted, picking up the body and slamming it on the floor. It began to stomp on the Frank's body over and over again.
Rachel was in the air, waiting for a chance to strike. Her entire body was shaking, but she knew that she shouldn't let her fears overcome her. She needed to remember everything that Kanon taught her. Brandon was still weakened, but alert. The daemon wasn't concentrated on either of them. James was dead. Frank was...All that they needed to do now was to focus on a way to stall for time until an inquisitor or a Prime came to their...
The daemon was above her. When and how she didn't know. She swiftly flew to the other side as the daemon slammed downward. She span round and whipped to waves of fire at it, but the daemon didn't even flinch, walking towards her. She escaped through the hole, with the daemon hot on her tail.
Brandon tried to stand, fell right back down. Was there really nothing he could do? He had to do something, he had to. Two inquisitors couldn't die in front of him without any repercussions. He was going to kill that daemon.
"Can...hear me."
Brandon quickly removed the red x of his uniform.
"This is Brandon Pratt! There is a high ranked daemon here. I repeat...there's a..."
"I know. Rachel told me." The voice on the other end said. Brandon then recognized the voice. It was Klaus Alderwolf. A wave of relief washed over him. They could beat the daemon now.
"Are you fighting the daemon now?" He asked.
"No. Rachel is, but I don't know for how long."
There was a long pause. "Currently my position is too far from yours to reach you. By the time I reach there, you'll be dead."
Brandon swallowed hard.
"So I'm giving you two options. Wait for me to come or become a puppet. I warn you that having my blood in you will have some long lasting consequences on you."
Brandon didn't understand a word Prime Klaus had just said but at that moment, he didn't care.
"I'll do it!" Brandon said. "I'll do whatever it takes."
"Good."
Instantly, Brandon felt a painful jab on his neck. He felt blood leak into his body, flowing through every part of his body, the veins on his body popping up. His body wasn't his own now. It was Klaus'. With his nunchunks in his hand, Brandon leapt to the top deck.