Grant found himself on the edge of the wall, he could barely breathe, his body wouldn't let him. The chaos around struck him hard. Like a roaring lion it ate at his senses. Grant knew he wasn't the young sprout he used to be. Now blood no longer gives him relief. Instead it reminds him of his humanness, and how death is just around the corner. His mind is rushed with scenes from the past. Horrible tragedies, friends dying within your arms, bodies so numerous you're left with no choice but to line the streets. He could still smell their burning flesh. He could still taste that burnt taste. Grant can't even remember when he couldn't taste it. But now more than ever, the flavor covered his whole tongue. He couldn't help but start to gag. His eyes began to water, as he felt his breath being sucked out of him. His legs buckle, causing his butt to slam into the hard floor. "I should be retired," he grumbled under his rapid breathing. The world began to spin, like an unholy merry go round. The blood from a fallen comrade sprayed onto Grant's face. He could feel his mind begin to tremble, as if threatening to shatter and fall into insanity. Again and again flashbacks, Jewy's death, the disillusion of James's gang, the angel who almost killed him, the countless battle fields he has fought on. Has he gone weak in his old age?
What happened to his fearless self? Why is he struggling now? Magic struck a werewolf beside him. Grant held his ears, squeezing his eyes shut in Panic. He was like a bubble who was stretched too big and about to pop.
"You are fine." He tried to convince himself. "You are fine."
Screams attempted to reach him, but all he could do was hold his ears even tighter. The screams grew louder as someone tried to smack the sense into him. But he sat there oblivious to it all. Still chanting. "You are fine." Then someone picked him up and pushed him off the wall, he fell through the air in astonishment, before hitting the ground. The fall wasn't enough to kill a general rank, the high drop only slightly injured him, if it was not for the fact he landed on his head.
Grant began to drift in and out of reality, he saw the gruesome blood shed, he saw the deep blue sky, he saw a face someone he wanted to return to, it was Jewy, the face of the dead.
Markess awoke his body soaked in sweat. He stood with a strong step, he was marching to the wall.
"Tulesta on elämä, tulesta poissaolo, täytyy nähdä itsensä ja nousta taivaaseen." Markess casted.
A fierce fire ignited beneath him, its mighty up draft defied gravity as it sent him flying into the air. He smoothly landed on the wall. The gruesome scene filled Markess with disgust, it also filled him with glee seeing his favorite scarlet. A woman wearing a leather cloak looked at him in awe.
"It seems I dont have as much magic as I need to kill these rabble, will you lend me your aid?" Markess asked her.
She gave a nod her eyes still locked on the bloody battlefield. Markess found a nearby Lesser werewolf and launched himself at it.
"Minä olen tulen hallitsija, olen liekkien herra, minä olen se, joka sytyttää todellisen tulen." From Markess's hand came a small flame, as small as a quarter. When this fire collided with the bewildered monster, it ignited sucking in air and exploding into a golden sphere devouring the lesser werewolf where it stood. When the fire subsided, the monster was left twitching on the floor, all of its fur burned off, singed from top to bottom.
Leo stood in silence, he could sense what was going on outside. It didn't take a genius to tell they were losing with all the screams for help. Luna seemed to be put on guard, her eyes wide and filled with horror. She muttered a word, but Leo couldn't understand it. Then this time she said it slower with a tear slipping down from her eye, "RUN." He knew what this meant, she wasn't being cowardly, she sensed something he couldn't.
BOOM!
The walls shook as the front door was turned to rubble. They were both knocked to the floor from the blast gasping for air in the dust filled room. "HA, HA, HA," a voice began to laugh. "How pathetic the almighty Saints hand couldn't even put up a fight."
A tall black man standing at six ten walked into the room, the body of the man is that of a professional bodybuilder. He looked at the two of them lying on the floor, and began to laugh once more.
"What losers." He slowly walked up to Luna drawing a sheet from his pocket. "Oh, just a woman, you're not the target. You know what that means, I'm free to kill ya." He lifted up his leg in an overly expressive manner.
Although Luna didn't have good control of her magic, she crudely expelled it from her body explosively shooting her across the room.
"Nasty worm doesn't want to be crushed." He murmured. He saw Leo lying there unconscious. He looked from the paper to Leo and back again. "Damn, still not the target. Oh well, more fun for me."
He slowly walked up to Leo lifting his leg in the same manner as before, just to have an arrow slam into his head, he wobbled on his feet, and then fiercely turned his gaze on to Luna. She jumped back in fright, in her hands is a bow made of magic. This time a scary laugh came from his mouth. "I love a proper fight."
"You crazy bastard, what do you want with kids?" Luna screamed.
The man tilted his head. He began to walk towards her when a hand grabbed his leg.
His vengeful face looked down onto Leo who was gripping him with all his might.
"Another bug to squash." He snickered.
The man lifted up his other foot, and stomped down colliding with Leo's chest, his ribs unable to withstand the force pushed into his lungs which popped like a balloon, Leo's heart smashed together with the heel sinking into a rough soup. Leo let out a gasp before falling still blood rushing from his mouth.
Luna shrieked tears filling her eyes. To her in this moment, she felt death was a sertanty. The man in front of her was just too strong. Luna was left with so many regrets. Her whole body began to tremble as she started to sob.
"You're no fun." He again started walking towards her with a bummed expression plastering his face. "I suppose it's about time I find the target." Even with him saying this he showed no sign of speeding up, only briskly walking towards the sobbing Luna.
"Well then, that hurts." A voice came from behind him.
The man shivers as he turns around, the man he just killed was standing, with a collapsed chest, and a deadpan expression on his face.
"The fuck, how are you alive?" He asked finley showing interest.
For a second a minute frown came on Raphael's face.
"You're alive?" Luna looked on in confusion. .
Ununderstandable and uncontrollable fear rushed over her, somehow she knew whoever that was standing in front of her was not the same as before.
The man walked up to Raphael in a menacing fashion he stopped before him eyes narrowed.
"You don't smell like an undead?" He questioned.
The very word undead broke Raphael's deadpan face, it was only natural for angels to hate undead, it was grinded into their very being, as much as they despise demons they deplore undead. Undead are the most unnatural beings of all. Raphael dusted himself off as if he felt gross.
He grabbed the man's hand, and attempted to do a shoulder throw. But he was just too big and wouldn't budge. The whole point of throws is to bridge the weight gap, yet Raphael couldn't, no matter how much force he added throw him.
The man snickered. "I get it you're a monster, there goes my curiosity. Just another ant." The man pulled back his fist and hit Raphael straight in the face sending him smashing through the wall.
Luna looked on in horror, her eyes shook in fear. Luna tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't listen. As the man approached a pool developed beneath her. The smell made the man turn away in disgust. He swiveled his head to the stairs as if she wasn't worth the trouble. Luna completely froze, she knew it was her job, no, her duty to protect the students who would be the next generation, but she couldn't. The sight of the man stepping through Leo's chest is still burned into her eyes. "Weren't we supposed to be strong?" she asked herself, "but compared to that man we might as well be bugs." She could tell through his slow movements that the man was holding back. Someone of his strength would have been hard for her even to track.
The man jumped up the whole flight of stairs with a snort. Luna, who somehow managed to stay sitting, fell to the ground in the fetal position.
Raphael staggered back into the building, his head covered in blood like some facepaint.The attack should have been enough to kill him, if it wasn't for the fact Raphael jumped with it right before impact. If he didn't possess such a great combat sense he would have been completely screwed. With a grunt he picked up Luna and put her on his shoulder.
Raphael began stumbling out of the building when a Boom erupted, shaking the ground. Then footsteps could be heard jumping over the wall. Raphael pushed himself harder, if someone were to see this they would think how pitiful he was. This hurt his pride a bit but he continued. He could sense the enemy was retreating, and also sensed a furious power rushing towards the city at an incomprehensible speed.
Luna didn't know when but she passed out. She looked at the man who was carrying her like a sack of potatoes. The whole depth of the situation slipped her mind. If it wasn't for those who began to pile up corpses she would have truly made a fool of herself. Her mind slowed down to a standstill, the sight of Leo getting his chest stomped through reappeared in her head. A question seeped in, "who is this man," the very man just hours earlier she was mocking.
She looked up from the man and on to the once glorious wall now filled with many chips and scratches. What still boggled her is why didn't the enemy take the city. She had a feeling it wasn't possible that the enemy would just run. The only teachers who survived were some of the elites, those who have seen more than one battlefield, yet the man who ate at her sanity could have probably wiped them out alone. A droplet of rain fell on her head, this was a sign of the coming torrent.
A hooded figure appeared in front of the gate, everyone reacted as expected, razing their tattered weapons and dawning their destroyed armor.
The figure dropped to his knees screaming. "I'll kill them, I'll kill them all." The voice was recognizable to the whole crowd.Still it shocked most seeing the normally level headed Saints Hand freak out.
"Åh, store mægtige Amish, giv disse ydmyge tjenere noget af din nåde, helbred dem, der ikke kan redde sig selv." Saints Hand casted.
A golden ring appeared above the entire city, from above rays of light shot down hitting into every living being. One by one they all returned to peak condition. Such a powerful spell put a lot of strain on his body, but he has long since cared.
Before Luna's very eyes Raphael's chest put itself back together, first came the bone, then the veins, muscles, and tendons, finally the skin stitched itself..
"Miss, It appears I'm out of time." Leo informed, setting Luna down.
Almost immediately after, he collapsed into Luna's arms unconscious. Luna held him dumbstruck.
Zengo Nevada marched to Saints hand with a terrifying grimace on his face. To oppose this Markess walked over to Luna with a completely relaxed expression.
"That man you're holding, is he alive?" He asked briskly.
She stumbled in her thoughts trying to find a single word to say, but she ended up just standing there with a dumb look on her face. The battle was fierce and it left her mind in utter disrepair. Unable to get the gruesome scene out of her mind, she tried her best to think of something else but it always led her back to the man she was carrying. He was a complete mystery and not in a good way, he scares her. Yet she can't figure out why she is unable to stop thinking of him.
Markess takes a step back afraid of the intimidating glare she was giving. Markess could tell by the fact Leo was breathing, that he, in fact, was alive. So Markess decided to take a strategic retreat returning to help fetch the corpses.
Luna looked down, and saw in horror eyes watching her back, she screamed and dropped him to the floor.
"Fuck." Leo groaned.
She looked down in curiosity. "Are you okay?" Luna asked.
He sat up. "Am I okay? You're the one who dropped me." Leo grumbled. And then he saw the destruction. It lit a flame inside of him. Jumping to his feet he sprinted to the dorms. Entering the rubble filled entrance Leo slowed to a crawl. He could remember being stomped on, the pure agony he was in, and then it went black. Now wasn't the time for this. He slaps his cheeks forcing himself to push forward. Skipping every second step he ran up the stairs. He could see it at the first glance a door was broken in. With innocent steps he stumbled, almost fell to the door. It was room 206, Williams room. When Leo entered the whole thing was destroyed, with Lance lying face first on the floor, and the hole in the wall told the complete story.
Zengo grabbed Saints Hand by his shirt, pulling the old man onto his toes.
"Where the hell were you?!" He screamed with the fury of the dead.
"Me." Saints Hand said in a dead monotone voice. "I was on an important mission." He leaned into Zengos ear. "We killed some of the demon worshipers." Saints Hand whispered.
Zengo looked a bit confused.
"We, as in?" He asked.
"The high counsel." He breathed those words with the grace of a conductor.
Zengo still looked mad but he understood that rejecting an order from the high counsel is like giving up one of the most important seats in the world. Most people haven't even heard of the high council, but their power is so great that Saints Hand could easily be kicked out without backlash.
"Who was it? Who was the bastard who did this?" Saints Hand beckoned for any answer.
"That is also what I would like to know, these disgusting people must have known you would be gone."
This got Saints Hand wondering. He encountered a man before he got here, they were equally matched, something he doesn't see often. His group had a name but Saints Hand didn't care enough at the time to remember.
Markess walked over with a proud, arrogant face.
"Saints hand old friend, those guys were really tough." Markess said as he bowed.
Saints hand grimaced. "Markess, stop pretending," he rubbed his face in exasperation, "you're not very good at it. Grant wouldn't bow even if I beat out his knees."
This caught Zengo off guard.
"Markess? Are you possessing Grant like a ghost?" Zengo asked.
"I'm honored that you think I have such power, you see Grant and I are the same person. He is me and I am him. I'm growing to believe that I am what you guys call the price for spells."