It was just a regular apartment. Tom saw nothing special about it. The pretty red-haired girl looked very anxious though, when she rushed inside it. Tom could sense there was something special inside the apartment. Whatever it is the girl was looking for, she seemed pretty concerned about it. If it was a treasure, he would take it. If it was a secret, he would know. If it was something dangerous, he would burn it! Tom walked in as silent as a moth. Steps as soft as a kitten’s. He heard voices. Names… Mikkish, Joe… Who were those people? Tom had absolutely no idea. He followed the voices. They were not so loud as to denounce their presence to the whole neighbourhood, but they were there, and Tom knew how to listen. He saw open doors. He went through them. More voices. He needed to be as quiet as possible. He wondered if he could conceal his presence even more, with spells Magi would teach him in the Academy. He momentarily regretted wandering around on his own, with such little knowledge as he had. He had sneaked inside a thousand places before, but this was different. What if those people have guns? Kalashnikovs as great as some of the people around the island exhibited in their inventory. Wands or spells as powerful as to make his fire vanish in a split second? Suddenly a sound in the distance attracted his attention. “W-What the...!?” Said a male voice in an echo which seemed to Tom between a man and a boy. He followed the origin of the voice. From that point on, there was no turning back. He approached the door. Inside he saw a blond, bulk guy in dark jeans, a boy with brown straight hair, a girl with an orange hair and white shirt, and finally the red-haired girl he had seen enter the apartment. “So many people”. He thought. “Something definitely is going on here”. He suddenly felt his Ace heating up again. This time it was burning with even more warmth than it had when he was walking by the church’s ashes. He drew the card out to try to soothe it. It had sensed magic in the air. As he tried to put the card in his pocket, it did something it had never done before: it produced fire. WOOOSH! Small green flames sprouted towards the room, fading as soon as they had come out, making a completely unnecessary show. There was no need for Tom to hide anymore; he had been completely exposed. “Uhmm… hello, I guess…” Was all that he could say.
I turned and glared at Mikkish. "What did you say?!" I asked angrily, I could ignore the 'gay' comment, because that was just Mikkish being ignorant as always... but working with a killer...!? "Mikkish out of all of the harebrained schemes that you've come up with, this has got to be the worst! He's killed people! We aren't going to work with him! We're going to bring him to justice! Furthermore, if you had actually paid attention to your surroundings instead of being so self abs-!" I stopped mid-sentence as a green light lit up the room. I turned around quickly ready to attack. I looked at the newcomer warily. He looked laid back... I didn't get the 'serial killer' vibe off of him, but I could be wrong... "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked, I knew that if no chains appeared, the guy was clean, but if he was lying... well... it appeared we had our killer.
"The Templar is a religious mass killer. Perfect for dealing with a demon. Also-" Mikkish stopped when he saw the thin, pale young man enter the room. They didn't know him or why he was there. This must be the Templar. "Hey man, we know who you are and what you've been doing. You're surrounded and outnumbered here. All you have on us is your high tech weapons if that. We can dodge a big mess right now if you agree to a deal." Mikkish said to the guy who shot green flames, likely just one of his many holy high tech weapons.
He was trapped. For the first time in his life, Tom found himself in a situation he could not simply sneak out of. "High tech weapons... what were they talking about?" He thought. "We know who you are..." Did they really though? Does everyone in the island know everything about newcomers of the Academy? Probably not. He could still invent any lie about himself and he would be out of there in no time. Unharmed. He somehow felt he needed to tell the truth, though. He felt that the odd astonished group in front of him would know if he tried to make something up. "This is a misunderstanding." He said. "I admit I was following you guys in this basement, but it was all out of curiosity."He continued. It was the honest truth. But would they believe him? "Sorry for the confusion, my name is Tom. Tom Kyle. I just got here in the island." He said as he scratched his already uncombed hair.
"He's telling the truth." I said as soon as he was finished, relaxing. "No chains." I said, nodding. "It's nice to meet you, Tom, but this isn't the safest place to be, it's a serial killer's hideout." I said. "Oh, speaking of which..." I said, I turned back to Mikkish. "Just because he has high tech weapons and is a religious whack job does not mean that he has a specialty in demon killing, he has one in mage killing. If you had listened to me before, you'd know that all of us fit most of the criteria he uses to choose his victims! I fit each category!" I said, I wouldn't say that I was troubled, however, with the news about us being involved in the death of one of our friends, that boosted me up to 'Troubled' in the public's eye, and that's all the killer will care about in the end. "He'd sooner see us all dead than work with us." I said.
Mikkish looked this Tom up and down "Bullshit. You're saying you just...followed us down here, not knowing us, simply out of curiosity?" Mikkish ignored the fact that he did that kind of thing himself all the time "And shut up, Joe. What fucking chains? The Templars don't only kill mages." Before Mikkish continued, the front door of the apartment slammed shut on its own and locked. Not only that, but suddenly, the air felt colder, the energy of everyone in the room sank slightly. Any traces of Joe's verum dissipated. The card Tom carried lost its heat. All magic was disabled. Save for any weapons the group brought in or any martial arts any of them knew, they group was defenseless. "That's right. We don't only kill mages, but I think we both know I'm not working with you." Came a voice, as a man had crept silently out of the hallway, taking the group by surprise. His face looked like one of a healthy man in his 40s. His black hair was turning gray from the roots, but his 5-o-clock shadow remained completely black. One might have expected that the eyes of such a killer might pierce into their very souls, but his grey eyes seemed more concerned and reluctant than wrathful. While his head and face were exposed, he wore what looked like high tech armor from a sci fi movie. Not too bulky, it seemed rather light, but it was definitely durable. This armor covered his whole body below his neck, and he carried an unusual looking pistol in his right grip, raised to the group, while he switched his aim from person to person. Despite that they were obviously all in a predicament, Mikkish cleared his throat. "Look man, if you start shooting us, we will just rush you, and shove that pistol up your ass. There's a demon with a really big dick-uh-I mean a demon out acting like a really big dick. I would think you'd rather get rid of him than take us out." "Are you kidding me? This demon incident is perfect. Might even do part of my work for me. My comrades will take care of this demon. I'm here for the Progeny. And you all fit the description...."
"Progeny...?" I muttered, the person that they're trying to kill, no doubt. I knew that I wouldn't stand a chance in this fight... I had already wasted all of my energy, it was taking concentration to continue even standing. I also knew that even if this strange power of mine could break through whatever was disabling the magic around us, I couldn't do anything. He had basically admitted he was the killer just by his demeanor and how he was acting. I didn't have a weapon, and I didn't know how to fight with my bare hands, and while he looked reluctant to do this, I doubted that he'd listen to reason. He killed twenty people for his order, he would and will kill more to appease his order. So... I did the only thing I could do. I stepped forward and spread my arms out. "If you want to harm my friends, you'll have to get through me first, and I will fight to the very last breath, not only for my friends, but for all the people that you butchered in the name of your mad order!" I announced, doing my best to hide the exhaustion that I felt, glaring coldly at the murderer before me. I knew that no one knew where we were. We had no magic... we had no weapons... we were doomed... this man's objective was to kill each and every last one of us. But, if I could buy them even a single second to find a way out of this mess, I'd gladly pay my life for that second... I may have been angry with Mikkish, but that didn't mean that I wanted him to die, nor the two newcomers that had unfortunately gotten tangled up into our business. "How can you even live with yourself... taking not only one life, but twenty!? You even made them suffer, you desecrated their bodies, you mutilated them, you made them into deplorable spectacles! That's unforgivable! I'll make you pay for your sins!" I shouted, my voice cracking a little as I remembered the bodies of the victims... I'd soon be just like them... With that... I charged forward, knowing that I was undoubtedly going to die. "Everyone... please survive!" I thought.
Without even a smirk, the Templar quickly aimed and shot Joe's right kneecap before Joe could even reach the Templar. He then raised his gun to the rest of the group. "Anyone else?" He asked, clearly not prepared for this situation, despite that he had the upper hand. Then suddenly, fear seemed to rush over him. "Shit. The blessing. You bastards, now I'm no longer safe!" The Templar prepared to fire upon the group, starting with Tom, but Mikkish rushed him just like Joe had, swinging a fist at the Templar's jaw, but his punch was blocked. The power armor the Templar wore enhanced his strength, and he grabbed Mikkish by the neck, throwing him across the room. Mikkish landed on the desk, breaking it, and before Mikkish could get up to retaliate, the Templars fired two bullets into his left foot, resulting in an angry cry from Mikkish.
Hikaru could only get a glimpse of the person who revealed himself or herself, she couldn't tell Suddenly all begun to lost meaning or significance or even form. Oxygen escaped from her body, she felt as her wounds reopened. She tried to resist her own body’s surrender but the will could not. With a strong thud, her body collapsed, not too much blood flew from her body. As the girl did not faint from the wounds neither the lack of oxygen, all that was no more than a coincidence of what made her collapse. She slowly fell how life was trying to escape from her…. Yet that made no sense at all. Her eyes closed, as if the last remain of strength she conserved had suddenly vanished.
I fell forward and rolled a few times. I glanced at my bloody knee as I came to a stop a few feet away from the Templar. I wished that I could use some healing magic to try and begin to seal the wound or deaden the pain. However, that was an impossibility. No time to focus on those. My friends needed me. I got back onto my feet and charged forward again. The adrenaline deadening the pain. I felt strangely... calm. I knew I was going to die. I accepted it. I knew that there was no way that I was going to harm this man in any significant way. After all, he had just thrown Mikkish like a rag doll across the room, I was strong, but not that strong. "This blessing of his... what does that mean...?" I wondered as I ran. "Oh well... not important for me... but I hope the others will make note of it for the future... I hope someone can help Hikaru... she really doesn't deserve to die." I thought, I knew my mind should be in a whirl, telling me to run away from the killer... use one of my friends as a shield... or try to go for the door... but... I already resigned myself to my fate, I wasn't afraid. I was more sad than anything, I was going to leave people behind, I didn't want to make them sad... but I was going to die, and there was nothing that was going to change that fact. So... with all of my strength, what little there was left. I leaped into the air, angling my head at the Templar's chest, covering my head with my arms to protect it from the armor which would likely crack my skull open if it hit it without protection... I hoped to knock him over... I prayed to knock him over and to allow my friends to escape to whatever deity took pity upon this world and these pitiful humans present in this room dedicated to a sick man's twisted deeds.
The Templar scoffed, and sent his armored knee flying up into Joe's face, following it up with a roundhouse kick that swept, knocking back not only Joe but anyone else close to him. "You made the wrong choice. All of you! You brought this on yourselves." He said shooting at whoever was still standing, starting with Rue. He fired one at her shoulder and one at her chest. Despite his near victory over the mages, however, he waz clearly going into a panic.
Tom could not believe his eyes. It all happened too quickly. Too quickly for him to distinguish reality from one of his videogames or dreams. The crazy old guy which had shown up really intended to shoot him. He had not even hesitated. Tom was helpless. Were it not for the show of bravery from the others, Tom would be a dead man. And what would prevent him from still becoming one? He watched as the others fell around him. They were all trying to survive. They were all trying to protect each other. Tom tried to shake away his shock. But he couldn't, he was paralysed. His Ace of spades was numb. He tried to summon fire, but nothing happened. He could only watch. Watch as the pretty red-haired girl fell unconscious on the floor. Watch as the murderer mercilessly shot at everyone in the room. What would he do? He had no physical strength. He barely knew the maniac, or anyone else around him. Suddenly he saw his chance. A coward's choice, but something that would keep him alive. He rushed towards the girl with orange hair, faking a heroic attempt to protect her. The maniac shot. For half a heartbeat, Tom thought he had been shot himself. Fortunately a bullet had only scraped his left leg. He fell on the floor. Silent. Facing the ground. He needed to be a dead man. At least for now. One movement, and his death would cease from being fake.
I heard bones cracking as my nose broke and a few teeth cracked from the Templar's attack... I think a rib or two might've gotten broken. I was winded... I took a few deep gulps of air and slowly got back up. I wasn't going to lie down until I was either dead or everyone else was safe and sound. I rushed forward again. "Leave them alone, focus on me, monster." I said in a voice that was unnaturally calm, which was a bit unnerving due to the blood pouring from my nose, from the corners of my mouth, and a cut along my forehead.
Mareck kept looking around as Joe and what he guessed was that friend he had fought with based on the way they glared at each other ran off and busted into a room. he didn't follow, he didn't want to be a part of their fight, he was just trying to figure out why he got that message. though the gunshots coming from the room did get his attention 'the hell?' he thought, he started walking toward the room, his pistols forming in his hands "Kayik, Take a look" Kayik teleported into the room, hiding up on top of a piece of furniture to stay out of sight. Mareck looked through Kayik's eyes at the sight in the room. there was a guy in techy armor shooting up the place and Joe's friends...and Joe apparently 'well, he did get me here, i guess i should help' he thought he tried the door handle, locked...he shot the lock and kicked the door open and shot at the armored dude aiming for his hand with the gun and at his head, firing twice from each of his pistols.
The battle of the group and the Templar’s rage on for several more minutes. The Templar’s brutality was unlike anything they’d seen since David had been brutalized …..The first David. The second David incident was likely far from over. Well, that or it was rushed and anticlimactic due to laziness BUT that’s a story to be resolved for another time.....as in after this.....probably. Back to the Templar’s brutality! The Templar once again booted Joe in the face of the course of the fight breaking his nose in two places and fired his high powered pistol into Mikkish’s arm sending the boy down, once again they were all sustaining massive injuries once again. A young man kicked down the door beginning to fire rapidly at the Templar, the four bullets even managing to stall Joe's untimely demise. The combat finally stopped dead before the Templar could perform any finishing blows on his down opponent…..the only thing that prevented him from committing another murder was that the dammed lights began flicking on and off.....on.....and .....off.....and.....off. The rotten smell of moldy cheese and sulfur filled the nostrils of everyone, the only light now coming from the magic negation field and in the darkest, most dim cobweb section of the room there was the small gleam of sunglasses in the blackness. Deep in the back of the Templar's and the groups mind like the wolf blowing at the houses of the three little pigs, a merry little tune whispered. Children have You ever met the Bogeyman before No, of course You haven't for You're much too good, I'm sure Hush, hush, hush, here comes the Bogeyman, Don't let him come too close to You, he'll catch you if he can. At that exact moment an all to familiar black katana emerged from the darkness, it had been thrown. The damn things carved straight through the Templar’s defense like butter. The figure in the darkness shifted forward. Its miniature shape crawling on all fours like a snake before leaping to the ceiling like a disjointed Spider-Man. It was HIM! Not redhead, not bluehead and certainly not Tupac. It was Junior, with those disgusting red eyes that burrowed into the souls of all combatants. His disgusting manhood hanging down in front of the passed out Hikaru's face. "Good!" He breathed. "It was most delicious that these primates would locate you! Now I can kill two birds with one stone and save your corpses for a demonic fiesta!" Junior snorted and began quickly moving like a spider towards the Templar whom currently had a blade buried in his stomach. The demon's jaw unhinged like a snake as he pounced, his mouth completely covering the killer's head. It was Junior's shark like fangs that went into this skull that started up the screaming, blood in mass amount pouring on to the floor. That fucking THING was EATING. Junior did not try to hide this as he made pleasant sounds of gulping and chewing, collapsing on to the Templar’s body, amazingly enough the bastard continued to fight against the demon and the group firing his pistol in every direction attempting to free himself. Four foot Junior resembled the Tasmanian devil picking apart a piece of chicken, the damaged magic negation began to decrease in size. The Demon stood from taking in his meal spitting a piece of brain on to Rue's face. He flashed his wide grin at injured at the students. "That.....really hit the fucking spot ya know?" Junior giggled. "Ya know? I can see why Davey boy ate up them fingers." Junior twirled his blade in his hands. "I know this seems like a reaaaaal sudden FUCKING interruption but .....after I let you all go, I thought that was pretty stupid." He sighed. "If I'm going to commit mass genocide upon the entire planet, then well can't go leaving the heroes alive!" Junior looked at Mikkish. "......Heroish...." He then took a brief glance at the Templar. "Well its all semantics really. Who wants to die first!?"
I rose to my feet once more and watched the site before me in disgust. "...Hey, Mikkish, what did you say about the Templar being able to help us with our demon problem?" I asked, a hint of annoyance edged in my voice. "I'd like you to reconsider that idea right about now." I said, I felt my access to magic forming once more... I knew I had little magical power at this point... but what little I could contribute could help a lot...! Light magic, it would be effective against demons, right? "Hey, I'm up first, I'd think." I said, a cold smile on my face, I held no illusion, I was still likely to die, however... I had a much larger edge than I had before! I couldn't let this opportunity escape me. If I could hold him off for a few minutes and allow the others to escape... then it'd be worth it. "I'll make you pay for killing David, and having all of those students killed!" I said, I didn't waste energy on attempting to heal myself, I knew it'd be fruitless in the end, I'd just be staving off the inevitable! A silvery white aura began to emanate from me. "Even if you kill me, I'll make sure that it's a real pain to do it!" I said, even at that moment I could feel my wounds worsening, tearing open more and more, I was at my limit, any magic that I did from now on would eat at my own body, as I fought, I'd grow steadily weaker until either I won or I died, which, could still very well happen if I won.
Mareck was about to charge the armored dude when the light flickered and something killed the guy and had started eating him, some sort of creature thing, and then Joe said something about Templars and a demon. glancing back at the armored dude's corpse he thought 'hmm...so that was a Templar? and was suppose to be helping them? well, that doesn't matter now, but now there's this thing' he looked back toward Joe and the creature. "demon problem?" Mareck said walking up next to Joe "wait, is that suppose to be a demon? that thing's just a gremlin." though if it was a demon his guns probably wouldn't do much more than slow it down, even a lesser demon like this one. so Mareck brought his hands up and bite into each of his wrists letting the blood flow into the guns and onto the bullets, using his magic to empower them. then he pointed the now-enhanced pistols at the demon gremlin thing and fired, thrice, from each one.
Trick of the Light I look towards Joe seeing him starting to glow some funky silvery color. Guess he means business. I look to him quietly and try to talk with him using my telepathy. I hoped it would work at least. "Hey Joe. I hope you don't mind looking a bit more menacing do you? Maybe we can scare this guy away before he murders anyone else." I heard Rue's voice, but I didn't look towards her, afraid that if I did, it might give away what was happening between the two of us. "Let's hope that he can even be intimidated. Let's do it." I thought. If anything, it'd at least shock him and it might open up a way to attack him. "Alrighty then. Prepare to look badass." I say telepathically. I concentrate my illusionary magic around Joe as his wounds look like they dissapear. From his back unfolds a silvery pair of wings and a scythe of the same silvery color appears in his hand. "An angel, eh? I can definitely work with this." I thought. "Fear me demon! I shall be your end!" I said, I launched myself forward quickly, using every last ounce of strength I had to push out as much light energy as I could to try and hold the illusion that I had either been an angel the entire time, or that I was a very talented light mage. "Rue, the feathers!" I thought as I noticed a few falling away behind me, I concentrated on those points into becoming needles of light energy, ready to fire at Junior. "Got it!" I say telepathically as I struggled to focus the feather illusions to shoot out towards Junior.
Fireflies descended in the sky. The night was calm, and there was a sweet scent of daffodils and barbaque in the air. "No." Thought Tom. "Boring". "I need entertainment." A whisp of smoke was seen in the distance. The fireflies expanded into different shapes. Some merged, becoming bodies. Human bodies. Burning corpses; falling from the sky, disturbing the night, erasing the smells with their stench. "Is this really what I wanted..." - "Is this really what I was looking for?..." Tom heard a silent voice. A presence. Someone was there. A dull knock to the door of his mind. He had little knowledge of the capability of telepathical powers, a magic entirely different than his own. Reality woke him up with a cold bath. His senses were completely changed. The air suddenly smelled ten times worse than before. The black eyes which had pierced his soul, as a maniac attempted to shoot at him, had been replaced by a red, disgusting glare. He heard different noises, and different screams. Tom momentarily tried to re-piece the events which had brought him into that situation. They were too flashy. They didn't make sense. "I need entertainment." He thought. That was something he constantly searched. That sounded logical to him. He had missed an entire show while taking a nap. Tom was mad. He felt his Ace of Spades warming up in his pocket once again. He ignored it. After it had sprouted green flames, he realized he still had to study the magical item a bit more. What he needed for the moment was the free-style technique which he had tried to polish on his own. He stood up, facing the devilish creature, which had clearly noted his presence by now. He produced a fiery knife, which emerging from his hands, started to float in the air, making complete circles around his body. He produced another. One. Two. Three. Five. Ten. Twenty! It was as if his powers had finally hatched, after being limited to the scaly inside of a shell for years. Thirty-five! He had produced thirty-five knives! He looked towards the creature, bloodshot eyes staring at bloodshot eyes. He stretched out his right arm towards it, and opened his hand. Thirty-five fiery knives flew around the disturbed room. Birds scattering in the air; evading people, things; aiming towards one goal: the demon.
Hikaru’s body suddenly convulsed as she coughed and gasped slowly regaining the capacity to breath. She felt her body numb but slowly trying to recover its strength. Her eyes opened and tried to comprehend the turn of events… Oh…. Is that demon…. Thought without giving too much importance to it, even if she would her body was far too weak to do anything, even if fully recovered, she was far too weak to do something to that thing. Her open wounds felt cold but as soon as blood returned to them she felt an acute pain for each one. Yet that also had no importance for her, she already assumed they would quickly close by itself. Her thoughts at the contrary worked faster than her body and she reached a simple but horrible conclusion as she fainted as soon as their enemy cut the source of magic My body…. Needs magic to work…. What does that even mean? Junior, the Templar, the pain, the situation, everything had little to no importance in front of that fact that felt like a death sentence to her.
Mikkish rose slowly from the pile of shattered wood. It surprised even him how the ability of magic could give someone so much energy, but that was only part of what drove him. His healing magic could only halt a small amount of his bleeding and pain form the injuries. What fueled him to stand was mostly fury and his lust for the book. Mikkish held a broken, stake like piece of the leg of the desk, but threw it so hard, it sped like a bullet at Junior. With the leg that wasn't injured he lunched himself at Junior at a high speed, his fist winded back, he then punched it into Junior's neck with a magic boost. The broken leg went for Junior's chest. Either the fist or the leg should hit, Mikkish figured.
Junior was attacked from all angles with force that he’d not once thought. Flashes of an angel in front of him, multiple knives flying into his skin followed by bullet and capping it off with a stake flying straight through his chest. Every new hole in him sending sharp pain through his small body and dripping a disgusting black blood. The demon collapsed to one knee; that hit him with with everything they had in the tank. Junior let out a long sigh.....He hadn't bothered deflecting the attacks, he wanted to feel it. A crooked smile set itself upon Junior's face as he stabbed his sword into the ground using it to push himself up. "Come on with the come on, you don't fight fair." He sang not seeming to pay any mind to his injuries which were still leaking. "But that's okay see if I care." Junior slammed his blade on the ground. Black electricity shot through the floor all of it going in different directions at Mikkish, Joe, Rue, Hikaru, Mareck and Tom attempting to string them together and fry them all at once.
Most of Hikaru’s body still refused to obey her, however, her mind cleared enough to comprehend the situation she was in. Junior was about to do something…. Something that would surely kill them all. Their bodies would be entirely destroyed, their cells unable to restore their own structure. My body requires magic to work…. She was still having a hard time to comprehend it My body is more resistant than a regular body… that was something she learned a few days ago. My body heals quickly than a regular body…. Which was probably a fail safe to “preserve” that body of her. The sword of Junior descended to the ground in an instant but even that short time was enough for the girl to process all those thoughts and quickly improvise a plan… However precisely because it was a short time she couldn’t think about it carefully. She enchanted her own body, something so damn crazy and risky she would had not considered before. She made herself the strongest electromagnetic attractor, the strongest conductor within the room, making her own body to naturally attract the electricity produced by Junior. Something she quickly regret doing, the pain of having each one of her nerves, each single cell being fried was unbereable. At least that’ll give them a few seconds to run…. I guess…. Thought before fainting again, this time because her body stopped working after being completely fried.
"Sveta!" Mikkish yelled, ignoring his injuries as he rushed over to her passed out body. He concentrated on Junior, with the same rage and adrenaline he had burned things with before. He felt a warm sensation in his chest, which heated and heated, until he felt he could blow smoke out of his nose. The burning sensation then spread, almost as a physical manifestation of his own rage. The blood in his veins boiled, his muscles tensed. Until at long last he unleached his infernal wrath.... Into a flame which burst right next to Junior, the harmful effects of the attack completely missing Junior. The fire did begin to spread oer the carpet, however, and smoke blew out in open window and up the window-well. "Are you shitting me?" Mikkish asked whatever forces were at work, then collapsed onto his back.
"Hikaru!" I shouted, seeing the black lightning being concentrated on her, I couldn't even erect a barrier in time to protect her. She didn't deserve something like this... Why? Why take the hit for all of us...?! I turned back to Junior, glaring at him coldly. "I'll make you pay." I said, my voice shaking in anger. I could feel my wounds worsening, tearing open more and more. I was certain that my leg had a hole three times the size of the bullet through it... I wasn't going to last much longer... my vision was growing faint, my senses getting duller and duller... it took a second for me to even realize that a fire had started in the room... this was likely to be my last attack. I brought the illusionary scythe back and focused on the blade. I willed every last bit of energy that I could muster. I willed it to cut like a real blade... and then, I swung it at Junior's neck quickly, a silvery white trail being left in the blade's wake.
“Hey gay boy.” Junior snorted easily deflecting Joe’s blade with his own. “I got some words for you to live and die by in the next couple seconds.” Before Joe could react Junior balled his fist smashing it into Joe's ribcage shattering several of them into pieces. The demon didn't much bother using his blade, this was a satisfying irony. "Remember you told the mongol to relax his power? BAD!" He snarled. "That blue haired bafoon could have had real power!" Junior grabbed Joe by collar smashing his forehead into the's boys. Junior tossed his sword into the sky. "COME ON YOU LITTLE UPPITY MOTHERFUCKER! PUT YOUR DUKES UP!" Junior let out a demonic roar that shook the entire building, what followed was a flurry of punches sending Joe's head snapping back and forth. TEN TWENTY THIRTY Junior's punching began to slow as he sang. "Everybody, have you heard if you're the in the game then the stroke's the word!" He slammed one final fist into Joe's jaw sending the kid crashing into the ceiling. "Don't take no rhythm, Don't take no style Gotta thirst for killin', Grab your violin." Junior caught his sword as it finally came down and turned his attention to the others.
"Alright, so you can beat up a faggot." Mikkish said from the ground, but then began to get up "But you get your ass beat in a real fight." Mikkish raised his fists the best he could, despite one having a bullet wound and his right leg and foot being injured. In a flash, Mikkish was right up in Junior's face, between him and Joe. Mikkish wasn't doing this out of bravery. It was most likely out of ignorant stupidity, but he truly didn't consider his own death in this fight to be a possibility. Using his magic to replace strength he lost when he injured his one arm, he unleashes a lightning quick flurry of devastating punches to Junior. It was much like DBZ, or Yuyu Hakusho or one of those other old anime cartoons. Punches you almost didn't see hitting Junior one after another, like a machine gun.
