Chapter 280 - Escape (2/2)
”It's him,” he mumbled, ”-he stared through my scope and smirked…” panic set in, ”-that's impossible.”
Crashing down, after glaring at the sniper, the attention turned to the saint and fighters. All were on guard with weapons drawn, lasers could be seen lined up on various mortal spots.
”Quite a predicament,” he limped slowly.
”Don���t take another step,” voiced the soldiers, ”-we'll shoot if you don't comply,” threats and orders dished at intervals.
”Please, I mean you no harm,” reached out the Saint, ”-the will of god is the persecution of they who spread lies and false belief. We are not crazed individuals with a l.u.s.t for killing – our business is with the apostle. Hand her over and you'll be given safe passage back to Oxshield.”
”Sire, please don't approach that man,” yelled a man across the field, ”-he's dangerous.”
”You needn't worry,” smiled the saint, ”-he bears the crest of the holy one,” painted in red on the chest, ”-any who carries such strong faith must be given a chance to explain.”
*Blood-Arts: Crimson Thread,* ”-I appreciate the sympathy, saint. Don't look down on people, even if they're injured,” as if a conductor, with gentle motions, the symphony of death. Blood turned to weapons, *slash,* turned to ground meat, what was a saint fell to the ground.
*OPEN FIRE,* they yelled, eyes closed, the darkness and rain didn't matter. Limping across the battlefield, opponents fell one after the other, their blood turned into orbs that Adete kept on swallowing. The more she ate, the stronger he got – back at the church, using magic, the Angel witnessed what transpired with utter shock. Merciless as he could, no care for life, the night turned into an orchestra, one with the mellow tone of bone cracking and limbs tearing.
”GET A GRIP,” yelled the apparition of Knightfall, ”-if you don't,” too late, using sheer speed, from the ground, Staxius hovered before the marksman. ”Tell me,” arms crossed, the boy dragged his bottom across the ground in fear. ”Who gave the order to shoot?” Staxius asked.
”You won't win that easily,” angered, the spirit tried to protect her host.
”Mind thine place,” another swipe slit her throat, the apparition vanished.
”Now then,” unable to kneel fully, he grabbed the boy's neck, ”-I'll give you two options. Turncoat and work for me or die right here and now,” pressure as heavy as thunder dropped without warning. ”Is dying here thy wish or do you want to survive?” having sensed how weak the boy's mind was, he figured it would be best to have someone who knew how the province worked. A turncoat, face with death, even a king could bow down and relinquish all his possession.
”If you can save my sister,” tears flowed, ”-then I'll agree to forever serve you.”
”I see,” eyes closed, the All-seeing eye scoured the numerous prison and dungeon around the province, ”-found her.” *Heed mine call, Wings of Nike, I humbly ask for a mere fraction of thine power. Grant me this favor so I can save this child's sibling.* Red to gold, the wing hovered and latched onto the forehead, ”-hold my hand,” grabbing the rifle, *Ancient Magic: Teleportation,* back and forth, they stood in front of the cave.
”B-brother?” a girl around the age of fifteen trembled in fear. Her body was as shrunken as a starved animal, one could see her skeleton exposed – not an ounce of meat.
”Elista,” dropping the rifle, she who knelt got a heart-warming embrace.
”Damn it,” Staxius gritted, a sharp pain shot out the head, the overload caused veins to burst and bled profusely.
”Old man, are you ok?” one hand on the wall, staring the ground, he bled.
”Forget about me,” holding in the pain, one that felt as if dying over and over again, ”-we need to move,” one eye closed due to injury. *Blood-Arts: Crimson Thread,* barely, the wounds were stitched haphazardly.
”T-thank you so m-much,” sincere, the young man aided in supporting Staxius.
”We need to move,” on the brink of death, the mind had but one thing, to move forward. The sister, apostle, sniper, and Staxius kept on running.
”Before we continue, what're your names?” asked Staxius.
”I'm Elliot, and the girl you rescued is my little sister, Elista.”
”I'm Sharon, Apostle of Syhton.”
”I'm Staxius Haggard.”
”Sir, what do we do after we reach the border?” asked Elliot worryingly. ”-I doubt the pope is going to stand back and watch as we escape.”
”I've something in mind – just keep moving, we need to make it there before daybreak, else we'll be cut off by the patrol,” from limping, doing emergency first aid using Blood-Arts, the leg regain movement. ”Come here,” without warning, grabbing Elista, ”-we need to go faster,” it turned into a jog.
”Sire, if you push there's the possibility of bleeding to death.”
”Focus on the path before us, we need to escape. She's light as a feather, don't worry about it.”
A covert mission that had undertaken months of information gathering whilst blending into Kreston. The mission assigned on the last day of the Inter-magical tournament came to a close. Though not out of trouble yet, the man, in toe with possible allies, made his way down the forest as the thunderstorm intensified. 'I hope Cake followed the instruction I gave. There was a code inside that message – a big gamble. Come on, don't fail me now, Strategist,” barely alive, the phone turned on – a blank message.