661 A blade friend (2/2)

Suddenly, a stray air slice seemed to come their way, stepping away to avoid it. It had managed to deal a fatal blow to Pam right across her neck. Blood began pouring from the wound, and she applied pressure with her hand, but the blood loss would soon take her.

It looked like the decision was already made for Peter. He looked around and had no idea where the wind slash had actually come from. Whether it was a stray or intentional, he didn't know; maybe he didn't want to know.

Finally, the sound of fighting had stopped, and that was when Peter noticed something. He was standing in the centre of a massacre. It wasn't a pleasant site for anyone to stomach. Somehow, none of the kids were badly hurt.

From the little observation, he was able to make, it seemed like the teachers weren't prepared to kill the kids after all, but he couldn't feel too sorry for them. After all, they were fine with sitting back and leading the children to their deaths, yet weren't prepared to get their hands dirty.

”What do we do now, Vorden?” Deal asked.

Peter hadn't prepared for this part of the plan yet; everything was so sudden.

Inside the castle, Brock was standing by the door, and he hadn't moved. Logan had transformed, putting on his balanced suit. A suit that didn't favour strength or speed, but was a mixture of both ready to attack.

”Move!” Logan shouted. Charging forward and using all his strength, he grabbed both fists together and threw them down like a hammer on top of Brock's head but still, there was no movement. Brock stayed still until the very end when he lifted his hand to block the attack with his forearm.

'It's not moving? Not even a little?' Logan thought, even when he went up against Vicky there was a slight budge.

Then with the palm of his other hand, he hit Logan away and he had gone tumbling, crashing into the furniture. It looked like a light push, but it had such force.

”No way, I can't win this,” Logan said. He was sure of it now, he had little doubts, but the man in front of him was actually stronger than Vicky.

”You're right, you could never win a fight against me, but there is no need to.” Brock said, as he threw the mask over to Logan.

For a second, he was confused, until he saw Brock's next actions. With his own hand, he had stabbed his other shoulder, causing it to heavily bleed. Then he moved to the side.

Logan was absolutely stunned; why injure himself? With all the actions he was doing now, Logan could only think of one reason. It was because he was letting him go. The injury was to make it look like the two of them had a fight.

”Get out of here and meet up with the others,” Brock said with pain on his face.

Even if this was a trap, it didn't make sense. Brock could have easily subdued him, so there was only one thing that made sense to him.

”You sent that letter, didn't you?” Logan asked. ”You work for Richard Eno and not the Blades. Tell me where he is, where I can find him, anything!” Logan shouted.

”I will not confirm or deny, but if I could tell you anything, then I would have done in that letter. Now go, this is the last chance you will ever get.”

Logan, was not a fool and knew if Brock said he wouldn't get any answers, then he meant it. Picking up his mask, he had no choice but to leave the castle and search for his dear friends.

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