Arc 2: A vigorous first month
Rosemary wakes up before the woman in black can move, jolting up with confusion and fear in her eyes. Before anybody could blink Gray quickly grabed onto Rosemary, forces mana into his legs, and leapt through the door of their room. This stuns the woman and allows Gray and Rosemary to get a head start. However the sudden burst of strengh left Grays legs reeling in pain, causing him to trip and fall as they ran. Rosemary bent down to help him, but her eyes lost focus when she found a black figure staring into her soul down the hall.
Gray: "Go! I can catch up!"
Rosemary: "Are you crazy! No way am I gonna do that, no way!"
Rosemary grabbed hold of Gray as the cloaked woman sped down the hall, lunging forward.
Gray: "SOKU, OPHELIA, AL, EDWARD GET UP, WE GOT AN ASSASIN! COME ON, COME ON, COME ONNNN!"
He was screaming as loud as possible over and over to make sure everybody heard him. As they did however Rosemary fell behind and pushed his back, staring toward the assailant right on their tail.
Rosemary: "Gray go! I'll hold her off, you run away!"
Gray: "Just like you said, no way am I doing that. And 'm not useless! Did you think I did nothin this whole month!?"
Rosemary: "I know I just don't want you to get hurt! Not when me, somebody with so much more experience, can fight in place!"
Rosemary took a defensive stance, her golden aura flaming out with two clicks following it. Gray stood with her though, even if she didn't want him to, and took a more clumsy position and held a large smile on his face, even with the massive bags holding his eyes down.
"YOU'RE BOTH QUITE THRILLING! AND CUTE!"
Grays heart shook in fear, his mana unable to flow, and his mind exploding with anxious fire. In her hand was a small dagger that swung down toward Rosemary. However Rosemary swifty leaped up, grabbing and slamming the anarchist down. The anarchist however slipped between Rosemary and the ground like a snake with wings, bouncing off the wall and smashed against Rosemary.
Gray {NO! NO! NO!}
Still aching with fear, he still ran forward to take advanage of this opening. But the fighter made up for it with a throwing knife whistling toward him. Gray barley moved out of the way, his elbow taking a nasty gash, his jacket tearing open with it.
"That's good! Keep fighting!"
Rosemary: "PAY ATTENTION!"
Screaming and bursting with power, Rosemary let out a hard hitting third stage kick to the womans mask. She was sent tumbling down the hall, laughing as her mask shattered and her nose dripped with blood. Then, a disgusting grin formed on her face. With make up splotched and drug across her face, made from blood, she truly looked insane.
Carla: "HELLO YOU TWO! I'M A LOWER PILLAR OF ANARCHY, CARLA! AND MY MY YOU'RE SO FUN! I KNOW YOU! ROSEMARY GOLDENWIND, THE LAST LIVING GOLDEN KNIGHT! AND YOU, GRAY KYOJIN! THE NEW GUY WITH MISS AZALEAS MANA! YOU HAVE MY BROTHER SOMEWHERE IN THIS HOUSE! AND I HAVE ALSO BEEN SENT HERE TO KILL YOU ROSEMRY! SORRY!, AND TO CAPTURE YOU GRAY! SO PLEASE MAKE THIS EASY AND STAY STILL!"
Carla continues to ramble, still licking her lips seductively. But suddenly dark mana wraps around her arm, turning solid while shaping itself into a crescent-shaped blade.
Gray: "Nice, you were made to be a killer then huh?"
Carla: "Why thank you for the compliment. Now for the cute girl, DIE!"
She rushes towards them both, aiming towards Rosemary. Rosemary activates stage three, allowing her to dodge Carla's quick strikes through, only slightly, with each strike getting closer and closer. Gray observes, waiting for an opening. However, even with Gray's trained body, his strength and speed are outmatched by theirs.
Gray { Dammit, think! She can't keep this going forever, I can't use cenic because it will blind Rosemary, I don't have a sword or armor, damn this sucks! Can I really not do anything!?}
Gray: "ROSEMARY DO A FOURTH STAGE FLICK!"
Rosemary {What? What does that mean?...OH! WAIT I GET IT!}
Rosemary forces mana to just her finger, making only that small amount go into the fourth stage. With a small surge of power, she released the finger, flicking a blast of wind pressure launching Rosemary and Carla back. However it left her fingernail broken and the finger itself reeling in pain.
Rosemary: "Nice! I'm a bit sad I didn't think of that one myself."
Gray: "Yeah saw it in a show once, Okay now RUN!"
They run as fast as they can, though before they can get near the stairs, Carla has caught right back up to them. Now with two arm blades, she stands more serious fully focused, licking her lips and going to strike from behind.
Gray {Got to let Rosemary recharge! If she goes down I'm goin down too!}
They both turned as Carla lept forward, her crazed eyes looking toward Rosemary. So exploding with mana and pain, with tears in his eyes, with fear in his heart, he screamed.
Gray: "CENIC!"
The hallway quickly rushes with thin black smoke. In the midst of it Gray prepares a punch, though before it can connect, Carla swings her blade, pushing through the smoke and leaving Gray open.
Carla: "STOP TRYIN' TO DIE!"
She kicks Gray in the face sending him back, though he recovers, just fast enough to dodge her swing. Rosemary ran foward with the third stage flowing. But nefore anything can happen, A blade of wind rushes toward Carla, and though she guarded against it, it still cuts her arms.
Rosemary: "SOKU!"
Gray: "IS OPHELIA OKAY!"
Soku: "YEAH AL'S GOT HER!"
Carla licks the blood off her hands, launching towards Rosemary. But Gray swiftly pushes her out of the way.
Gray {IF SHE WANTS TO CAPSURE ME SHE WON'T KILL ME!}
Carla misses her swing, slashing above Gray's eye before kicking him down another hallway, separating the group. But Gray luckily rolls right beside a worried and thinking Al and Ophelia.
Ophelia: "Gray are you okay!"
Gray: "Hey there you are! And yeah I'm fine. You guys gotta get out of here!"
Al: "You act as if I'm not the servant of the most skilled swordsmen in the world; I've got some training under my belt as well as some experience to boot. To say the least."
Gray: "Oh, sorry. Where's Edward?"
Al: "I apologize, I don't know. But I'd say he's down stairs still by his room. I think there are more here looking for that captured boy. The one you met, another near Edwards's room, then I think there is one outside."
Gray: "Damn!"
While Gray sits up frustrated quivering and crying Ophelia grips his jacket, holding him as tightly as she can. Gray doesn't know how to react, as he's just as scared if not more, but he pats her head and gives her a large grin.
Gray: "Look it's okay, don't cry! We are gonna get out of this."
Al smiled, patting on Grays shoulder.
Al: "You are correct. If we can get can get them together I can hold the three of them off and you can run to freedom."
Gray: "Hell no what about you! We all just have to fight!"
Al: "No. I'm far too old to hold my life up there with you all. It is my fault for allowing this to happen in the first place. Now don't try and argue as I won't change my mind!"
Gray: "You got a plan to get them together!?"
Al: "I didn't spend most of my life as Walgonia's best for nothing. I think I have just the thing, but forgive me as I'm not too knowledgeable about the spirits. So I don't know if this will work but listen closely."
Meanwhile, Near Edward's room, Edward was looking to find a way to get to the others after hearing Grays scream at him, though he was stopped when he saw a man dressed in the Sects outfit, holding a sword at Edward.
Edward: "Who are you? What is your business with us!?"
In an instant he threw his mask off, smiling and pushing his short hair back.
Conroy: "HI! I AM A LOWER PILLAR OF ANARCHY! My name is Conroy! We're here for multiple reasons, the only reason I have come here is that I heard a Helsing in training was here! And I want to see what the so-called warrior's spirit is like in person!"
Edward: "So you wish to duel then? Are you crazy!?"
Conroy: "To the death if you will. And yes, I am. "
Edwards eyes closed with stern focus, anger swelling from within. To move forward he had to fight, and fight he would. So he pulled out his large, rectangular blunt sword, straining his arms to hold the dense blade.
Conroy: "It's late at night yet you have your armor and your sword, quite a big one at that! It reminds me of the Legands of Gotsu's sword! Isn't he your father!? To be the son of a legend yet, not have the white hair, a shame though. I will be able to fight a legend's son so it will suffice. And I can actually win with you in this weakened state you're in, yes that's fine. Yes that's perfect."
Conroy smiled as Edward slid his feet into position, holding his sword back like a baseball bat before lunging and pulling it forward.
Conroy: "LET OUR BATTLE COMMENCE, HELSING!"