Episode 26- Things Are Heating Up
Metsuhai was headed out of the ring, when to his surprise he was stopped by two medics. "Fugughuu-sama, let us have a look at you for a moment."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Though a bit of rest will do no harm."
"It will be just a moment of your time," the medic insisted. Metsuhai stood still while the medics thoroughly examined him from different angles. One of them even aimed a small flashlight at his eyes. The light, bright but not really blinding actually caused Metsuhai physical pain. "You must have a doctor look at your eyes," instructed one of the medics, "As a competitor in the Armageddon Championship you get the doctor's assistance for free, so make good use of it."
"Thank you," Metsuhai parted with the medics. As the grand screen up behind him runs names for the next round, a familiar toxic smoke scent greeted him.
"You did good in the ring, I was impressed. Now go rest," commanded Lezner, "You need to be ready for next round."
I wanted to watch all the fights… But Lezner is right. Resting is part of warfare. Metsuhai sent one last glimpse at Rin, who's moral was shaken, and went underground. Metsuhai thought for a moment and called Chizue. "What's up winner?" She seemed to be in good mood.
"To be honest I need a favor. Could you call me when this third round ends and the fourth begins? I'll be resting until then."
"No problem. I'm not going anywhere."
"Thanks, I owe you one."
Metsuhai entered the hospital wing with a smile on his face. One of the doctors seemed to have expected him. Without a lot of small talk, the doctor proceeded to check his eyes immediately.
"Your eyes have endured tremendous strain. You must not strain them further or you face a serious risk to forever lose the light of day. It is possible it is to late already and permanent damage may have accumulated. I would like for you to stay for further observation, I mean, this could even deteriorate with time."
"Not part of the plan, doctor. I have a championship to win. Besides I know a really good healer back where I am from."
"No one is that good! Listen to the voice of reason. Don't play with your health. You must understand the importance."
Metsuhai nodded but from his expression the doctor understood he wasn't going to change his mind. The doctor sighed. "Be very careful, and whatever you do, don't strain your eyes even more. I mean looking at a TV might be okay, but no energy from the eyes, no sight related techniques and other such games."
"Yes sir, I understand."
Metsuhai left the hospital area, practically collapsing on his bed (in his quarters). Tsukiyama could undo all the damage to my eyes for sure, but I still can't ignore the doctor's warning. What if Tsukiyama disappears in his game of tag with the order and I'm left blind for god know how long. I should keep my health in check. Let's hope my next opponent won't be that powerful. Metsuhai turned to the other side of the bed, his thoughts slowly slipping away. Somewhere between being awake and asleep he pondered how lucky he was to have Tsukiyama as his sensei. He can heal anything, I still don't know how he does it.
…
Metsuhai felt a pleasant sensation on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes. A perfect beauty lay in bed with him. It was Chizue, and her gentle hand was on his cheek. The blanket covering them both. "Wake up, Metsu. Time approaches."
Before Metsuhai figured out the seriousness of the situation, Chizue pulled him up from the bed. They were both wearing their full battle uniforms and standing on top of the highest mountain. Looking into each over's eyes, the wind in their hair. Chizue began walking towards confused Metsuhai, who opened his arms to embrace her. Then at the very last moment the ground broke. Chizue fell into a dark abyss. Though trying, Metsuhai couldn't catch her in time. She shouted. Within a moment she was gone. Metsuhai heard barons Phaulin's voice, "She now belongs to me!"
Metsuhai went for his sword, but it was gone. The phone rang.
Metsuhai jumped to a seating position in an instant. Covered in cold sweat. His hand on the hilt of his sword. This was just a dream, nothing more, but it felt so real, the presence was so powerful. Wait, now I realize this isn't the first time I had that exact dream before. Could it actually have some meaning? If so, what is the message here? What is the dream trying to tell me? Only now Metsuhai realized that his phone was really ringing, placed near his bed. That's what woke him up.
Metsuhai picked up the phone, accepting the call. "Wake up, Metsu-san. The time for your next fight approaches. The fourth round starts a few minutes from now."
"Ehm…Thanks, Chizue-san. I'll be there soon."
…
There weren't that many combatants still in the competition. Metsuhai counted only eight men, including himself and the two fighting in the ring (looking like a large but shallow pool) at the moment. There was Makarov, with his deception magic, who already won his fight in the fourth round. There was Marshal, as always dressed like a shaolin priest. Of course, there was Ryo, looking at the fight in front of him with very little interest. The other two were formidable warriors as well, but still outclassed (according to Metsuhai's opinion). One was a guy named Gadolius, the only competitor with a body even bigger than Ryo's. Metsuhai didn't pay attention to this big fellow in the beginning, but it seemed this club carrying cave-man had more than just size. The other, Jay, was almost the complete opposite. A short Philippine knife-master, who tore through the competition with his two short knives. Each and every one of them is strong, but I guess if I had to choose who do I want to fight, Gadolius worries me least.
"And it's over! Shahin wins by TKO!"
Metsuhai was slightly surprised from the winner in that equal, bloody fight, but either way Shahin looked like he was run down by a tank, and the only place he was going was the hospital.
The next fight, in the desert ring, was between Ryo and Jay. Will he quit too, like Ryo's previous opponent, to avoid Niniyo's horrible fate? Metsuhai examined the knife-master. He didn't have even a drop of fear in his eyes. He was, however breathing hard from overexcitement.
"I know you are very powerful," admitted Jay, "But I came here to win. I didn't travel all this way just to back away from a fight. My master thinks I'm only his second best student. I came here to prove to my master that I have no competition. Only the first place is good enough for me."
Somewhat surprisingly, Ryo spoke too. "Very noble of you. You won't reach your goal. Consider yourself lucky to be defeated by the one taking first place, close enough."
Jay charged on Ryo with a sharp scream as soon as the referee commenced the fight. The massive halberd sent the excited thin fighter back, almost knocking him off his feet. To Metsuhai's surprise, he wasn't wounded though. He wasn't discouraged either. Jay attempted his assault repeatedly, trying to strike Ryo from various angles and directions. He was incredibly agile. His technique was practically flawless. Those knives could slice even through stone. Yet it always ended the same way: Ryo bashed the halberd at him, sending him flying backwards.
It's only been a minute into the fight. Jay tried every technique, every trick, with no results. He was a bit out of air. Yet, Ryo was standing there like a mountain and didn't even broke a sweat. Jay was franticly thinking of any way out of this. "Your skill with those knives is commendable. Your bravery, facing someone like me isn't a trivial matter as well. No reason for you to be ashamed of your ability. Whatever honor was denied from you, you deserve it. But I had enough playing."
Ryo planted the halberd into the send, letting go of it. He raised his half-open palm up towards the sky. "Holy Armor Manifestation- Right Hand!"
An inconceivable amount of white energy formed around Ryo's right arm. The energy condensed, turning yellow and finally forming a golden glove-like aura. If Metsuhai didn't know otherwise he would have sworn its real gold. Even without true sight, Metsuhai could tell with ease- His energy is completely different now! It's like there is another Ryo in his right hand!
Jay had a worried look on his face for just a moment, before his resolve recovered. Ryo took one step forward, perhaps to adjust his stance. Then, he punched into the air in Jay's general direction. A surge of power swept the ring like a rocket's afterburner. The wave of energy swept the knife- master awey. Flattening him on the barrier protecting the crowd. Even Zlovsky barely avoided the blast in time. The energy storm disappeared as fast as it came. Jay fell down like a torn leaf, not moving.
"Win by knockout!" Declared George, as shocked as anyone else. "It's all over!"
Ryo waved with his right arm a bit, and the glove was gone. Dissipated to nothing. Coming out of nowhere, Ryo tore the microphone out of Zlovsky's hand "No its not!"
"This is as good time as any for all of you in the crowd to know why I am really here…"
Zlovsky looked with desperation at Kadilac, who signaled him to wait. "… My great grandfather was the best blacksmith who ever lived. You are surely familiar with my last name, the same name etched on the inside of every Holy Armor in existence. It's there because my grandfather was the one to create humanity's ultimate trump card against overwhelming odds. Now there are only three holy armors left. You might wonder why so few survived the ages. I mean, have we lost them all? Were they perhaps destroyed in battle? Oh no. Let's ask the culprit personally. Right here, in the first raw, sits a person in possession of one of the three."
Ryo pointed his finger right at Chizue. Chizue's face had no expression, but Metsuhai realized how pale she was. "The Arisu family used us for generations as if there's nothing to it. The Arisu took the armors. Giving excuses and justifications. They refused to return a single one, even when the war with inferno was relatively calm. Now the secret of their forge is lost and the only man who could have made them is gone. They didn't even bother to come to his funeral." Ryo stopped for a second, his hands shaking with rage. "I wonder why Kagehiroto isn't here. Maybe he isn't brave enough to be here and hear this truth. But the Arisu we have here is even worse. Pretending to be a warrior, the holy armor is wasted on her!..."
Suddenly Chizue was surrounded by a small army of bodyguards. She was saying something to them, shaking her head. Metsuhai was too angry to hear. His hand went for his sword.
This…! You. Don't. Know. What. You. Are. Talking. About. This armor saved humanity already during the invasion to Tokyo.
"…When I am going to win the Armageddon Championship, I am going to destroy the legendary chaos stone as an act of ultimate revenge and leave the order, so all will know!!!"
Metsuhai stood up, despite Lezner trying to stop him. Metsuhai was generally a very calculated person, but this made his blood boil. He exploded like a volcano "bastard! Shut up! You know nothing about the Arisu! I am going to kill you!" Metsuhai drew his sword and rushed to the ring. An army of Freedom Association guards, already spread between both men, was forcing him back. Trying to convince him to contain himself. Ryo put his halberd behind his back.
"You've got spunk kid. I'll give you that. Best we settle this in the ring. You show me how angry you are. And I… will show neither mercy nor remorse taking you apart."
Kadilac also stood between both angry men. "Yes! Settle it in the ring. When your round comes. If you've got what it takes, your fight is inevitable."
Metsuhai shoved his sword back to its sheath. As furious as he was, his sense of reason took over. He wasn't going to murder all those people just doing their jobs only to quell his (justified) rage. Metsuhai turned back to his seat. The commotion died down fast, with both Ryo and Chizue taking their usual seats as well. Soon the ring was clear of people, everyone except for Kadilac. Kadilac signaled thumbs up and George understood. "Well, things sure got heated up here in the arena. It seems there is bad blood already between Ryo and Metsuhai. But their hostility will have to be postponed because it is time for the next round!"
Metsuhai felt it in him, knowing already who his next opponent is a moment before it was written on the Grand Screen. "I don't know about you guys, but I have been looking forward for this one," shouted the announcer, "Metsuhai Fugughuu versus Marshal!"
Metsuhai stopped himself from sighing, after all Marshal might misunderstand. It's not like Metsuhai wasn't looking forward to do battle with him, but the timing was far from perfect. He was only almost perfectly rested, which sounds good, but against Marshal almost perfect might not be good enough. It's Ryo he wanted to fight and destroy, his words still echoing in his mind. Also right now he shouldn't use Sorcerer's Eye. Well, with his speed it wouldn't do me much good as it is.
Metsuhai forced himself to clear his mind of all thoughts other than those related to the upcoming fight, like many times before on the battlefield. He opened his eyes, fully concentrated, sharp and battle-ready.
"Keep your confidence," said Lezner, "He isn't armored. You need to land but one good strike and he will bleed and slow down. Unlike a crusher, he will lose blood fast. You have to find that opening somewhere during battle or create one."
Metsuhai started heading over to the rock covered ring where Marshal stood, waiting for his arrival with a perfect poker face. Ok, what Lezner said, keep the confidence, slice him at least once, so I can fight Ryo and punish him on what he said about Chizue… no wait, this is not at all what I'm supposed to think, one fight at a time Fugughuu. But those thoughts kept coming back to Metsuhai, disrupting his ability to concentrate on his current fight. Very soon the bets were made 55/45 in Marshal's favor.
Kadilac pointed the speaker at Metsuhai. After a short consideration Metsuhai shook his head, refusing his right to speak.
"We don't see fights like this every day," commented George, "Both men are top athletes. Both smashed their way through numerous tough opponents. Both invincible. Unfortunately they now have to face each other. By tournament rules only one can come out on top."
Marshal stood in silence and Kadilac gave up trying to hand the speaker to him. Kadilac made his hand gesture, signaling the beginning of the match. However, Metsuhai and Marshal kept standing in place, looking into each other's eyes.
"Why won't they move!" exclaimed George Peterson, "They were supposed to attack each other. Referees do something!" but the referees (including Kadilac) stood silently giving the two warriors time.
Metsuhai took his fighting stance. Marshal remained motionless. Both fighters drilled each other with their gazes. He is so indifferent- looking and thin. If not for his shaved face I could easily meet him on the street, mistaking him for just a usual college student. Metsuhai powered up, his energy burning around him with great power. Metsuhai charged with a sudden burst of speed. His blade made a beautiful arc though only someone with super human senses could possible perceive it entirely. The blade smashed into the rocks, leaving a mark. At first Metsuhai didn't really understand what actually happened. Then it came to him. Marshal was standing centimeters from the blade. He moved a little bit- just enough to avoid the sword. Metsuhai automatically continued his motion with a cut upwards, presuming it will at least force Marshal away. Instead, Marshal somehow managed to grab onto Metsuhai's sword-wielding arm. In a moment, Metsuhai was flung through the air. Before he could do anything, spinning out of control, Marshal's air-kick crushed into his back. Metsuhai fell hard on the ground, rolling, his shield flying out of his hands.
"Tough start for Fugughuu! But knowing his past fights Metsuhai is far from finished." (George)
Metsuhai quickly rose to his feet, his back hurting and well done, since Marshal was on the assault. His devastating fist missing by a thread. Metsuhai jumped back.
I knew this guy is a champion but I didn't think it's gonna be this bad. I thought for sure powering up will lessen the gap significantly. I can keep up with his movement but his ability to react far exceeds my own. His reflexes are on another level. And that one kick, landing on armor felt like being run down by a bus. I can't just swing my sword and hope for better results. I have to remember what Lezner told me. Time to hunt.
Metsuhai sheaved his sword. He is going to use energy, knew Marshal, well I've been trained for such things. He'll be wasting his power.
Metsuhai unleashed a barrage of yellow beams. Each rather small but powerful nevertheless. And there were so many of them.
With Kong-Fu open hand strikes Marshal easily deflected all the beams. With a series of combined powerful blasts they exploded with deafening sound behind his back. Marshal grinned a bit, satisfied from his performance. What Marshal failed to see were the air-cuts hidden behind the second wave of energy attacks. Even Marshal couldn't deflect those razor sharp winds with just his open palms. Marshal was cut- in palms first, then in various parts of his body. Marhsal shouted with pain.
Metsuhai stopped blasting when he ran out of air. This combination attack had the desired result, yet took a toll on him. As the dust began to settle, Marshal was revealed, wiping blood from his cheek. "I expected much from you, but you exceeded all my expectations. But I'm far from done."
I did it. Now I just have to endure long enough. But Marshal knew that too.
Marshal ran towards Metsuhai, closing distance fast. Metsuhai concentrated moving his hand, and the ground beneath Marshal's feet went up. Marshal's charge velocity now sent him into the air, Marshal used a triple flip to rebalance himself, flying high above Metsuhai. As Marshal lands behind him, Metsuhai rushed to turn around. Marshal unleashed a series of fists, hitting every part of Metsuhai's body. Each fist packed with power. In pain, Metsuhai sent his sword, counterattacking, hitting very strongly into the air. Despite Metsuhai's best attempts the damage was unavoidable. Metsuhai's ribs exploded with pain, his nose bleeding. Marshal was relentless, not even letting Metsuhai have a moment to breathe. He pounded the life out of him, using kicks, fists and open handed attacks. Metsuhai couldn't possibly use complicated magic while assaulted but he did managed to generate an energy explosion, blasting everything around him. Marshal was pushed back, practically taking no damage. Metsuhai called the shield to him with his lifting magic. That's all could do before Marshal was on the assault again.
Once again, Marshal was unstoppable, though many sharp blows were stopped on that shield. Metsuhai's sword swings (missing or being deflected) barely slowed Marshal down.
His attack is strong, but more impressive is his ability to avoid my blows like this. His way, using minimal movement really works. I've seen such mastery only applied by one man before- Tsukiyama.
"This far it was all Marshal, though it looks like he is bleeding," commented George, "No one knows how all of this is going to end."
Hang in there Metsuhai, Metsuhai encouraged himself, though my body is in pain and my armor is practically falling apart, he is slowing down. Even if just barely, for now.
No matter how hard Marshal was putting pressure on him, Metsuhai wasn't just taking a beating either. He tried counterattacking with his sword and his energy even compromising his defense for it. So to less experienced onlookers it looked like a very dynamic fight. The truth was in fact, it was almost a one sided beat-down. But Metsuhai knew he must keep fighting back, tiring Marshal further. At least from time to time, forcing him to adjust his movement.
"Disruptor Canon!" Marshal's energy- covered palm smashed into Metsuhai's solar plexus. It wasn't very painful or strong. At first Metsuhai did not understand what happened. Then like circular ripples through his body, Metsuhai felt his strength fading. His body wouldn't obey, at least not like before, small electric shocks appearing here and there.
Marshal slid backwards, tired but satisfied. "I can't yet do this at full capacity even from close range, however, this special energy will disrupt your nerves function. Your energy channels are now all jammed. You will be lucky to be able to stand until you receive serious medical assistance." Marshal was breathing hard as well. The Disrupter Canon was so tiring.
Metsuhai was struggling against his own body, that wouldn't obey. Metsuhai forced his body to keep standing. Then Metsuhai shouted powering himself up more and more.
Marshal was just standing there without understanding. "You can't fight no more. And if you keep powering yourself up like this, you will explode."
"No, you are wrong. I am going to win!" Metsuhai powered his energy more pushing Marshal's energy out of himself though not all of it. Thank you Tsukiyama for those endless lessons on energy control. What I did just now is very similar to my new super-move, which I barely control and won't dare to use just yet.
Metsuhai charged, swinging his sword. Marshal dodged four times, but the fifth swing got him. A direct hit. Blood rushed out of his thin body. "This looks bad!" (George). Marshal pushed Metsuhai back. It wasn't even a blow. Just a shove.
"You pushed me to the corner," admitted Marshal, "I will end this right now, before I can stand no more. Supernova Energy Ball!" Marshal flew up, stretching his arms to the sides. A huge energy ball formed above him. This is your last mistake Marshal, strength is my territory, you're just faster. The yellow-orange ball descended on Metsuhai like a small meteor. Metsuhai threw aside his shield, which was full of craters and cracks, and his sword. He put his hands in front of him, putting to work every muscle in his body. With great effort Metsuhai diverted the super huge energy ball into the sky. The ball crushed his way through the barrier defending the crowd, leaving a large hole (slowly closing) and exploded far above with nuclear-like power. Marshal dropped from the sky like a leaf in the wind, falling on the rocks. Kadilac stopped the fight. It was over.
"Win by knockout!" declared George as the medics rushed in, "What a fight! Metsuhai advances to the semifinals. Unfortunately Shahin is too wounded to fight again, so the four champions, the four very best who are to compete for the first place are: Gadolius the big, raging Ryo, Metsuhai the Mordon-Destroyer and Makarov the master of magic. Oh and here, Zlovsky comes with the match ups."
Zlovsky passed a small note to George. Metsuhai had no idea how he got so fast to the announcer booth. "Tomorrow it all gets decided. Four contenders, only one champion. First Metsuhai and Ryo will settle scores, than Makarov will take on Gadolius, who is even bigger than Ryo. And the winners will go head to head in the finals! One Chaos Stone, three monetary prizes! Bring your goggles and sunglasses cause the eclipse might begin in the middle of a fight, and we don't stop no matter what!"
I knew what I signed up for. Metsuhai looked at Ryo, his gaze hiding great rage. Ryo was also looking right at Metsuhai ominously. Their hostility unmistakable.
Metsuhai just finished showering, his towel wrapped around the lower part of his body. His perfectly athletic body riddled with bruises. Newly replaced bandages covered his symbol of shame and the place where once dwelled the venom. Though not needed anymore, Metsuhai believed removing that bandage might draw more attention to the one still there. This particular refreshing shower was one full of thoughts. Metsuhai couldn't help but to wonder how he will fare against the powerhouse that was Ryo. Well, at least this time I'll be hurting someone who deserves to be pounded, unlike Kuma or Marshal. According to the doctors, Kuma could finally stand again though fighting was prohibited for him for the weeks to come. Unfortunately when Metsuhai went to the hospital, Kuma was asleep and Metsuhai had no heart to wake him, especially after all what happened. Marshal on the other hand was awake and in good mood. He had no grudge whatsoever to Metsuhai, and since he mainly suffered from blood loss, treating him was relatively simple. When they met, Marshal simply said "We both did what we had to do. Good fight. I learned much. It is behind us now." Metsuhai decided to stay away from Vincent's room.
Metsuhai's civil phone rang, it was Chizue. "Are you okay?"
Chizue, who didn't expect Metsuhai would pick up the phone so fast and get right to the point paused before answering. "Been worse before. We need to meet, urgently."
"What's wrong? Should I bring my sword?"
"No, it's not like that. You'll see when you're here."
Metsuhai put on some clothes, grabbing the first shirt and pants he spotted. He rushed outside of the living quarters. It wasn't night just yet, but the white arena light were already illuminating the ring, mainly focused on the center.
Chizue was already waiting for him as expected, wearing fancy yet formal clothing. Surprisingly, she was with her guards, though they stood at a distance, acting like they weren't there. Metsuhai's breath was slightly heavy from running all the way, though it was barely noticeable in his speech. "It was rough out there today. How do you feel?"
"Put that aside for a moment," she said softly, "I can tell you one thing for sure. It would have been much worse without your interference."
"I reacted automatically, but I have no regrets, whatever happens tomorrow."
"Kazu, my butler said no matter who wins the championship Ryo is in a world of trouble. Actually if you beat him, that might soften the aftermath of this treason. But I don't want to think like that. Beat him. Prove him wrong, I know you have what it takes."
"Thank you so much, Chizue-san. Your encouragement will make me strong." Chizue smiled, looking for something in her feminine-looking small backpack (hanging from her shoulder).
"I brought more than encouragement. I have a gift for you. Thank you for standing up on my behalf." Chizue pulled out of her backpack a golden-looking medium-sized shield with the shape of almost a perfect ellipse. It's upper part in a straight line. In the middle of the shield was the symbol of a brick- built rook. "This is a very famous shield. The rook is the symbol of my family. This shield was passed down in my family countless generations, so technically I'm only loaning it to you, at least that's the official story. It, and the other armor pieces I give you have great value in more than one way, and are completely indestructible. I want you to wear it when you face Ryo in the ring. It will give you protection beyond any armor you've worn, ever."
Metsuhai had no words. One look at that shield and he knew- this artifact can never be destroyed. Chizue drew out of the backpack a full suit of chainmail armor, though it had the size to fit on Metsuhai's finger. "No offence, but this is just big enough to dress the dolls you used to play with as a child." Metsuhai couldn't hold back, his thought in disarray. Chizue's left eyebrow went dangerously up. She was clearly displeased. "Enlarge!"
The 'toy' suit grew, taking form. It was perfect. An armor for a champion, with the same symbol like the shield. "I don't know how to express my gratitude. These are gifts I couldn't even imagine getting. I will carry them with honor, representing the Arisu in the ring and afterwards. Just like I carry with honor Tsukiyama's symbol."
"A… right, the deserter." It seemed Chizue still didn't fully accept Tsukiyama and his way of doing things. "The only gratitude I want is you beating Ryo. I know you can do it. And as unlikely as it is, if these weapons brake in battle- that's just fine. That's what they are for."
One of Chizue's guards, two broadswords behind his back, lifted the visor of his helmet. "Miss Arisu sama, we should start heading back to the hotel."
"Thank you Morie-san, we will head there now. Bye Metsu-san. Good luck tomorrow."
…
Metsuhai got up, nervously waiting for the announcer to call him to the ring. So far George Peterson had other ideas. "In the previous championship where unfortunately I wasn't present, it was an equal showdown, eventually decided by reach. Sadly the former champion never showed up to the current competition, probably satisfied from his rewards, which is a great loss to all of us. Maybe he thought he might lose this time. It was so close. If anything, probably he wanted to be remembered undefeated. I remember seeing the fights on TV. It was overwhelming. I remember how…" the announcer kept talking, but Metsuhai wasn't listening anymore. He closed his eyes and calmed his breath.
Metsuhai wasn't the only one greatly anticipating the match. Though interested in the announcer's tale, the crowd clearly wanted action. They wanted to know who of the two favorites will come out on top. Though technically there was another semifinal fight planned after this one and only then the finals, it sure felt like the finals were already here.
Chizue was hiding the strain on her well, only picking at Metsuhai from time to time. I hope I didn't make a huge mistake. If Ryo wins this will be another blow to the reputation of the order. Sure, it will be softened later when Ryo gets publicly executed. The only matter truly beyond repair is Metsuhai's fate. Metsu-san could die in this ring… But even without my encouragement he wouldn't just back down. That's the kind of man he is.
The front row even felt fuller than before. The source for this inaccurate feeling was the fact the front row was previously dwindling with every match, with many fighters going to the hospital or leaving the arena entirely once they were defeated. Now however two defeated masters of combat returned to watch how it all turns out, both almost at full power. Kuma, bandaged but his resolve as strong as ever. Vincent, avoiding looking directly at Metsuhai, his beliefs badly shaken.
Another somewhat unexpected front-row viewer was Marshal. Everyone who didn't understand the intricacies of his fight with Metsuhai expected the talented warrior to be too wounded to attend. The reality however was quite different. He lost mainly due to bleeding, and with adequate (partially magical) medical care he was practically ready for battle again. Though several parts of his body were bandaged. As for expected viewers from the front row, there were of course Gadolius and Makarov. Makarov had a cold, almost sinister look, like a hunting snake. He was looking at Ryo and Metsuhai alternately. Many of the already disqualified fighters also decided to come watch this particular match from the best seats available. So really the only ones missing were Niniyo and Kagehiroto.
"…this is unprecedented. 80% put their money on Ryo, Mordon Destroyer was never so underrated. And who can blame them…" (George Peterson)
"We know he is strong and fast," Lezner whispered into Metsuhai's ear and his words overshadowed the announcer (for Metsuhai). "We know there is bad blood between you two. So when you go to the ring he'll try to tear you to pieces. You put all that aside. He has two hands, two legs and one head. He is alive so he can die. You gonna go to the ring and show your power. May the gods have mercy on you."
Metsuhai quietly nodded. The ring transformed into a volcanic wasteland. Volcanoes, lava streams, toxic fumes, black hot obsidian ground. Both Metsuhai and Ryo were making their way into the ring. "Now this is a surprise! A new kind of ring installed for just this occasion, though I expected it to be reserved only for the final fight."
Metsuhai made his way through the ring. It really felt like the world is coming to an end.
Metsuhai and much higher Ryo drilled each other with their eyes. There was murder in both. Kadilac was standing at a distance watching with the microphone in hand, aimed to the direction of the two.
You're going down," began Ryo, "I'm gonna…" Ryo's gaze turned to surprise as he noticed Metsuhai's new armor and shield, and furthermore the signs on them.
"…What the hell is that!"
"This is a gift from the Arisu family. I represent them here in the ring. I have known the Arisu well. They are wise, responsible and noble…" Metsuhai remembered Kagehiroto, "…well, at least most of them. Your quest for vengeance ends here and now!"
Ryo was furious. Among other things he was just reminded he is a blacksmith again. "I will never forgive you. The hell with competition rules, I will kill you"
"There you have it folks. The fight of the century!" (George)
Kadilac gave the signal and both combatants drew their weapons. Metsuhai jumped backwards, taking his fighting stance. Ryo took his, his expression not revealing his intentions. Metsuhai powered up, the generating shockwaves making waves in the lava flow nearby.
Metsuhai went to the assault. With a perfect timing he deflected that massive halberd, charging in. His blade making his way to Ryo. This is too easy. Deciding in split second, Metsuhai created an air platform in front of his feet, pushing himself away and giving up on this frontal attack. And that turned out to be a wise decision. Ryo's deflected halberd was a sort of faint, meant to catch Metsuhai off guard. Ryo's halberd was pulled back barely missing Metsuhai. If that got me I would be toast! Ryo sent his halberd on Metsuhai, striking the shield with the sound of colliding steel. Man that was heavy!
"These two sure aren't playing around!" (George)
The halberd and sword collided repeatedly. Metsuhai and Ryo were on the move. Blow after blow, each fighter tried to outperform his opponent, but for the crowd it looked like two enraged male elephants settling scores. Metsuhai was charging repeatedly and then pushed back in the counterattack, then charging again with a battle-cry. It resembled table- tennis. At least the shield was holding out, to Ryo's displeasement, as expected. Whenever Metsuhai was forced to block the halberd on the shield, the force traveled through his body, but the shield remained unscratched. There has to be a way to go around that halberd! I have to close the distance! But Ryo didn't let Metsuhai figure it out in peace. Ryo put the pressure up. His attacks became faster and shockingly even stronger. He was relentless. Nevertheless, Metsuhai blocked every time. Slowly but surely pushed back, Metsuhai found himself on the edge of a large lava pool. Ryo struck Metsuhai's shield, almost driving him right in. But next moment Metsuhai took to the sky. With a double summersault, he landed right behind Ryo. "Ahhhh!" Metsuhai shouted, his blade closing in on Ryo. I got him now! Ryo couldn't turn around in time, however… the halberd moved just right, blocking the sword. Without even turning back, Ryo stopped Metsuhai in place. Ryo tried to slice Metsuhai from the side, turning around. Metsuhai dodged. This however was a deception, because the real attack aimed at Metsuhai was a crushing kick to the body. Metsuhai felt as if all his bones brake at once. It was devastating, even harder than Marshal's strongest blows. Metsuhai flew backwards. "Metsuhai gave us a great performance, but with that kick Ryo is definitely leading," said George, "That got to hurt!"
Metsuhai released a large white energy beam. Ryo deflected it with one hand, with ease. Then came the air-cuts. Ryo blocked them all, every last one of them stopped on his halberd. Metsuhai couldn't hide his disbelief. "You really thought the same trick you used on Marshal will work on me?!" Ryo swung his fists in fury and went to the assault. It was good Metsuhai already adapted to his might to an extent and kept his balance. He fights well but I'm stronger, Ryo thought, all I need is one good shot and he is done for. Sooner or later he is going to make a mistake, and that will be my chance to finish him off.
As the exchanges continue fiercely Metsuhai was slowly getting pushed back again. After numerous clashing blows Ryo managed to deflect Metsuhai's sword and landed a fist right to the chin. It was destructive. Metsuhai collapsed backwards.
This is it, Ryo grinned, I knocked out many opponents with this. Metsuhai is now in dream-world. To Ryo's surprise Metsuhai got back up, forcing himself up. Ryo couldn't believe his eyes. Is there nothing that can keep down this kid? I suppose it's fair to say I'm impressed.
"Metsuhai's chin must be as hard as rock!" declared Peterson. Metsuhai's head was exploding with pain but he couldn't allow himself to lose concentration. It's for the Arisu!
Metsuhai and Ryo kept battling it out in the middle of the ring. Neither one backing down. Metsuhai was sweating and his breath was getting heavier. But finally he had an idea. Metsuhai generated a huge energy ball. The ball growing fast. Ryo didn't look worried. Metsuhai raised the ball up- and the ground below Ryo rose, turning to sharp stone spikes. And as Ryo loses balance the huge energy ball landed right on top of him with a massive blast. The rocks breaking at the edge of the explosion. Then everything was covered in dust. Metsuhai was breathing really hard. He used every bit of power he could gather in that last attack. When the dust settled Ryo was still there, strained and displeased. At first glance Metsuhai couldn't find on him any visible injury. Actually he had a few small burns. His tricks are annoying. Ryo wouldn't admit it, but the previous attack was dangerous even for him. I'll finish things fast. "Holy Armor Manifestation- Right Arm!"
The overwhelming energy formed once again the golden glove. Metsuhai jumped backwards, taking a defensive stance, prepared to intercept the wide, impossible to dodge energy attack. But it never came. Instead, Ryo had the chance to comfortably power up. His energy level increased, going out of all charts. His aura burning sunset orange.
Oh no. Ryo charged at Metsuhai with speed unlike anything he had seen before. The energy blast in Ryo's previous fight wasn't really the way to use the glove to its fullest potential. That was a huge misinterpretation by Metsuhai. The glove's only purpose was to boost all of Ryo's abilities, besides of course being an unbreakable piece of armor. Ryo landed a crushing blow, the golden glove smashing right onto Metsuhai's shield. Metsuhai flew backwards like a cannon ball, crushing into one of the small volcanoes. Buried by rocks and drowning in lava, Metsuhai sank down, but not for long. Burned and in pain, Metsuhai emerged, decisive as ever. Ryo continued his assault. He was now stronger and faster than before. Metsuhai, breathing hard and fighting for his life could barely keep up.
If this keeps up I don't stand a chance. I have no choice… Hang in there, my body. I must not fail!
Dodging the halberd, Metsuhai dived down to a cat like stance, his hands touching the ground. One after the other, ten thick stone walls rose from the ground, blocking Ryo's path to Metsuhai. Ryo could easily go around them, but it wasn't his way. He was smashing them one after the other with his bare hands. This impressive demonstration of power however, gave Metsuhai the time he needed. Combined faith and sorcery power-up! Half of Metsuhai's body burned with light- blue aura, while the aura around the other half was white. Then the two energies mixed to purple with overwhelming power. The shockwave was so intense that even Ryo couldn't hide his surprise. Crushing the final stone wall, he went for Metsuhai. The sword and the halberd met with a clash and… Ryo was sent backwards.
"Ryo- thrown back, for the very first time since the start of the Armageddon Championship! Unbelievable!" (George)
The pressure on my body is extreme, but at least I'm not dead. Ryo, you are going down!
Makarov in the crowd rose sharply to his feet, "Ryo or Metsuhai, it doesn't matter. Whoever wins in the semi-finals, I cannot defeat them in the final fight. I've seen enough." Makarov left the front row without another word.
In the ring, Metsuhai was pushing Ryo back with an intense assault. Ryo took it like a man, defending with his halberd. Even with the power balance tipped to the other side, he was a fearsome opponent. Brave and with a lot of heart. His power and skill were as good as ever. Nevertheless Metsuhai kept pushing him back throughout the ring. Ryo was sweating and breathing hard. Though finally in the lead, Metsuhai was under great strain as well. His body quivering with incredible pressure.
Metsuhai kept pressing forward, almost pushing Ryo to the lava this time when Ryo kicked swiftly, the hard blow blocked on Metsuhai's shield. Metsuhai was pushed backwards only a little bit, but that was all the time Ryo needed. He stretched out both arms and unleashed his energy to all directions with a powerful explosion. Metsuhai had no choice but to defend, jumping back. The attack though, wasn't aimed particularly at Metsuhai. Most of it hit downwards into the ground. Raising heavy clouds of smoke and dust that blocked all sight.
Metsuhai was breathing hard, sweating but nevertheless full of strength. I don't know if this is good or bad. He used up a lot of power for this, he is clearly up to something. I should stay vigilant in case of a surprise attack. But this small break is just what I needed. My muscles can handle it, I think. But my lungs and heart are in danger. I don't know how much more of this I could take. Metsuhai steadied his fighting stance. Common Metsu, keep yourself together and breathe just like Tsukiyama taught you.
"Holy Armor Manifestation- Left Arm!"
With a blindingly bright surge of power, all the smoke and dust cleared in an instant, revealing Ryo holding his left hand high up. On it, another golden glove materialized.
Oh No! How much more can he further raise his power!
"We saw what Ryo can do with one glove," excitedly claimed George, "I can't even imagine what we are about to see!"
Metsuhai said nothing, but his gaze clearly gave him away. "You really thought the full extent of my power is limited to but one glove?" Ryo said as he is closing in.
Ryo charged to finish Metsuhai off. The halberd and the shield collided, sending powerful shockwaves. "I will kill you," stated Ryo as he deflects Metsuhai's sword, "But you have earned my respect. You will forever live in my memory as the first guy to ever give me a challenge."
Ryo assaulted Metsuhai non-stop with a brutal pace, his halberd slicing through the air, meeting either the shield or sword every time. It seemed like Metsuhai was barely keeping up, but only for a short time.
Then it was Metsuhai on the assault again. Metsuhai just figured out he can fight back to this level of power and his fighting spirit was back. It was an equal battle now. Actually, Metsuhai still had a very slight advantage. However it was negligible. Either side could easily be victorious if they outperform the other. The lava rivers were stormy. The volcanoes erupted. The ring around them clearly was out of balance reacting to all that power.
After the long equal exchange both men were pushed backwards, creating serious distance between them. Even with both gloves on, he stands his ground well, acknowledged Ryo. Actually he is a bit faster than myself right now. Sure, unlike me he can't keep this up for much longer. I can see his body gradually succumbing to all that pressure. But… if until then he lands a clear shot, I still might lose. And I don't want that.
"Holy Armor Manifestation- Legs!"
The same kind of energy like in both previous cases enveloped Ryo's body, concentrating around his feet.
Damn, he is becoming even stronger!
"To all the good people in the ring, sorry to distract you from the situation at hand, but look up in the sky. The eclipse is beginning! Wear your goggles or sun glasses, cause some doctors claim eclipses are bad for your sight. It's supposed to last about an hour, so half an hour from now it will be completely dark. Frankly it will be a first for me!" (George Peterson)
Truthfully, there wasn't anything to see in the sky yet. The light of the sun was barely dimmer than before if at all. Although there was some redness at the right edge of the sun.
In the ring however, two golden boots materialized on Ryo's feet.
Ryo was on the rampage, doing circles around Metsuhai. He was stronger and faster. Metsuhai was breathing hard. His body was clearly telling him he was out of stamina. Metsuhai blocked most of the hits, but not all of them. Ryo threw Metsuhai off his feet, then put a bleeding side cut beneath his knee, burning like fire. Ryo cut Metsuhai's shoulder. You fought like a champion, kid, thought Ryo, but any moment now, it will come to the inevitable conclusion. The crowd was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps they all came to admire Metsuhai's brave last stand in front of invincible Ryo, who clearly had him on the ropes.
"You there- stop! Ahhh… What do you think you're doing?!" Some freedom association guard practically screamed, with more shouts (of other guards) to follow.
Metsuhai and Ryo were still going at each other with everything they've got. They completely ignored the shouts of the security men which sounded surprisingly close. But when Makarov stormed into the ring they just had to stop and turn their attention to the wizard they both knew, even if in different ways. Makarov clearly broke all and every kind of rule, interfering like this in the fight of his competitors. This in itself was unthinkable, yet there he was, third person in the ring (not including Kadilac). And that wasn't even the worst of it.
Stumbling, going around the lava flows, Makarov made his way to the center of the ring.
He was breathing hard. His gaze insane. His wand drown. And the most disturbing about him was the blood soaked rag he was pressing to his chest to slow the bleeding.
"What the hell!!" Ryo was so shocked he simply stood there staring at him. Metsuhai was just as surprised. He was out of words. A wave of whispers went through the crowd. "What is Makarov doing in the ring?!" wondered aloud George, "It's not his fight!"
Makarov realized how strange his actions seem, and how close Ryo's halberd was. He began to frantically speak, explaining fast as if he could catch fire any moment.
"I have seen it, from the crowd seats. Whoever wins this fight outclasses me by far. There was no way for me to defeat him, I mean one of you, in the finals. Fools, who know nothing of the Chaos Stone's magical implications." Kadilac closed in, about to put an end to Makarov's interference and possibly shout at him when he heard his next sentence, stopping in place as if acid was poured on his face.
"Thus I snuck in to steal the damn thing. I myself wouldn't believe it if I haven't seen it with my own eyes. All the guards of the inner sanctum are DEMONS WEARING HUMAN FORM!..."
The five guards who by now caught up to Makarov with raised weapons stopped in place, listening to what he had to say. Though they were also slowly surrounding him.
"…The stone! It's overwhelmed with demon magic and energies from all the competitors." The whispering in the crowd intensified. At first they were booing, until the message sank in. Makarov's rude barge into the ring was far less concerning than the presence of flesh-eating demons right beneath them. Some people were getting up and starting to hurriedly pack their bags. Guards in the crowd were trying to calm the people down, claiming that a few hungry demons that might not even exist in the basement, are no threat to a whole army of trained guards.
Zlovsky ran into the ring, as if possessed, "Kadilac-sama! Our cover is blown! We must consult Uragiri-Osama!"
"Fool! Never mention the grandmaster's name!" Kadilac's voice became hoarse and deep, "There's no choice. We have to implement the doomsday final master-plan now!"
Uragiri. I need to remember that name.
"Are you sure, general? The stone is charged, but the eclipse isn't complete yet!"
"Don't argue and start moving soldier!"
The two main referees quickly headed to opposite sides of the ring. Both Ryo and Metsuhai realized the importance of what they saw.
"It seems your destruction was postponed you bastard!" declared Ryo.
"I'll take the fat one," simply answered Metsuhai. He ran after Zlovsky, expecting to catch him in an instant. Zlovsky however moved swiftly, considering how overweight he was. He even surprised Metsuhai when he went right through a lava pool without getting burned.
Zlovsky stood at the edge of the ring, lifting his hands up and whispering. The dirty crimson magic at work. Kadilac was doing the same thing from the other side. It seemed Ryo was held- back by a powerful barrier- the barrier that was supposed to protect the audience from stray attacks was apparently under Kadilac's control. Metsuhai was closing on Zlovsky with a drawn sword. "Draw your weapon you filthy demon, even abominations like you deserve a fair fight."
Zlovsky simply smiled. "I don't need a weapon to face you. But even if you somehow beat me, you're too late. Whether you kill me now or not makes no difference. The spell has been cast. You just sit back and enjoy the fireworks."
Metsuhai hesitated for a moment. He couldn't sense Zlovsky's energy, so he had no idea what to expect. Furthermore, the sheer confidence of Zlovky combined with magic the likes of which he had never seen before made him weary.
The entire ring shook as if in an earthquake. Metsuhai looked towards the center, where Makarov was limping towards the outside. The guards were arguing amongst themselves. When he looked back, Zlovsky wasn't there.
I am such a fool. Letting my guard down. He could've landed a critical hit on me. Instead he chose to make his escape. Was his confidence earlier just a trick?
The shaking of the ring intensified. The center opened to the sides like a huge horizontal warehouse door. And it opened 20 layers. Twenty floors underground. The guards all fell into the abyss instantly. Metsuhai used an air platform to avoid the fall. Ryo blasted himself out of the ring with a large energy beam (the barrier blocking his way earlier was already gone). Makarov used a spell to stay afloat, still bleeding. And from deep below the red glowing Chaos Stone rose up floating in the very center. The sky turned red.
"I don't think that was supposed to happen…" (George Peterson)
Then the ring completely caved in. The sand, snow, water, stone and lava all mixed in a chaotic mess. Small explosions detonating across and beneath the surface of the falling, solidifying matter.
Far in the sky, an enormous lightning shaped rift opened. It looked as if the sky was breaking. Metsuhai felt the incredible power of the corrupted magic. This was so unnatural and sinister.
A breach in the barrier! This is bad.
And beyond the rift, the sky was even redder. What's more, there were boats there, floating in their red world's sky. Hundreds of them.
Metsuhai wanted to spring to action, though he had no idea what to do. Before that however... Metsuhai fell on one knee, holding his chest. He couldn't ignore the sharp pain in his heart.
Damn, I have to power down before my body collapses. Metsuhai powered down (now affected only by the first faith-magic power up).
The boats began moving. That breach in the barrier between dimensions is really high in the sky. Yet we clearly see those boats…
Ryo gave up chasing after kadilac. He was making some strange movements. As if repeatedly trying to jump to the center of the destroyed ring but stopping himself in the last moment. Angry, he charged towards Metsuhai, going around the ring.
Metsuhai took his fighting stance. "What are you waiting for?!" Ryo roared on him, " jump in there and deactivate that stone, or we are all gonna die!"
"How do I do that? If you know what's going on enlighten me."
"No time for that! Use your eyes and your head to figure it out. I will push the stone's energy back long enough. Only you can do it in time!"
Up there in the sky, the bow of an enormous grey wooden ship crossed the threshold and appeared to be getting bigger by the second as it moved further in. At the front, it had a spear like battering ram. Right behind it was a large statue of baron Phaulin leaning on his blade. It was also hard to miss the red flag, marked with a yellow pentagram, waving fiercely behind it.
"Run for your life! We are all going to die!!!" shouted George Peterson, whose position left him with the clearest view of the situation.
The crowd fell into panic and mayhem fast, with many of them taking the announcer's words seriously. They rushed towards the exits, pushing other people on the way.
However demons, no longer in human forms, appeared to be blocking the exits. A couple of crushers here. A unit of three beastmen there. A small group of firestarters. Their sudden appearance turned the already messy attempts of escape into complete disaster, with half the people trying to exit, while others desperately want to get back in. the guards couldn't (for now) even make their way to the enemies because of all the people blocking the way. One unlucky old man lost his balance and soon was trampled to death by the terrified fleeing crowd. Kadilac appeared at the main exit, where no demon was spotted and many people were headed to. He released an incredible roar, still in human form, forcing the fleeing people backwards. Then his body started changing. His skin tore in a gruesome display of blood, revealing his grey flesh. His body grew monstrously and when he took his true form, he was towering above the people. Two and a half meters tall, very wide and muscular with two large horns coming out from his head. He was huge, far bigger and heavier than a crusher.
In the middle of the ring, Metsuhai and Ryo took action. Ryo, who couldn't really fly had no choice but to rely on Metsuhai's ability to stand on air. Sure, he could jump incredibly high, but the violent aura surrounding the stone, the side effect of the ultimate magic, would push him back to where he started. What made the situation even worse were the explosions and steam from the previously designated fighting platform from below.
Ryo concentrated a huge amount of yellow energy between his arms and unleashed it all at once. It collided with the suddenly visible crimson energy engulfing the stone, pushing it gradually away. Though the stone was fighting back. Ryo voiced his battle-cry, pouring more power into the blast continuously.
Metsuhai jumped up into the gap created by Ryo, landing on an instantly created air platform. He waited for a second and jumped further in, the previous gap closing behind him. If Ryo messes up or betrays me that energy is gonna give me serious burns, but if I'm right about what's going on, stopping that stone is the difference between life and death for everyone here.
Another jump, and he knew, the next one would get him to that stone. I have no idea what I'm doing, I hope it works.
Metsuhai fearlessly jumped into the heart of the crimson magic slamming his sword into the stone. The stone was only slightly knocked back, but it was enough. The crimson magic became unstable and chaotic. The stone fell into the abyss in the middle of the ring, surrounded by steam, fire and dangerous surges of magic.
Up in the sky, the rift began closing fast. But it was so big, and one ship just barely slipped through. It was clearly even bigger than the other ships. A massive, infinite boat made with combination of brutalistic and radicalistic styles. Grey-colored wood decorated with red paint, spikes, spears, chains, skulls, and red steel. Just to get the proportions of the ship one needed to look at the Blood-Fencer holding the wheel. From this distance he looked as small as an ant, while the ship could easily contain a skyscraper. On the ground, all the warriors who weren't busy getting to the demons through the crowd were silently looking up into the sky. That's including Metsuhai who made his way as fast as possible away from being in air above the exploding abyss. Right behind the ship, the rift closed with a snap, locking the other ships out. The sky was blue again. And the Titanic-sized invasion vessel blocked out all sun light, casting a huge shadow on everything. With no warning, everything shook. An overwhelming shockwave originating from the sharply- closed dimensional rift went through the sky. It was so strong it could even be felt on the ground. The super- boat which was the closest was affected most. The steersman lost control, and the ship went sharply spiraling down, doing circles in the air. With each passing moment it looked as if the boat was growing in size. The boat almost crashed into the eastern part of the arena, but the steers-blood-fencer, still trying to regain control, puled the wheel with everything he had and the ship changed course, crushing into the other side of the ring, crushing to death any viewers unlucky enough to still be present there. The collision hit the steel foundations of the announcer's tower causing it to immediately collapse. It wasn't clear if the announcer survived. But it wasn't over yet. All the survivors were looking silently at the boat that just landed. With strong squeaking sound gate doors the size of football fields opened and demons poured into the arena like an infinite ocean.
The red flood of monsters swarmed the shocked and terrified crowd, hungry for violence. Eating, biting, drinking blood, roaring and breathing fire. Every demon from the order's rookie manual that Lezner gave his students to read was there. The ground was crawling with crushers, beastmen, ratmen, firestarters, goblins and other hideous abominations. A cacophony of screams, cries and roars broke out as the dark army began consuming everything in its path. They were everywhere. Fires began spreading as fiery explosions killed helpless civilians, trapped and defenseless. For a moment it seemed all humans in the arena were gonna get eaten in seconds. Then, all the guards and warriors sprang into action. Everyone was fighting. Swords, spears and axes cut through the air, leaving bleeding wounds. Spells exploded all over the place. But the numbers were just so unfair.
Kaito, wearing his red armor was surrounded by no less than ten beastmen. They sent their spiky maces on him, beating him to death… well trying. He dodged three blows, counterattacking every time with the blades attached to his gloves with deadly precision. Then one mace struck him, almost completely blocked by his armor. That blow only made him angry. It only took a few seconds before half the beastmen were bleeding and with damaged limbs, one lying on the ground, fading fast. Kaito was about to deliver another slice when a crusher landed right on top of him, dragging him down. It was as if a big car fell on him. Kaito knew darn well that wrestling with a crusher is suicide. The crusher was aware of this as well, putting on some evil version of a smile. Kaito felt the breath of the beast, anticipating its meal. It felt like death. Also, the beastmen did not say their last word yet, preparing their weapons just in case somehow the crusher won't get the job done. It looked hopeless. Kaito threw the crusher off him with a desperate kick and rushed to get back to his feet. His sheer fighting spirit made the beastmen hesitate.
In the background, a large flock of infernal craws dove down towards the defending warriors, going for their eyes. They were fiercer than usual craws and had a third middle eye, closed most of the time. These merciless assassins knew what they're doing.
Not too far from Kaito, Gadolius waged war with the undead. A group of foul smelling, demented rotting corpses armed with huge butcher knives were dragging themselves to him, closing on him. He knocked them out with strong blows of his spiky giant club, but even when they lost essential body parts, they kept coming back up again and again.
Elsewhere, Jack Furosaki was making short work of the infernal crow army with a combination of professional boxing and his steel gloves. He didn't miss a single time. As fast as the crows were- all attempts to dodge or close the distance were a painful failure. Even an attack of twenty crows from all sides resulted with even more pilling up corpses. One punch from Jack was all that was needed to send a crow down to the ground- broken. The crows tried one more wave- using their special ability, twenty more crows were hovering around him, just out of his reach. They all opened their third eyes simultaneously, trying to break his will. Instead of collapsing or at least grabbing his head in pain, Jack's energy only got stronger. It seems they made him angry. Jack rushed at them like a cannon-ball, stomping on the ground with all his might. Jack's jump carried him into the air, there he beat to death the last of the crows who dared cross his path. The enemy however had no intention of letting Furosaki catch a break. Just as the remaining crows retreated fireballs rained down on him. A group of Firestarters set their eyes on him. Jack wasted no time closing the distance to them. He used his boxing back-and-forward movement and actually dodged all their attacks. Even the explosions didn't get him.
Vincent and his sorcery- hating friends were surrounded by Kirtar- half man half cats. Each of these war hungry beasts was like furry combination of a body building man with a head of a cat and a tail. They were armed with Arabian curved swords or battle- axes. But actually their favorite and best wielded weapon was their claws and teeth. The rest was just an addition.
"We'll show you who's boss, you sorcery made friks!" called out the blonde guy, who was actually the most afraid of the group. The answer of the Kirtar came in the form of charging from all sides.
Very close by but completely busy was Kuma. He was unlucky enough to be surrounded by a whole pack of starved drooling hell-hounds. Kuma always liked dogs and in other circumstances would feel sorry for all the various kinds of abuse these poor unnatural dogs had to go through. But right now he had to defend his life as they go for his throat. He was base-balling them with his warhammer.
Rin was shaking in his boots as he made his way to the nearest exit. He was one of the very first people aiming to escape, yet the horrors of the war were catching up to him fast. Leaving the stage was no easy business. Despite his fast reaction people continuously got in his way. He avoided activating his force-field because than there was no way to squeeze through. The thought of staying and fighting never even crossed his mind. Everywhere around him (and especially behind his back) demons were killing and eating people with no mercy. The exit was so close already, yet completely out of his reach. He had to go through all the people in the panicked crowd, not to mention the demons right after them. "Move aside, I don't belong here!" The people wouldn't listen, wouldn't pay attention to anything Rin said. The only answer he managed to get was one of the poor souls saying "demons are blocking the exits", something Rin already knew. "Let me pass! I don't want to die!" Rin called out again and again, "They're coming!" The demons were already closing on him fast with starved expressions. Rin was trapped. He began crying, the tears streaming down from his face. Rin used the strongest swear word he knew and activated his Chain of Compelling- on the people. Immediately hundreds of people collapsed with unnatural smiles on their faces, including children. "He is doing the work for us" commented a crusher not far away.
"Grrr… but I prefer them awake when I eat them." (another crusher nearby)
Rin finished his move (still shaking) by putting the exit- guarding demons to sleep and soon he was gone.
Metsuhai was supposed to be completely exhausted after his intense fight but his sense of duty and calling to fight evil took over. He knew what he had to do. There were enemies everywhere. The only question was whether to charge forward at the incoming hordes or rush to the assistance of the trapped civilians. But it wasn't this dilemma alone that stopped Metsuhai in place. He could only watch in horror as the invasion of the century unfolded before his very eyes. The monsters were coming out with no sign of slowing down. They poured out fast, not caring about running over and stomping to death their own troops that were unlucky enough to lose their balance. More and more demons kept falling into the still exploding abyss, pushed out by other demons wanting to come out as well. Though there were much less explosions now. We are doomed. We are all gonna die.
"Hey kid," Ryo's voice resembled Lezner's for a moment, as he crosses his arms "Let's see which one of us is going to take out more of these horned idiots."
Ryo's words shook Metsuhai back to reality. What am I doing, I am a warrior of the order. It's my job to protect the lives of these good people. Thinking of the odds will bring me nowhere.
"Sure big guy. It's on," answered Metsuhai confidently.
"I'm already half way there."
Surprised Metsuhai rushed to battle in panic like state, but Ryo was far ahead. Metsuhai and Ryo engaged the charging crushers. Metsuhai moved like lightning, cutting, slashing, chopping off arms. Unlike the competition, in this case he had no regrets, nothing to hold him back. The crushers of course wouldn't go down without a fight. They tried jumping on him. They tried grabbing his arms. Clawing and breathing fire on him. But he was just too fast and decisive. His blows going deep into their muscular bodies. Inflicting pain and death. "Five! Six! Seven!..."
"I'm still far ahead!" Ryo let him know, his halberd going through a crusher's neck.
"Darn!" he is good.
Back in the entrance to the underground, for the first time in a while standing in what was clearly a fighting stance but unlike any other was Marshal. He stood on top of an already defeated crusher. Alone, in the dark corridor, with his arms positioned in front of him like a flying bird's wings. Like a smaller version of Bruce Lee he waited until enemies came close enough, and then he hit them- hard.
If they get through here they'll get to the hospital. Someone has to stop them. Otherwise it's over for all the wounded fighters and the staff down there. I hope they won't find the other entrances any time soon. Well, at least I'll buy some time.
Back in the front seats, Chizue was completely surrounded by her bodyguards. Around them, especially from where the other seats were, the panicking civilians were in complete mayhem. The guards stood like a ring of iron around Chizue, keeping anyone who got too close at bay. One of the guards tried calling for reinforcements repeatedly, even using several different battle-phones (and one civilian phone) with no success. All communications were dead. Something or someone made sure whatever reinforcement would come, they would be too late. Chizue and her head of guards had to shout at each other to be heard. "Miss Arisu sama, it's not safe here," stated Morie, "We are to escort you out of this death trap. We can't go through the main entrance, I don't know exactly what's going on there but it looks bad. Men, prepare to clear all the people out of the way."