Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Healing and Hurting

The hooded figure stood behind their army of the undead, corpses let out their horrid rasp roars with whatever remaining vocal cords they had left in them. Though their puppeteer's face was overshadowed by the cloak, their pupil's shone through, a bright Orange like the dawn of a crisp and clear sunrise.

Cloak swaying in the wind, they spoke, "I only want the prince, it isn't my intention to harm you students."

He had an accent, it was familiar but America couldn't quite put a finger on it. It didn't seem to be one from Asia or Africa, perhaps central or Britannia? It was usual that America would forget.

In any case, such an ability to control life and death was no doubt dangerous, breaking all the rules of Mother Nature, disrupting the circle of life. Lifting his hand, the mass wave of undead swarmed right at them, the polish girl's wings slammed upwards and twisted around her body.

In her grasps, a long metal chain formed, translucent and glowing white, paired along with golden highlights. Those long chains snaked around the crowd of rotting corpses, they were fettered, confined into a circle.

Howls of agony ripped through the air as the chains around them tightened and sliced right through the masses, carving them into two halves.

The light in their eyes flickered till it stagnated into a pool of nothingness once again. Sounds of bones clattering to the ground were paired with more corpses bursting through the dirt.

Poland stared from above, destroying them were futile, he would just spawn more. But with every ability, there is a weakness, will he run out of energy the more he summons?

There was only one way to find out.

She repeated again and again, destroying each wave. A few of the others came to assist her, China let out a blazing fireball that eradicated a dozen while Germany unsheathed her long sword, she never leaves without it, it's one thing she had in common with Japan.

Side by side the two sword wielders sliced through the crowd like a curtain of grass, assisted by offense in the air and China's immense firepower.

The crowd grew denser and denser, with every corpse they slay, 10 more would appear. Suddenly a wave of energy burst through, parting the mob into two.

"Your ability should be handy," Japan grinned at South who had just saved their asses.

What they didn't realize was the puppeteer disappearing into the crowd, America saw the bushes behind him shift. A cloaked figure jumped out, scythe in his grasps. It's blade was crystalline teal like stained glass, and it proved to be lethally sharp when it dug into the prince's arms despite his arms being transformed into metal.

'A low grade ability restricting metal, or perhaps glass?'

Droplets of blood slid down the blade, leaving no stain, despite him being very strong, this person was no match for America. But the prince's main priority was to unmask this person, who was he?

'He would make a great ally!' Was America's first thought. But it would be wiser to just kill him, too unpredictable.

Russia rushed over, it seemed America had something planned, but even as the two fought one on one, the cloaked figure still continued to expand his undead army.

He knew better than anyone the prince's capabilities, he can definitely beat the enemy.

More arms sprouted out the ground near the two of them, all being incinerated by the blazing blue fire crawling up their bones.

Amidst the deadlock, America extended his hand, a bullet whirred past the cloaked figure's head, narrowly missing a fatal injury. Unfortunately for him, the bullet ripped his hood in the process, taken aback, he faltered.