Callista of the Abyss

Chapter 7

what is love?
love is missing
the person you miss
the most
when everyone is around

Callista looked on for a split moment as Skirk fell into the hard cold floor. She let go of Ajax completely who reached out and yelled back for her.

Ignoring him with tears in her eyes racing towards Skirk. She slid on her knees to her side as Manguu Genki fixed itself back up.

Skirk sword slid off to the side, Cal holding onto Skirk by her arms. She held her up, begging for her to open her eyes.

Skirk lay still, a stead trickle of blood leaving her mouth down her chin. Callista felt a warm liquid stain her shirt, looking down she took sight of the dark maroon color.

She looked down to Skirk again sobbing. She shook her head in denial, turning around to face Ajax, Skirk's blood smeared on her face and hands.

Ajax gave a horrified look in fear and pain. Anger took him over as he glared at Manguu Genki. A newfound need of justice and revenge breaking through his soul.

He stood up, trying his best to ignore the searing pain on his leg and arm. He gripped his knife facing Manguu Genki.

Charging toward it, swinging around the blade, blinded by anger.

Yelling and crying as he attacked it. The health of the opponent was already low from the damage dealt by Skirk.

Finally finishing off the monster in front of him, blood from himself and Manguu Genki littered his clothes and skin.

He didn't mind it. He relished in the feeling of taking revenge on the thing.

Turning to face Cal and Skirk now, he dropped the blade and made his way towards the two. Slowing waking turned into eager sprinting across the floor.

Finally making it to them, tears were steaming down his face and he saw the lifeless look on his teacher. Callista was gripping onto her sobbing into her clothing.

Begging for the comfort she once brought, Ajax dropped to his knees holding onto his arms.

Ajax looked at Callista, silently vowing to himself that he would never let anything take another one of his comrades away from him.