have another chapter because i basically have the whole week off due to floods.
you dash away right behind him and head for the final five carts along with kyojuro, ready to protect the passengers with whatever you have.
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YOU DASH RIGHT AFTER KYOJURO INTO THE FINAL FIVE CARTS, HE TURNS TO YOU WITH A SMILE.
"you look after these two carts, i'll look after the other three. call me if you need me!"
he dashes off again, you just nod and unsheathe your katana,
frost breathing, fifth form ; frost flakes
(okay, don't mind the terrible names. and pretend she mastered five forms, not three)
your blade encases itself in a thin, yet sturdy layer of frost.
you dash forward, slashing through the meat tentacles which were reaching for humans, you run into the second cart, doing the same thing.
your eyes dart to the cart you had just left, seeing a tentacle just inches from a lady's face.
you curse yourself, you wouldn't be able to reach that on time, you click your tongue and extend your right hand, sending a particle of ice directly at it, piercing it and rendering it unable to move.
you jump forward and slash it and the surrounding few, trying to get as close to the base as possible to make it regenerate slower.
you could feel a pit of anger in your stomach as you slice through each tentacle.
who gave that lousy demon the right to stomp around in people's dreams like that? who gave that demon the right to show people dreams before killing them?
and just who was it that had managed to be in your dream? black hair, purple marks? you were sure you knew nobody by that description, but it seems somebody like that knows you.
had you met them here? or had you met them back home? or, had you even met them at all? maybe, it was just your subconscious driving that boy away, the chances of it actually being someone was low, yet at the same time, still possible.
you shake your head and continue slashing at every grubby little tentacle that made its way towards these innocent humans.
you grimace as one wraps around your ankle, you bend yourself over and slash it, flipping away into the new cart as one goes to wrap itself around you.
your eyes widen as the train starts to rattle before you see the carts disconnect themselves from eachother.
you grit your teeth and grab hold of just as many people as you could before you get flinged right off the train, you see everything go black as you hit the ground.
you could only pray that everyone else made it out safe.
