The Strength of Ten

Four Saves The Girl. Again.

A/N: Sorry for the really short and crappy chapter! Sorry to all who are disappointed by this! I'll try to make up for it! ;)

The Mogs advanced towards Five in what they probably thought was a subtle manner. Five backtracked slightly, accidentally cornering herself against a wall.

She composed her features, but was sending a distress signal mentally. Four, whose telepathy was actually stronger than Ella’s, seeing as he understood how to make a connection, almost immediately sensed her panic. He gestured to the rest of the Garde.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go. Five needs our help.”

Nine grinned sadistically. “Kill Mogs and protect a hot chick? Now that’s fun.”

Everyone groaned.

“Just go.” Four sighed.

“Alright, alright. Take a chill pill, Johnny.”

Then they charged. Eight was appearing and disappearing rapidly, using his Legacy to the best of his abilities, while Marina was hurling everything and anything she could into the Mogs way with her telekinesis. Nine had his glowing red staff in his hands, twirling and glowing like a circle of molten lava. Ella was standing off to one corner, shooting a machine gun with deadly accuracy.

John, of course, was burning with his trademark flames and his palms once again emanated his Lumen, used as twin lasers. He grinned as yet another Mog burst into ashes for no apparent reason, proof of Six’s handiwork.

He felt a rush of air make his flames sputter for a while, and turned. Six was visible for a second, grinning cheekily as she tossed one of the Mog swords in her hands over her shoulder, impaling a Mog without even looking. Then she disappeared again. Four sighed and shook his head in mock exasperation before turning his attention back to the fight, the illusion of irritation at Six disappearing when the grin he had been trying to keep under wraps fought its way onto his face.

Nine waved his staff in Four’s face. “Hey, Lover Boy! Concentrate!”

“Shut up, Stanley.” Four yelled jokingly at his retreating back. He enjoyed irritating Nine. He got a growl in reply.

Something told him to turn around, and he did. Behind him, the scene was complete chaos. Five was levitating just out of the Mogs’ reach, but Four could easily see she was tiring already. Her height in the air was steadily dropping, and the Mogs surrounding her wore identical expressions of bloodlust. Looking around, he realised the rest of the Garde were all engaged in their own battles, and none of them noticed the trouble Five was in.

He glanced around, hoping that none of the Mogs would suddenly decide that he was a good target to attack. With deadly stealth, he launched a super-heated, lethal fireball at the group of enemies surrounding the flying girl, incinerating most of them. The flames flew upwards and almost burnt Five, but John quickly willed them down and outwards, successfully sending the Mogs running from the blaze.

Slowly but surely, the number of Mogadorians dwindled, until they were able to finish off the stragglers and escaping before they could be identified as international terrorists – not the first time for Four – for annihilating a national monument.

Again, that was crappy. Sorry all!