Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 25

He'd managed to gain the upper hand when things started to go horribly wrong.

"HA!" Tommy yelled, slashing at Dream again.

Dream swore, stumbling and nearly losing his footing altogether as they fought atop the barrel of the massive cannon.

Tommy grinned, gripping the katana he'd managed to snatch from Dream and circling him. He wasn't sure what he'd do when this fight eventually resolved itself, or if he'd—

—Dream snarled and rushed him. Tommy barely blocked the blow in time.

With a yell, he parried and knocked Dream back.

Dream grunted when he hit the ground and jumped back up, panting. He was clearly starting to tire—Tommy was feeling sore himself, but not as badly.

Then, without warning, the ground pitched wildly.

Tommy screamed as Manberg shook violently. Above him, below him, everywhere, explosions bloomed in the city's superstructure, entire streets collapsing in balls of fire.

And then he slipped.

Tommy shrieked, toppling backwards off the mouth of the cannon. He would've fallen to his death had Dream not lunged after him, knocking them both into the side of the inside of the cannon's maw. They bounced wildly over each other to the bottom of the extended barrel, and in the chaos, Dream stabbed Tommy in the calf.

Mind-numbing agony flooded through his entire leg as the plasma-edged blade sliced right through his leg and out the other side, instantly cauterizing and scorching the wound from the inside out.

Tommy let out a guttural scream, and crumpled.

Dream cackled wildly. "HAHAHA! You little shit, you really think you can beat me?"

In an adrenaline-fueled panic, Tommy blocked his next slash, but that left his shoulder wide open, and he paid for it dearly as Dream's blade ripped his arm open.

With an agonized howl, he lost his grip on his sword and went sprawling.

It was unpleasantly warm in the mouth of the cannon, and Tommy was starting to sweat. The core deep within was humming, pulsing and casting a bizarre purple glow over Dream and everything else.

Tommy gritted his teeth. Even with his accelerated healing, he'd need a few minutes for his wounds to mend enough that he could fight.

Those were minutes he didn't have.

"You and those L'Manberg assholes are like bugs," Dream spat, recovering his stolen katana. "A bunch of annoying little bugs, buzzing around my head and causing problems. And I've tried picking you up and putting you outside, but that's not working. So I'm going to kill you."

Tommy froze, his breath coming in frantic gasps.

This was it, he realized as Dream advanced on him, his mask smiling condescendingly. This was it, he was about to die—

—The roar of an engine filled the air.

Dream whipped around, and Tommy gasped in amazement as a biplane hurtled towards the cannon with none other than Ranboo holding onto the left wing, barefooted and dressed in nothing but sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and his gas mask, his long hair whipping about in the wind, and his eyes...

His eyes were back to normal!

"Shit!" Shouted Billzo, who was flying the plane. "Our guns are malfunctioning, god dammit this is an old-ass thing and we shouldn't've grabbed it, what the hell am I supposed to to man, what the hell am I—"