No Hope. Only Bloodshed. (Akame Ga Kill x Cal's apprentice male reader.)

Chapter 11: Three Dead, One Saved

Y/N P.O.V.

The hulk of a man advances, his blade raised to kill me. He brings them down with the intent to cut me in half, only to be deflected when I bring my double-ended saber up to defend. His ear-to-ear grin grows wider, before adjusting his grip, and splitting the ax in half.

Wait... what is he-SHIT!

With barely any time to react after he threw one of the blades, I split my saber in half, bounce the airborne blade off the plasma bar, and upon realizing that it's coming around for my back, I chuck one of the blades, guiding it with the force to continuously repel the flying ax as I approach to strike the giant. He brings the blade down like a guillotine, and I feel the skin of my cheek split open as I just barely sidestep the attack, bringing my saber up with the intent to relieve him of his arm, only to be deflected several feet, and only managing to damage his hand - relieving him of three fingers.

(Beastly Man) - Well, shit. You're the real deal.

...he seems more annoyed than I anticipated. I don't know what I expected, but that wasn't it.

(Y/N) - What can I say? I have nothing better to do until scum like you worm your way out of the woodwork. Gotta find some way to stay sharp right?

(Beastly Man) - HAH! Finally! Somebody who gets it! Don't get me wrong, once she has a job for us, Esdeath lets us run wild all we want, but when we're off the clock, our leashes are tight! 

I gain a brief flash in my mind of the woman who slew Master Kestis. I am then treated to the visage of a young man with a recorder, and an older gent who seemed focused on an ornate ring, resting on the middle finger of his right hand.

If she places so much faith in these three to make them feign our names, then she should have trained them more. My dreams as of late may have weakened my body. My mind however, is another case. As the recorder-wielding psychopath is about to find out.

Launching myself back, evading the large man's attack, I take the shortest of the three by surprise, tearing away his recorder with my free hand, and tossing it away, I thrust my blade into the blonde's stomach, ripping my saber upward, splitting him in half through the brain. The near-split body crumples to the ground, and I turn to the last remaining combatant currently on the battlefield. He seemed briefly shocked - or perhaps intrigued - in his advance, but he didn't stop. His second blade returns to his hand, and he swings both, with the intent to tear me apart. I switch my blade to the backhand position, catching and reattaching the second blade after calling it back to myself.

Bouncing both blades off of my own, the beastly man stumbles back, unleashing a deep, guttural growl that does nothing to unnerve me. Upon regaining his stance, he steps to the side, just barely missing having his heart burned out, looks over his shoulder and ducks, forfeiting the right horn of his headband to Bulat's spear. I use the force to drag one of the unconscious bodies against his heels, causing him to fall backward on his ass. Bulat plants an armored foot on his weapon, pinning it to the deck, and I waste no time in taking his head off his neck. 

Allowing for a brief, momentary reprieve, I release the breath I didn't even know I was holding, and allow myself to relax for a bit before tensing up again. Where's the third one?

*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Caught unawares by the sound of applause, I pivot on my heel to face towards the sound, and my lightsaber is immediately knocked from my hand when a tendril made of water strikes at my wrist. The blade deactivating at the behest of the pressure sensor in the hilt. Taking note of where my weapon lands, I direct my focus to the slender gentleman in front of us. Sans his white gloves and undershirt, he's dressed all in black, with an obsidian bolo tie the only thing decorating the shirt beneath his jacket. His light-grey hair lightly swaying in the sea breeze.