Problems of the Gifted

The last stand

(*Note: TW-violence, TW-blood, TW-injury, TW-trauma*)

(Dhalia Dever pov.)

"So, our troublemaker has arrived after all."

Come on now, Dhalia. You know how to beat Creed.
You trained for so many years now.
TOL techniques, his techniques, have been carved in your brain for years.
His drones must have been shut off by now- it's time for me to play the part.

Slowly taking a few steps, I command:
"Stop this right now. This will not end well, your scheme will only bring more chaos!"

He turns around at this:
"Since when do you have the courage to talk like that? I'd say it's rather foolish of you. Given my ability."

What? Creed doesn't have an ability-

That's when it hits me.

He used the ability he extracted in front of me from one of his own agents.
Creed even explained it to me that day:
The ability ejector can take, but also give abilities.

"Ah, good. You are already catching on, it seems."

That's really not good.

Ultimately, I recall the ability of that agent.
It multiplies one's strength by 10 times.
In this case, it's Creed's strength.
Which is why he chose that ability- in order to prevent me from ruining his plans.
And although I managed to get away, here I am, facing him again.
Perhaps Creed already knew it would come to this, that I'd return to prevent the war from happening.

He smiles, his left eye giving me an icy and threatening look:
"So you understand the situation you're in?
It would've been better if you didn't leave TOL, but running away out of fear is even more pathetic."

He takes a few steps towards me.
However, I remain where I am and raise my hand at him, ready to blast with energy.
This time, I am not backing down.

"I'll just end it right here then."

With a pitiful glance he laughs:
"You will kill me? That's some b-"

Without hesitation, I shoot a purple sphere loaded with energy next to him, causing the glass window to shatter into hundreds of pieces.
Creed immediately holds his tongue.
First he eyes the hole in the window behind him, which allows some cold air in, and then turns his head to me.
At that, a feeling of content fills me when I see his surprised face.

Samael Creed, leader of TOL and the most feared criminal, got caught off guard by a seventeen-year-old girl.
I could put that in my application papers one day.
If all of this works, that is.

Therefore, I aim with my hand right at him:
"Next time I won't miss.
So surrender before I actually kill you."

His expression turns neutral in an instant.

With a shrug he replies:
"If this is the way you want it, fine."

My aim is perfect once again, though he dodges out of the way, using the claimed ability and coming right at me with high speed.
There's not much time to attack again, so block his punch by focusing all energy on his fist.
In turn, it sends him sliding backwards a little.

I thought that would have more effect.

Creed's second attack comes unexpected again.

I won't be fast enough to shield myself! However...

As he goes for a second punch, I lean on my hands, swinging backwards swiftly.
Almost in form of a cartwheel, I kick him right in the chest, making him stagger back in disorientation.