Athra

Chapter 16 - The Rouge

After sending his daughters and the Atlas game competitors off to Iter, General Jager returned to his office. Instantly an exasperated sigh escaped his body when he saw that the pile of documents on his desk had grown even larger. That explained the sympathetic look his assistant Rose had gave him when he arrived back at HQ. With a deadline of only two days, he wasted no time and began working at his desk.

He must've been working for only a couple hours when he heard a phone ringing.

'Ring!'.

He instinctively glanced at his office phone however, soon discovered it wasn't ringing.

'Ring'.

He turned towards the sound to discover it was his personal phone. Someone was calling him on his personal phone? There weren't many people in the world who had that number and whoever did, knew not to call unless it was a ... emergency. His exhausted state was wiped away in an instant, and he quickly answered.

"General we need your help" It was Becka, in background he could hear the distraught voices of children.

"Becka what's wrong?" he asked. To most people she would've sounded completely calm, but he'd known her long enough to identify the panic in her voice.

"Someone got into the orphanage and attacked Lewis. They're both out fighting through Elysi now" she explained and suddenly in that moment the General felt powerful bursts of mana towards the outskirts of Elysi.

'Great'.

"Alright stay inside the orphanage and don't let anyone leave" he told her.

"Already done".

"Good, I'll handle the rest". He put down the phone and stormed away from his desk instantly calming himself as he opened the door.

"Sir?" Rose said clearly concerned about those bursts of mana, and from the look of the faces of every other employee of the floor they were all feeling the same.

"Lewis is under attack in the southern outskirts" he explained. Without delay, Rose nodded, picked up her phone and started making calls. With an annoyed grumble the General headed off towards the stairs.

"Someone, get me Athra!" he called out to the entire HQ.

Lewis and his cloaked assailant where now on the opposite side of the King's canal. He'd successfully got him away from the orphanage, although probably completely shattered the front entrance in doing so. But a broken door could be fixed lost lives couldn't. Speaking of lost lives he was now faced with the problem of innocent citizens getting caught up in their battle. It took less than a second for Lewis to decide his course of action, his fingers curled around the air gripping it tightly. His stalker charged towards him at rapid speeds, but Lewis was faster. He swung his hand through the air, and they were both thrown high into the sky. If Lewis's attacker was ever a bit surprised by what had just happened it didn't let it show. Instantly black, deathly sickles, that looked like they were forged from dragon bone, flew from its worn and tattered cloak, they sliced through the sky towards Lewis. Instantly the wind bent to Lewis's will, and he was spun out of the sickles trajectories. With a flex of his finger his direction changed, and he rocketed towards the cloaked figure. A black gloved fist lashed out towards him but Lewis quicky dodged and gripped the cloth around its neck, using it pull himself in. He thrusted his knee forward sinking it deep into its abdomen, but it gave him no reaction. Not letting his irritation affect him he attempted to follow up with a strike to its head. however, he suddenly dashed back through the air, Just in time to avoid a black sword that severed his afterimage in half. Lewis hesitated for a moment confused on where the razor-sharp obsidian black sword had appeared from, as his attacker hadn't drawn from a subspace and there was no sheath on its body. With a quick headshake he subdued his thoughts and attempted to close the distance, but his neck instinctively snapped to the right just in time to dodge the black blade that was launched at speeds, Lewis couldn't have predicted. Completely caught off guard he failed to react to the black sickles flying towards him. He managed to twist out the trajectory of the first however, the second shredded his shirt and cut across his chest, just barely missing his ribs. Before it could attack him again, Lewis quickly threw out his hands scattering mana into the air, with a flex of his hands the air them between them condensed and crashed into the cloaked figure. It was sent flying into the roof of a nearby house bouncing off its grey tiles like a rock. However, It immediately recovered like nothing had happened and in the blink of an eye dozens of sickles coated in a white-grey, fiery aura shot out from its cloak towards him.