Elemental brothers oneshot story

fight back

Okay like before-

Warning ⚠️: there will be ooc, cringe plot, grammar mistake, heavy violence, gore, heavy language

If you are uncomfortable with this, please don't read this one, and one more thing, I suck at writing fighting scene so.... Yeah

That is all

Enjoy!
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"Yes... Yes! I can feel it, earth, sturdy and warm, one more spark and you are mine!"

Gempa struggle even more as he can feel his soul being forcefully rip out of him, retakka laughter are mute by the agony pain he felt.

"Help..."

But then a flash of red.

"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM!"

CRACK! BOOM!

Red lightning ripped through the forcefield like it was made of paper, retakka step back, letting gempa go in the process.

Gempa fell but he never touched the ground as Hali was there in an instant.

He caught his brother with a swiftness that felt more like instinct than thought. His brother body slumped into his arms, limp, shaking, breath hitching like each inhale was a war.

Hali didn't speak.

He didn't ask if Gempa was okay, he didn't whisper comfort or call his name.

He just held him.

Tight.

Protective.

The way someone holds something they just nearly lost.

Gempa coughed, a rasping, raw sound that shook his whole frame. He clung to consciousness like a thread in a storm, gasping soundlessly, his hand weakly grabbing onto Hali's jacket, more reflex than strength.

But Hali didn't look at him.

His eyes were locked on Retakka.

That glare, it wasn't rage, it wasn't fury but it was pure murder.

A cold, terrifying stillness like the eye of a storm about to swallow the world whole.

Hali's whole body trembled not from fear, but from the impossible restraint it took not to lunge.

The red lightning that crackled across his shoulders now flowed like blood from a deep wound, humming with the sound of vengeance.

Retakka just stood there.

Unbothered.

Unmoved.

Unrepentant.

He lifted one hand, inspecting his clawed fingers like an artist admiring his brushwork. A soft, golden green glow began to pool in his palm, warm and pulsing like stolen life.

He didn't look at Hali, he didn't need to, he could feel the hate burning into his soul and still, he smiled.

"Only half" he muttered, almost to himself.

The glow pulsed, shimmering faintly with the essence of earth, Gempa's energy, twisted and tainted.

"But that's fine" He looked up, eyes gleaming with cold triumph.

"It's more than enough"

Hali moved.

No warning. No roar. No hesitation.

Just pure, silent fury.

One moment he was holding Gempa, the next he surged forward with a burst of red lightning, Gempa's weight gently passed into Thorn's waiting arms as if Hali knew he would be there.