Dypes The Soul Keeper. (2)

Chapter 14: They Move

The city in full swing chaos, explosions left, right and centre. Screaming heard throughout the great white city. Arrows swished through the air as well as fire, ice and lightning. Blood paved alleyways and inside of buildings. Fire engulfed homes and shops and the dead littered the pavements as decorations. The once busy civil city gone now hell was ever present. The front gate captured by the knight’s waves of knights swarmed in running through the streets. Newt and a few other mage captured mage all tight up and guarded by many knights.  The great mage building in the centre of the great city swallowed up in a great energy. No knight or mage dared enter the building or go near it. Fear echoed from the building and death was a certainty. Three of the royal mage roamed the city in different directions. Helping were they could and stopping knights. The mage still fought even with the gate lost many put up a great fight stopping entire waves of knights. In the East Isis with civilians defended a large church from oncoming troops. To the north a royal guard set up traps with other mage to slow down knights and to the west the last royal knight took on waves of troops with other battle mage. Running through the maze like streets of Gord, Set the current sword saint slashed open white armour with a teenage girl following him. In the midst of all of this one mage jumped from each battle field stopping entire legions at a time. Haya the black ninja used his light magic to move around the city with ease stopping any and all who dared oppose him.

“I can’t hit him!” Screamed a knight before his chest exploded with metal and blood. Haya’s fist smashed through killing the knight.

Before the other knights could even turn to see him he had vanished into the light. This would be the fifth patrol Haya had wiped out. One knight tried to run but was met with a grim fate as his legs exploded. Screaming in agony he hit the paved ground and tried to crawl away.

“You should never have come here.” Haya said as he appeared above the knight. His face covered with black wraps and his tone dire. The knight could only look up as he watched a wrapped black fist smash into his skull.

One knight was left and he held his sword straight aiming at Haya. “You may kill me but you will not win. We managed to get capture Newt of the royal four we can get you Haya.” His voice unmoving he was ready for his fate a true knight and an experienced one. He had seen war before and knew his life was forfeit the moment he entered Haya’s range.

“Wrong, I will win you will not capture me.” Haya said as he started to unwrap his face bandages. “The old man to his deepest regret allowed me to do something he hasn’t done in years.” Still unwavering the knight stared down Haya as his face was now exposed. A smug grin crossed his face and his short white hair glowed with freshness. The scar that crossed his face from right eye to left even gave off a hint of happiness. “He let me go wild!” 

The knight died before he could finish his blink. A hand threw the upper chest. Fresh hair seeped through the wound and blood poured out. His white armour stained and the pavement below formed a new puddle. Yet the knight did not fall a sign of his conviction.

“War a thing to get you killed, a thing of glory and a thing of fun. Yet who is right? I will tell you who. The winner.”

On his knees with his hands behind his back and his wound burning into his body. Newt looked down into the ground defeated. His two coloured hair stained with dirt from the ground and his clothes also dirty. A great slash on his torso from where Coext slashed him with his real sword. Regret formed inside his stomach as he failed Tate and the city. A few of his mage stayed and tried to help him with the king but were also captured. Blood was fresh in his mouth from the beating a few of the knights gave him. A small price to pay he saw it as a fit reward for failing to stop the advance. He had nearly gotten the king that what was eating him the most. He had underestimated the king at the last second and was slashed. Newt was surrounded by at least fifty knight and all ready to kill him at a whim. If the king hadn’t given the order for his alive capture we would be dead.