Lord Loki And The Quarrel With A Boot

In Danger Again

Last time: [Arthur and I stand back-to-back, we try to protect each other but sooner or later one of us was going down. One of them is holding back though, his glare is fierce and strangling. I shouldn't be giving way to him intimidation, but I do.

He unsheathes a bronze sword, armed with the most elite weaponry. He wasn't cloaked like the others, if he was confident showing his identity in a school full of reaper-haters, what was he afraid of? He smirks at my hesitance to attack him, my eyes widen in anticipation. Taking advantage he strikes down.]

I block his blow weakly and my wrist throbs from the shock. It was definitely a game of kill or be killed, he tries to cut me up into little pieces, but my brother and I never let our defense lower just lower enough for our heads to meet the chopping block. We weren't completely helpless like they thought. Despite underestimating us, their formation holds strong, they're relentless.

More came out from the darkness then, fifteen or more Reapers, and they were headed straight for Gwen and Logan who already had enough on their swords to deal with. Arrows pour from overhead, taking out about four Reapers, Daphne. Thank the gods. My blood's wired with the adrenaline of battle. The only problem was, I was low on arrows and my excuse of a sword was long gone.

Arthur's eyes lock with mine in desperation "Go, we've got this covered!" Racing towards another reaper he ducks under his blade, and using his own sword against him the reaper plummets to the ground. Arthur hardly has a chance to recover as his blade it twisted from his grip and fell to his side where the reaper kicked it away.

"Hardly looks like it" I shout back over my shoulder, trying to shake off this weirdo still attacking me. His slices are defensive and deliberate. He wasn't just holding back, he was playing with me! How dare he, he'll see how wrong he is.

In a low voice he says "Trust me" How am I supposed to trust him? I know he's my brother and all that but seriously? It makes matters worse that he expects me to abandon him.

"Oh, sure." I say with venom. "Put my trust in the boy who left me with a drunk! Huh?" I retort back. Sometimes Arthur could be seriously over-protective. I could handle situations on my own. Always insisting that I let him do all the work, so he gets all of the credit? I think not.

A piercing scream rings though my ears. I rush over to Arthur who lays in a thick red puddle, I cant help but fear the worst. Three reapers stand over him, one with a sword raised above his head. Instincts take over and

Before I know what I'm doing my arms act on their own and I shoot aimlessly at them, one falls to the ground and the other two regroup.

As I near him I realize how badly hurt he is. I don't understand why the reapers aren't attacking me but I push the thought aside as I kneel beside him. I really need to sort out my priorities. My outstretched hand reaches his wrist, nothing. I intertwine my fingers in his. "No. This can't be." I cant help but feel a pang of gilt wash over me. This was all my fault. I drape his arm over my shoulder along with my bow, hauling him along towards the classroom once more.

"Look out!" He hissed in pain. Turning around, Arthur had deflected a critical blow to my skull but in the process splitting my bow and quiver in half. Several arrows tumbled beneath us. "You're welcome." He whispers smugly.

Although I'm more then relieved he's alive, he is in no condition to be protecting me at this moment. Why does always feel the need to protect me? "Don't be so quick to assume-"

"Silvia, run!" Gwen shouts over the clashing of the battle that broke out. More and more students appeared from in their dorms, taking arms as the fights grew out of hand. The school had been breached. The academy's so called 'defenses' now useless. This is definitely not what I had expected the day to end, ugh, Mondays

I wanted to help but I'd just be getting in the way. That seems to be what I do best after all. The best way for me to help was be to get out of their lives, good ridden I guess. They were the real heroes after all. I ducked under an arrow aimed at my head. Mythos Academy was definitely no longer safe, for me at least.