Crimson Infinity

Watcher

"Frost, six o'clock!" The swordsman screamed out to the brunette.

Shoko turned in time to see the Watcher's claw headed right for her. She hastily put her arm up and encased it in a block of ice, but the attack shattered the block and sent her flying into the swordsman.

The two crashed against the wall, and amidst the swordsman's groans, the footsteps of the Watcher were all that the brunette could hear. She let out an audible gulp as the creature drew closer and closer, her mind almost blocking out every other sense. Almost.

"-block!" The swordsman's words finally got through to the brunette, and she raised both her hands up to form a large block of ice. It was crude in design, but compared to her previous attempt was a success. Small chunks of ice fell as the Watcher's fist collided with it, but the shield remained.

"Frost, when I give you the mark, throw that block at it, alright?"

Shoko nodded to the swordsman's request, and watched as he ran out of cover. Sword held low, he swung upwards to intercept the Watcher's next attack. His blade sliced through the creature's arm, causing it to let out an otherworldly scream as it recoiled in pain.

"Frost!"

"Got it!" Shoko reformed one of the block's edges into a point and flung it at the Watcher, hitting it right in the face. The block shattered as the creature fell on its rear, a large crack now on its skull.

A black mist enveloped the stump on its left arm as it soon began to regenerate at an accelerated pace. Forcing itself up, the Watcher's eyes gleamed as its arm had finished forming and with a roar charged the swordsman.

The swordsman scoffed at how predictable its movements were and horizontally swung his sword.

To his surprise though, the Watcher suddenly slid backwards, avoiding the attack all together, and rushed in once more. Before he could react, the Watcher swatted him away to the side.

He groaned in pain as he clutched the right side of his chest. A small pool of blood began forming under him and as he looked for his sword, cursed his luck upon seeing it lying helplessly on the ground a good distance away from him.

Shoko gulped, the Watcher was drawing closer and closer to the swordsman's helpless form. Her heart was pounding fiercely, and various thoughts began to rush to her head. She found herself stuck in a lose-lose situation; there was no getting out now. She closed her eyes and began to think.

The first choice was to attack the Watcher in any way, maybe try to buy some time for the swordsman to pick his sword up or at least get away. Doing so, however, would definitely attract the creature's full attention and direct its killing intent to her, so she'd come out of it, at best, gravely (possibly even fatally) wounded.

The second choice was to stun the creature long enough for her to grab the Watcher and make a dash for it. She wasn't confident and being able to keep up her normal face with a full-grown man slung over her shoulder, but that would be the only way for her to still have one arm free. After all, she had yet to master her abilities.

The third (and quite possibly the worst option) was to simply turn tail and run, leaving behind the swordsman to face fate's machinations. She'd come out of it fine, sure, but the guilt would last for a lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and extended her arm, a surge of ice blasting straight out towards the floor. She began to draw a trail around the court, making sure to go over certain areas more than once. The density and thickness of ice was inconsistent throughout the court, but it was just what she needed.

Holding both of her hands together, she formed a long spear made of ice and took it in her right. With a gulp, she slid towards the fallen swordsman.