War for the Skies (completed) (Book 1 of the Heroes of the Realms series)

Chapter 46

The Ravager quickly pulled out a revolver and started shooting. I ducked behind a table for cover, but bullet holes shot through the thin wood so I started running.

"Where you going to?" he chuckled. "We're just beginning..."

I turned to face him, but he suddenly has disappeared.

Uh-oh I quickly thought. I stopped dead in my tracks. Where had he gone?

"Right here, chief," he said before a burst of orange light appeared in front of me, taking form of the Ravager. He punched me in the face, sending me tumbling back. I tried to use my sword, but he just kicked it out of my hand.

"Well, well," he grinned, evilly. "I don't know why all of the other Legends struggled so hard to do this..."

He placed the end of his gun on my forehead and it felt warm. Even if he didn't shoot me, I might've had a burn on my forehead for a while. The heat made me wince as his finger crawled toward the trigger. My heart was beating rapidly. I tried to concentrate my energy so  could make him lose balance or something, but with a gun pointed at my forehead, that proved to be pretty difficult.

Luckily, Dawn saved me. A vine made its way from the ground and slowly up the Ravager's legs. He didn't seem to notice as it was quite a tiny vine, but I could see Dawn focusing hard on the task at hand. With a quick motion, she pulled her hands toward her back and the Ravager was sent flying toward her.

She moved out of the way, and the Ravager slammed into some tables which got crushed under his weight. His revolver slammed to the ground with a loud TING!

He groggily stood up.

"Well, now you see why," I smirked.

"Heh... I guess I can..." he still smiled, and then another version of himself appeared in front of him.

The second him charged at me with a dagger, but I quickly used the wind to bring it to my hand. The Ravager's clone was awfully close, so I raised my sword in defense. His blade bounced harmlessly off of mine, but he continued slashing. He slashed and slashed at my blade until I felt like it would break in my hands.

I took one hand off of the blade. Big mistake.

He struck down with his knife so hard that my hand holding the sword lost its grip, and my sword fell to the floor. I felt my hand burn with pain. For a second, the awful thought of him cutting off one of my fingers crossed my mind, but when I looked at my hand, it was just bleeding with a large slash across my knuckles. Great.

I used my right hand -the good hand- to focus the wind in front of him, blasting the second Ravager backwards. Apparently, his clones weren't as tough as the original, because once this guy slammed against the wall, he imploded, then exploded in a show of orange light.

I cried in pain as I looked at my hand. My fingers started feeling numb the more I looked at it. And I know you guys are like Oh alright, then just don't look at it, but it wasn't that easy to take your eyes off of your hand bleeding dramatically.

The original Ravager- or who I thought was the original Ravager- was fighting against Dawn, knives against tree trunks and leaves.

I looked around desperately for a bandage or something to cover it up and stop the bleeding, and I grabbed the edge of a tablecloth. With my other hand, I took my sword and slashed part of the cloth. I was planning on wrapping it around my knuckles tightly so it would stop bleeding out, but I wasn't the first aid master, and I was doubtful the tablecloth would do much.

"How do you stop a wide slash on your hand from bleeding?" I asked, to the Ravager or Dawn I didn't know myself.

"Is it the time to be asking that?" Dawn asked, as she brought up another tree root from the ground to meet the Ravager's arc which would've cut off her head if she hadn't.