Necromancer For Hire- Arc 8

Arc 8, Chapter 36

The Assault

The rickety door flew off its hinges, the hard sole of Matthew’s boot providing it with a fair amount of propulsion.

Silver Moon was met with a dingy, cluttered room, with several men and women sitting around on foldable chairs. The door smacked to the ground, which was the only call for attention the team needed.

“Hey, you guys aren't supposed to be in here!” a man barked, pulling a pistol from his belt.

Bang.

A bullet buried itself between the eyes of the man, Morena’s cold eyes flashing with anger. She kept her rifle at eye level, preparing to take another shot.

A grim second passed as the remaining people in the room glanced from the corpse on the floor to the group of mercenaries at the entrance, processing the fact that they were under attack.

“Take us to your superior and no one else gets hurt,” Umbra murmured, letting the butt of his scythe hit the floor, an ominous noise that shattered the silence.

“We'll kill you where you stand!”

Chaos erupted. Umbra’s world melted into a blur of magic and bloodshed, sparks and flecks of scarlet flying by his ear.

Umbra kept himself at a distance from his foes, surprised at the amount of strength they produced. Matthew covered his rear, fighting hand to hand. They fought in a mad dance of blades and fists, tossing enemies between them, finishing them off together.

In the corner of his eye, a violet streak told him Aunora was having the time of her life, wrapped in her magical armor and tearing through her own battles with brute strength and studded gauntlets.

A fist buried itself in Umbra’s ribcage, knocking the air from his lungs. He staggered back, almost dropping his weapon. Reeling back to recover, Umbra found himself at mercy for another blow.

A mass of energy slammed into his foe, glowing blue and dripping wet. Umbra recognized it as the same color as Victor’s spirit fire.

“I got you covered!” Morena called from across the room, too enthralled in her own fight to maintain eye contact.

Light bled from the corner of the room, Seraph’s palms ignited with magic as he and Esper stood their ground. Seraph’s gait was unsteady, a side effect of the wound Celeste had given him, but worked through it effortlessly, producing beams of light energy and opaque shields.

“It's over!” Umbra shouted he pulled his blade from a corpse, shaking the blood off, “We're going upstairs.”

Silver Moon was silent as they climbed the staircase, the adrenaline and energy still coursing through them, but the direness of the situation forcing them to remain serious. Umbra’s hands trembled against his weapon, heart pounding in his ears.

There were only four people on the second floor, but they were prepared to fight. This, however, did not manage to defeat the overwhelming desire for Victor’s safety.

“Umbry, there's another room over there,” Matthew murmured, jerking his thumb to his right, “We should clear it too.”

Umbra strained his ears, a low mutter catching his attention. “There's someone in there. Follow my lead.”

To Umbra’s surprise, the door was unlocked, hiding a small office. A scrawny man sat at a desk, frantically yelling into his cellphone.

“This is code red! We need back up, right now! There's a group of psychos ripping through this pla-” he looked up, suddenly noticing Umbra’s presence, “They're here!”

“This is embarrassing,” Aunora growled, shoving past Umbra and grabbing the man by the back of the head. She slammed him against the desk, crushing his phone with her foot.

“Tell us where you keep the prisoners. I know they're here,” she dragged his head closer, “Where's my son?”

The man spit blood in her face, grinning with a mouthful of chipped teeth. “You think I'll break that easily?”

“We are not progressing any with this,” Seraph said, his airy voice taking on a harsh edge, “There is no time for this.”

Seraph’s body was encased in light, growing larger and leaner. A serpentine dragon stretched inside of the room, hovering above the man, his canine lips drawing into a snarl.

The color drained from the man’s face, his body trembling in his chair. Umbra’s blood ran cold when a flash of a tattoo was revealed on his arm- the same symbol from the Circle of Life.

“Y-you're looking for those necromancers, right? They're on the top floor!”

Author's Note- seraphs hecking pissed