Mist stood, and the other Leaders gathered around her. Farniir had gone still.
"Take him to the healer's tent," she instructed several thieves who were standing nearby.
"But he's..." Pom began.
"No! Take him there now," she said gruffly. She stood in the middle of the battlefield in a clearing the armies had been avoiding because it was slick with blood. She stood in the middle, her head down and breathing hard. She heard footsteps approaching and turned to see who it was. Savini stood in front of her, clapping slowly, his armor splattered with blood and his expression gleeful.
"Well done. Well done! You've managed to kill Director Farniir. How sad," he mocked. Mist looked up at him through her hair, her head still down and breathing hard.
"What's wrong? Angry? Grieving? Such emotions are what make you weak." he snarled. Mist finally raised her tear streaked face.
"I'm done losing people," she said.
And then the tide of the battle changed.
Mist spread her wings and rose in the air. She looked down and saw many of her fellow thieves bleeding on the ground, moaning in pain. The once green field was now bright red in the light of the dim moons. She let out a scream of rage and lifted a hand. She shut her eyes and imagined all the shadows in the universe coming to her call and created a weapon out of the darkest part of her mind.
When she opened her eyes, she held a long scythe with a gleaming blade of dark silver at least four feet long. Black and red ribbons surrounded the handle. She turned it to the side and pointed it at Savini. He hissed at her, and pulled out a gun, shooting beams of light and energy at her. She merely flicked and twirled the scythe around, blocking the bursts of energy. Each time the blade was struck, she felt a little vibration up her arm as her weapon absorbed the shock.
She dropped down and landed with a thud. Mist turned her scythe to the side and let the blade rest on the bloody ground as she rested momentarily. Once she caught her breath, she raced towards him and flung it forward, wrapping the scythe around Savini's neck. It was curved and wickedly sharp on that side, so when she yanked it back and forward, it cut Savini deeper and deeper in the back of his neck. He was finally able to duck before she finished him off, and Mist stumbled a little at the force. He pulled out his electric blade and sliced at her, but she twirled around and swung her scythe upward, shattering his blade.
Savini opened his mouth to say something but then shut it and took out two sais instead. He leapt at her, slashing like a madman. Her surprise at his furious assault caused her to hesitate for a split second, but then she blocked each strike as Savini shrieked in pure rage and began to attack even faster. Mist let out a roar of pain as one of them flew right by her defense and cut her shoulder.
She spun her scythe around and swung it sideways. Savini ducked with a grin and Mist growled. Pom suddenly appeared next to Mist wielding a large white gun pulsing with energy. As he began to shoot at Savini, Mist noticed the other Leaders falling back and fighting together.
Razor, with his hands alight with burning flames,
Teardrop with a sword of purple and green glowing in her hands.
Pomegranite holding two white guns that were shining in the moonlight.
And herself, staring intently at Savini with her scythe pointing at him. He spat on the ground angrily. Maelstrom appeared next to him, his horns shining with flecks of blood, his tattered wings twitching eagerly.
"Fine! Rise up! All of you! See if I care!" Savini shrieked. Mist twirled the scythe around and aimed it back at both of them.
"Now all that's left is for Farniir to get back up," Razor commented.
"What?" Mist asked in confusion, dropping her intimidating glare.
"The blade was electric, he's going to wake up," Razor said, like it was obvious.
"I love being talked about in the third person," Farniir said as if on cue, and stepped forward, a slash on his armor. "Also, ow."
"Well jeez, we're all getting scars now," Mist chuckled.
Pom grinned.
"Can we fight now?" he asked.
Mist grinned back.
"Onward then." she said.
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Into The Shadows
حركة (أكشن)The universe had changed over millions of years. People change, technology changes. Empires have been formed and kept in check, but one of them wants to rule the entire universe, but what will happen when they make the mistake of attacking the most...
