Y/N P.O.V. Location: Forest
It wasn't long after breakfast. Lubbock rushed into the room, out of breath, telling us that we had intruders. They triggered his string barrier.
If they get away, all of us are at risk. He said eight. And way too close for comfort. If they're crafty enough to scope us out, that means these fuckers are tribal.
...No Matter.
These fuckers aren't gonna leave the premises alive.
We had split up to cover more ground. I had gone with Bulat, due to his experience with matters like these. I manage to keep up with his pace, BD-3 clinging to my back, my grip tight on my lightsaber.
(Bulat) - You're still a bit new to situations like this, so try to be careful! The first thing is to let your body get a good feel for the battlefield!
(Y/N) - Will do!
(Bulat) - Second thing: Please either call me 'handsome', or 'bro'!
(Y/N) - Okay, Bro!
(Bulat) - Now we're talking! Hey, check this out!
He stops abruptly, turns around, and places a hand on the ground. He takes a deep breath before letting out what I assume to be some kind of battle cry.
(Bulat) - INCURSIOOOOOOO!
A strange figure rises behind him, before enveloping him in a suit of armor, the same armor as the night I officially met the Night Raid. Two gleaming yellow eyes peek out from the masked helmet. A large spear materializes in his hand, and he strikes a pose.
(Y/N) - ...I'm not gonna lie, that's badass.
(BD-3) - (Yep.)
(Bulat) - This is the Imperial Arms, Incursio.
(Y/N) - Imperial Arms? Can't say I've heard... either way, that was amazing.
He flexes. He just... flexes.
(Bulat) - Ah, good. I see you've recognized it's greatness.
Things are silent for a few moments before he speaks again.
(Bulat) - This is your chance to see what the Imperial Arms are all about.
(Y/N) - Got it.
I look around the premises using the force. Akame got three. One tried to kill mine before getting mauled by Sheele. Mine killed one. Lubbock led one to a bloody death. Leone reduced one to a bloody pulp. That's seven... so why am I sensing more than one nearby?
...Lubbock couldn't sense them all. At least three slipped his barrier without trouble.
Four jump out of the bush, one of which makes a beeline for me. I manage to block three strikes from him before cutting him across the waist, and down on his shoulder. I turn to aid Bulat, as he is surrounded by three, and another three jump from the bushes. Six. These people are more skilled than we gave her credit for. They don't make it far though, before being turned into mincemeat at the nonexistent hands of Bulat's spear. So... this is the strength of Night Raid... interesting...
(Bulat) - You still alive, Y/N?
(Y/N) - Yeah, all clear here.
Everybody has gathered on our position. Wait... something's off...
...! Oh, no you don't, asshole.
I place my thumb over my saber's switch, prepared to ignite a blade.
(Bulat) - Then everything's fine!
(Y/N) - No it isn't. Leone? Sheele?
(Leone) - Yeah?
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No Hope. Only Bloodshed. (Akame Ga Kill x Cal's apprentice male reader.)
FanfictionApprentice to the late Jedi Master, Cal Kestis, you were lost and alone in your new village. You made friends, and journeyed to the capital to make money for your impoverished home. What you found there shocked you, and what you would continue to do...
