Thrice Over (KHRxPJO)

Chapter 15

The world raged around him, and he dug out everything that he could. Cloud flames solidified in his hand, appearing as a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right. 

The clouds grew dark, shadowing the sky, it was heavy with rain and the wind howled in his ears. Feeling his flames cover the others, he exhaled. To take a life was not a light whim. It was acknowledging that this person, and their soul was gone. 

Percy pushed himself into action. He wasn't at all rusty, much to his distant sour displeasure. Whirling around, he accelerated to the nearest bunch of people as it started to lightly rain. Power coursed through his veins. It was intoxicating, feeling at his best yet being at his worst.

He let the bullets hit him, flames billowing out to block what it could and healing up the damage almost instantaneously. He sped up, feeling the flames boost him, his natural advantage due to the water being pushed even harder. Swinging his sword, his blade slashed out, mind running on instinct. Everyone except for the people in the purple cover were enemies.

Rolling under their legs, he pulled on the water around him, rain pouring down from the heavens. It was a dance, manipulating the water, lashing out with his knife, driving it into the nearest throat of the enemy. He hit one of them with the flat of his blade, only for the other to get the blade thrusted in his gut. Percy didn't stick around long enough to watch the light bleed out of the enemy's eyes.

Water obscured the enemies' eyes, and Percy used it with bullet-like precision. It whirled around him, a soothing shield, merciless to anyone else. He was the eye of the hurricane, razor-edged with blood. Small droplets of water were flung out; people screamed as they pierced fragile flesh, and collapsed forward, blood pooling below them.

The ground shook, muddy and wet from the heavy rain, water fell like a flood, with instinct pushing Percy harder and hard. The trees fell, crashing down with the wind, earth, and rain roaring in their frenzy. More enemies fell from the water that drowned them, others from the blood that betrayed them. 

He was like a demon possessed.

Water flowed down his face, soaking his hair, blocking his view; it didn't matter, running on instinct, the massacre continued. The world zeroed in with crystal clarity, and Percy jumped over the enemy, and thrusted his sword into the person's chest as he sent a ribbon of water to choke the enemy who was aiming his gun at him. Dodging another bullet, he leaped over to the enemy, blades at the ready. 

The ground turned against another person, miniature Earthquakes shaking the ground, cracks swallowing up people with an unnatural bloodthirsty darkness. Percy stood in the middle of the chaos, capitalizing on the unsteadiness of the people, and ruthlessly pushed them in as they tried to gather their bearings, wind and water whipping in their face. The screams of their comrades reverberated through the air as their life ended.

His muscles burned in a way they haven't for ages. Was it bad to say he missed it? Advancing onto the next person, he automatically slashed out, kicking at the person's feet, making them stumble, and he took the advantage to decapitate them.

Screams echoed from the field as he sprinted across and killed, and killed, and killed. 

Weather raged around him as he stood in the bloody field, grisly bits of bodies and blood pooling underfoot. There were large craters and cracks in the ground, fallen trees and wind whipped his wet hair around. His chest heaved from exertion, flames coursing through him, eager for more blood. Percy—Skull— was drenched in blood, small cuts covering his skin and his motorcycle suit having more than a few bullet holes, along with large tears that showed bloody wounds.

Other than the other Arcobaleno who were watching everything mutely, all frozen from surprise, there was only one other alive person who stood in the clearing.