Spencer couldn't find his cousin and heard that he was needed back on stage. He tried to clean himself up a bit and ran back. He sat back in his chair and waited for Trump. But he never came. In fact the lights were off and the audience was gone. Spencer hadn't noticed in his rush to get back. All the sudden, he leapt off his chair. A loud crack could be heard. The sound of a large rifle. Deafened, Spencer looked around quickly, he spotted the gunman in the rafters. He leapt up there and ripped the gun out of his hand. He snapped on his knee like a twig. He looked the would be sniper dead in the eye, and was promptly shot in the leg. He leapt off the rafters with his good leg and threw a fireball at the other sniper. Then dozens of armed gunmen stormed into the room. Before they could even fire a single shot, the room was lit up like daylight. Everyone was blinded as Ra descended from the ceiling. Spencer's leg was healed and a katana was dropped into his hand. Then he sat back and watched, ready to intervene if things were to go bad. But he was confident in his friend's abilities. The ambassador assumed a ready stance and the bullets began to fly.
Katie stopped when she noticed this light coming over to her. She wasn't sure what it was and what it was going to do. It seemed to take its time, almost like a lost hiker. But who would hike around here in the dark. The figure came out of the tree onto the clearing that the monster was in and she saw what it was, and was confused beyond belief.
"Jeez, this almost as bad as Flowey." Spencer thought, dodging the bullets. He got slowly closer and started to hack off gun barrels. Or maybe a limb. Depending on how wounded he was. He had taken a few bullets to the gut and left shoulder. Soon, the whole room was devoid of threat. Spencer sheathed his blade and grabbed the collar of one of the men.
"Who sent you?" He shouted. The man shook his head. Spencer drew his sword and lit it on fire. "Wanna tell me now?" He asked the man shook his head.
"He's brave, I'll give him that." Spencer thought. He promptly threw the soldier away from him. Another man shouted.
"It was Trump, he sent us! Don't kill me, please!" He shouted. Spencer sighed, wiped his blade, sheathed it then ran off to find the president. He had apparently fled from the party. Spencer was asked why he was covered in blood, but he ignored the question. He walked outside the studio, and saw Evelyn sniffing the air. She nodded and hunched down, indicating that Spencer hop on. He did, and they were off.
The person before Katie looked like Sans. Only she noticed this 'Sans' was shorter than hers. As well as the fact she looked like a ninja, but with a huge paintbrush and his hoodie tied around his waist. Stella appeared in front of Katie, snarling at the new monster.
"Oh wow! I never thought this would happen!" the monster said in a voice much like Sans. Then the monster blinked and then facepalmed.
"Oh.. right. I forgot to tell you my name." The Sans said, but by this point Katie looked into his memory.
"You are called Ink. you are from another universe. And you were coming here to see... Oh god I left Sans there!" Katie thought as she grabbed Ink in her mouth and started to run back, hoping that nothing happened. She was going to kill Trump if he did anything to her family, monster or human.
Evelyn ran ahead of Trump's limousine and Spencer leapt onto the windshield. He punched through it and threw his dagger through the brake pedal, missing the driver's foot by millimeters. He then leapt into the back seat with the president. His bodyguards tried to shoot him, but he elbowed them hard enough to crack their skulls. He kicked out the door, and leapt out of it with his prey. Evelyn caught them, and they were off. They sprinted back to the studio. They set him on the stage. The president was terrified, both of the large cat demon, and the human whose eyes glowed orange.
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AfterDuo
AdventureSecond book of the Duo series. Ten years have pasted sense The barrier has been released and now the cousins are dealing with being ambassadors.