Zephyr groaned as the dim light in the room caused him to strain his eyes. He sat up from the rough floor and took in the environment around him. The air was heavy with dust, which hid the battle sounding out from further in. Slowly, Zephyr inched back until his back hit the pader behind him.
"Could someone tell me what's going-" he stopped as he felt something wet under him.
"...Blood? Why is- Val!"
His lifelong companion lay lifeless on the ground, blood leaking down her head and pooling under her. Her glassy eyes stared into the ground, and her mouth just barely hung open. Gently, Zephyr flipped her around and stared into her wide eyes, holding down the growing feeling of grief and anger. He reached out with a shaky hand, shut her eyes, and brushed away a strand of hair.
A figure out of the corner of his eye drew his attention, and Zephyr looked up to see Scotch lying dead in her own pool of blood, leaking out from a large hole in her stomach. A stained bloody spear lay susunod to her. A chill went down his spine at the sight. "What the hell is going on..." Zephyr whispered to himself with a shaky breath. Jenna stepped out from the dust with uneven steps. She put a hand on his shoulder. "Shh..... I'm sorry for your loss." She looked away for a moment, holding back tears. "I'll explain."
Richi held the hand of Scotch tightly in his own, a dying will hiding behind a solemn expression. The dying girl looked at him with a pained face, yet she managed to put on a reassuring smile. "Richi..." she managed to get out.
"Don't say anything.....Please."
She took a shaky breath, and winced at the growing pain. "I.....can't feel.....the cold anymore. And everything....everything is blurry." He squeezed her hand tighter. Her breath grew shakier and madami shallow until it soon stopped all together. Scotch relaxed, and her eyes fluttered, desperately trying to stay open. The smile lingering on her lips faded. Richi closed his eyes.
Then he heard it.
"What a touching scene." cackled Giovanni. "Blubbering twit!" Richi froze. Kill him! a voice whispered. He deserves death! To be judged in HELL! He stood. "Oh? Still have the urge to fight? Guess you're not as cowardly as you seem." Richi turned and stared at Giovanni. But his eyes were not the same. They did not glow with the color of shining gold.
They were violet.
"What is this, a new parlor trick?" The man jeered. His eyes narrowed and darkened to a much madami violent shade. "I suppose I must thank thee," began the blonde, " for not even Satan remembers the last time I have been freed from my prison. It has been centuries." He took a moment to study his sword before tossing it aside. Instead, he picked up a large shard of glass off the ground, and gripped it in his hand. "As a reward, I suppose I shall make thy death as painful as possible, so the release will be that much sweeter."
"...And they've been fighting for about 30 minutes, though from glimpses I can tell that 'Richi' doesn't have a scratch on him." finished Jenna. She glanced over at Sean and Cain, who were watching what they could in silence. "But.... Who are you?" She asked the mind-blown teen. "Z-Zephyr. It's a long story."
A voice shouted out in pain from the dust, which finally began to settle. A dark figure stood standing over a body on the ground. "Richi..." Sean whispered. A condescending expression looked down at Giovanni, who was desperately gasping for air. The glass shard was deeply embedded in his throat, and blood gushed out in small rivers.
Richi was untouched, practially in perfect condition. His eyes flickered between ginto and violet, until it finalled settled back to their original color. He bent down and squatted susunod to the dying man. He whispered something in the blonde's ear. The teen stared at him for a moment before turning a switch on the armor. A valve popped open, and a crystal flung out onto the ground. Richi stared back at the man with a disbelieving, surprised look. "...You sure?" Giovanni managed a nod.
Richi stood back up, and he crushed the gem underfoot. Blue energy orbs flew out from the shattered pieces, and spread throughout the room. The room became warmer, and the teens marveled as some of their injuries fixed themselves. The orbs dissapated in seconds, the warmth leaving with it. Richi looked back at the nearly lifeless Giovanni. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and brought it down on his neck, driving the glass through and severing the head.
////This took waaaaaaaay longer than I thought. I apologize to those that actually read this.///////