EVERNA Arcel Raine's
Bloodfeasts
Dean Vizier's Thunderbolt fist rippled towards Arcel. As a well-trained fighter, Arcel had time to curl up and the fist passed about an inch from the cheek of the redhead.
Not stopping there, Dean sucked up a fist and kick with the style of Strike Strike Strike Strike Floating.
This time not all of Dean's fists and kicks could have been avoided by Arcel, so he focused deeply on his two forearms, which were raised and functioned like shields.
At first, Arcel tried to defend from Dean's backlash, never to strike back. He thought, this is a good opportunity to measure strength and observe the attack pattern of the opponent.
But Dean Vizier clearly showed his class as one of the top fighters in the martial world in Centronia. The pounding of his fist and kick became faster and more powerful, as if he had been determined to finish off the opponent.
Arcel did not have time to think about the cause of Dean because his defense has been penetrated a lot. Blood started to spurt from his nose and mouth. It felt like he wanted to go berserk and angry, but given his mission, Arcel could temper his anger. He retaliated with a barrage of fists and kicks as well, laden with energy in the Seven Color Rainbow Crystal.
The two fighters did not survive and did not avoid much anymore. This was a battle of attack, strength and endurance, as if both of them were determined to die. Who falls first, he loses. Surprisingly, the two smiled, as if they had just met an old friend and enjoyed the fight.
At the threshold and end of that power struggle, Dean and Arcel simultaneously punched out with all their might, in one last gamble. Arcel managed to punch a fist in Dean's face and Dean's fist landed on Arcel's stomach.
As a result, the two fighters were both pushed back and fell down in the street alley or hit the wall of the building. Both of them fell and glanced for a moment.
The next moment, Arcel and Dean slowly got up with great difficulty. Arcel spat blood to the side, staring at Dean madly like a wolf, ready to strike again crazily.
On the contrary, Dean who was standing more upright than Arcel instead pointed his palm straight ahead of him while saying, “Enough!”
Frowning, Arcel remained unmoved from the position of the horses. “What do you mean?” sergeant.
Dean wiped the blood in his mouth with his arm and spoke again, “Then I actually wanted to test your heart. But I was too engrossed because I had not fought with a balanced opponent for a long time. Before it gets too outrageous, I have to stop this fight.”
“Well, are you ready to talk now, or should I convince you again?” ask Arcel, who knows Dean Vizier will attack suddenly again.
Dean was stunned for a moment, then stood up while leaning against a nearby wall. His face and attitude were no longer as tense as before.
Realizing the challenge, Arcel approached, standing face to face with the blonde. He was also silent, waiting until Dean spoke again.
Dean said, “Not so long ago, there were four warriors coming to my pizzaku shop, Vizzy’s Pizzeria. They claim to be from the Bloodfeast group and they are being hunted by a very dangerous dark killer syndicate, Ultimatum.”
Arcel flabbergasted. “Wah, again criminal organization,” inner redhead. Then he asked, “What is the problem between Bloodfeast and Ultimatum?”
“Bloodfeast has broken the Syndicate's code of conduct by not killing, instead releasing and recruiting their newest member, Faust. Along with the other three members, Cross, Toxin and Onyx, Faust runs away from Indranara, evading the pursuit of the dark murderers along the way.
“Kok can?” ask Arcel.
“Of course. They have been labelled as excommunicado, dissidents blacklisted by the Syndicate and must be eliminated because they are dangerous to the Ultimatum Syndicate.
After all, Bloodfeast was trying to dismantle the rotten conspiracy within the Syndicate, so they needed a powerful ally they could trust. The only option falls on VOLSUNG, then they came all the way from Indranara to Centronia to contact you guys.”
Arcel asked him one important question, Vorai told him, “But does the Bloodfeast Group have anything to do with Centronia's biggest fighting party, the Bloodshed?”
Dean replied, “I don't know for sure. But since the names of the two groups were similar, not necessarily Bloodfeast was part of Bloodshed. To be sure, as far as I know Bloodshed is one of the members of the Ultimatum Syndicate. So whether there is a connection between Cross's group and their previous relationship or not, now the Bloodfeast members are hunted by the most dangerous warriors, hunters and hitmen, including Bloodshed.”
Arcel nodded. Dean's explanation was quite logical and firm, he was only stunned because the conflict between parties was still complicated from time to time.
That's why Arcel who doesn't yet understand the workings of the modern black world asks, “So, where is Bloodfeast now?”
The one who answered Arcel was not Dean, but the voice of a hoarse and heavy man. “We are here,” the voice said.
Looking towards the source of the sound, Arcel saw four figures popping out from all directions. Two men walked straight from the end of the road, one out of his hiding place among the chests on the edge of the alley, and the other, and the other, a female ninja dressed from a ladder attached to the wall of a building and landed seamlessly in the street alley.
The four warriors then walked side by side towards Arcel and Dean with a style that is sought not excessive.
The first was a disheveled black-haired skinny man with chains that were twisting each other across the body.
The second man, the ninja woman opened her veil and showed a strange round face like a doll. In both hands were clutched two throwing knives called kunai.
The third person is thinner than the first person and has dark skin. In the man's mouth there was always a plastic straw perched, it was unclear what the habit meant.
The fourth person who seemed to be the team leader, a tall, big man with bluish-green hair with a purple-colored middle that extended as a ponytail backwards. On his face was a purple broken cross sign tattoo. The man who replied to Arcel's comment earlier spoke, “We have been waiting and watching you, Agent Helios from VOLSUNG.”
Instead, Dean Vizier instead reprimanded the purple cross tattoo. “You're how, Cross? Didn't I tell you, let me handle this alone! You guys just hide!”
“What is certain is that he is not a hit man or a spy from the Syndicate, right?” cross Refutation. “After all I've noticed how to fight and I'm sure we can trust him. I don't know about VOLSUNG. Even if they want to help us, they will definitely send Agent Helios with one or two other agents.”
“Serah,” Dean said as he snorted in annoyance.
“You're Team Bloodfeast?” ask Arcel.
“Sure. My name, as Dean mentioned earlier is Cross.” Cross crossed two fingers in front of his own temple. Does that mean he likes to lie or break promises, or just a typical greeting style?
The puppet-faced ninja woman smiled and said, “My name is Onyx, greetings know.”
The dark skin with a straw in the mouth said, “I'm Toxin. And like my name, I'm very poisonous.”
Only the disheveled hair with chains stared at Arcel with a sceptical and sour face. “Faust. One time you fucked up, Helios, my spirit bombs and it's my chain that's gonna finish you off.”
Arcel didn't know what to say to the four. On the one hand, this was like once clutching a paddle, two-three islands were surpassed. On the other hand, Arcel's intuition and experience seemed to tickle him to say, “This is too fast and easy, I don't believe in you guys.” But the words continued to hang on his tongue, never uttered.
What Arcel doesn't know yet, Cross, the chairman of Bloodfeast, is known to make unexpected decisions based on intuition alone, so it seems impulsive. Including when he instead releases and recruits Faust, instead of killing him in a maximum-security prison at a black site in Indranara.
Seeing Arcel's rather awkward and skeptical demeanor, Cross clucked and spoke, “We recklessly showed up and risked our lives because we trusted you and you alone, Agent Helios. Please don't waste that trust.”
“Sorry if my attitude offends you, Cross,” says Arcel aka Helios. “Only, experience makes me always make calculations before acting or making decisions, and your actions were really beyond my calculation.”
Toxin's turn clucked. “Well, well, how much did you experience and how far do you know, man? I'm so curious to want ‘gave it’ deeper.”
“Dragon your attitude, Toxin,” said Cross. Then he spoke to Arcel again. “One more thing. Looking at the tattoo on your face as well as the energy emanating from your body during the fight earlier, I believe you must be an inter- realm traveler and hero from a long time ago, and your real name is... Arcel Raine.”
Arcel flabbergasted not artificial. Is it true that his reputation and appearance are so striking? Or is Cross' knowledge so vast that he can recognize his true identity in a short time? Or both?
“I really salute, even my real identity can be revealed by you with just one look,” said Arcel, his tense expression loosened instantly, as if he had resigned.
Whatever else, denial is free now. Now Arcel must trust Cross to keep his identity a secret, as well as Bloodfeast and even Dean Vizier.
“Sucks also you, Cross,” Inner Arcel.
Dean Vizier tried to mediate by saying, “Well, now let's find a safer place to talk.”.
Suddenly innumerable people came popping up in the back alley of the building, besieging Arcel, Dean and the Bloodfeast Group.
The leader of the horde of people, a thin man with his head and face entirely covered in a two-horned mask. The man's standing style was slightly slanted, and on both palms were three pairs of three-bladed pointed claws.
Arcel, Dean and Bloodfeast were on standby for a moment in position to turn their backs on each other, ready to ward off attacks from all directions. Arcel had commented, “Gosh, there was an attack as soon as Bloodfeast appeared? So bad!”
The leader responded to Arcel, “Oh yes, but what we are going to do to you is worse than the word ‘severe once’. My name is Necho from Bloodshed, you better remember that on the way to the afterlife soon.”