EVERNA Arcel Raine's
The Red Blood Field
Left behind, Arcel Raine was busy again dispelling the hordes of assassins who attacked him.
The hitmen did not care whether Arcel had entered the Syndicate Blacklist because it helped the excommunicado or not. To be sure, whoever was blocking them, they would definitely be crushed indiscriminately.
That was the stark difference between a keroco class swordsman and a high class swordsman.
Ironically, the keroco class thinker is even far more than the five heroes who tend to know and target the excommunicado, their main target only. As a result, Arcel so stuck in the back, in the midst of the swaying dozens of people.
“Wire! If this continues, when I catch up I will be too late! I can't disappoint Dean, Cross, Onyx and Faust! Losing Toxin alone is already painful!” inner Arcel.
However, judging from the positives, Arcel knew that no one used firearms among the assassins. From what he learned during his training, Arcel concluded that the assassins were unwilling to leave behind any evidence of bullet casings, shurikens, throwing knives, arrows or similar projectile weapons.
No wonder in modern times the warriors or street fighters even rampant. Only police or law enforcement use firearms, and it was fired as a last resort according to applicable protocol.
Thankfully, help came at the right time. Chloe Hewitt joins Arcel's aid, so the two manage to break through the enemy's encirclement. Now they run to help “new friends” Arcel.
“You've been inside too long, so I took the initiative to come in and pick you up. There was a crowd of people near the back door hallway, talking about the fight that was going on behind the building. I sneak in and then look at you,” said Chloe. “Don't we just go back to headquarters? Your job of getting information from Dean Vizier is done, right?”
“Yes, but now Dean and Bloodfeast are in deep trouble!” sergeant Arcel. “If we don't help them, it could be that the information we get will be in vain!”
“Chair of Eyebrows... Zeus always advised, try VOLSUNG not to be involved in any upheaval in the Black World, either in Centronia or anywhere else in the world. We are enforcers of law, justice and truth.”
“But if we run Dean Vizier's information, aren't we the same as meddling in the upheaval of the Black World? After all Bloodfeast was about to ask for protection from VOLSUNG, did the Agency intend to reject the request? They already trust me, on VOLSUNG! I can't let them down on us!”
“I do not know the intentions of Zeus, Artemis and the other higher-ups. Our way of working is not blatant, but with a secret mission. Eliminate the word ‘secret’, and that means we are the ones who hit the war drums with the assassin Syndicate. And that's all because of the excommunicado, the Bloodfeast Group! Come on Arcel, let's just finish this mission and get back to headquarters!”
“No!” Arcel's tone of voice suddenly became emotional. Then he vented it on one of the assassins, knocking down the poor woman instantly with one fist. “I did this as a swordsman! I'm aware of what I'm doing and the consequences, so don't block me!”
Arcel's unexpected hardenings hurt the green-haired girl's heart. Perhaps someday Chloe will be able to understand the temperamental nature of Arcel that can recur at times that are not appropriate. But for now, Chloe can only get upset on her own and keep fighting to help her partner, according to the demands of her profession.
The two VOLSUNG agents continued to run. To know where their “” new friends are going, they just need to follow the trail of destruction, death and blood left behind from the former fight-and-run that happened since.
Moments later, Arcel gasped. It turned out that Dean and the Bloodfeast warriors did not manage to escape and escaped completely from the chase. They were stuck in one place, an empty field among the crowd of multi-storey buildings. The middle of the court was quite roomy so it was painted and then used as a full basketball court, not one side or half.
Usually, street basketball teams use the field for training or holding street basketball games, which is illegal because it is often a betting event.
But this time what happened was a fight, or rather a battle. Four warriors, Dean Vizier, Cross, Onyx and Faust, are being harassed by at least fifty mostly armed men. With a fairly neat formation, they spread out in four directions and against “jatah” opponents each, namely a group of assassins and one hero.
Highly skilled, Faust swung a long chain that was fitted with ballast at both ends. The energy-laden chain of the Dark Spirit Ball swept ferociously into all the enemies it carried.
Enemies who were hit hard and had a mediocre protective aura almost certainly died with crushed bones. Only warriors who were tough enough were able to dodge or get lightly injured. Phantomime facing Faust falls into the latter category. His body movements were too flexible, so it was difficult to be pecked by the chain of Faust that was twisting like a snake.
Onyx against Ratfang and his group. Ratfang, the ugly man with a face like that was crushed from above and below ferociously attacked with his claws. The messenger, Black Rat Plague strikes like a black storm centered on one target only, the female ninja.
While Dean Vizier shoulder to shoulder with Cross to fight the two strongest warriors on the enemy side, namely Khaos and Necho. Although many other assassins intervened, Dean and Cross were able to keep up with all the enemies.
“Cih! Basic annoyance!” cerca the mouse-faced hunchback was crushed. He then rose again and attacked Arcel, while the other killers still ganged on Onyx who were no longer pressed.
The difference with Sand Jinx earlier, the Black Rat Plague style is more focused on looking at Arcel's body. Arcel tried to curl, but the two claws had already scratched his arm and red vest. He shouted at a glance to endure the pain, then he came forward and shot the opponent again.
This time, Arcel tried to exert a quick stance, which was to fire several Purple Rainbow Needles at once.
“Huh! Those little attacks mean nothing to me!” cerca Ratfang's. Proving his words, he managed to dodge and straddle the needles of Arcel energy with his claws, the rest were left to hit his body like ordinary rain.
“That big attack is like this!” While saying so, Ratfang shot out a large array of Black Lubricant Sukma Rays.
Reflexes, Arcel again parried with deep energy centered soberly on both arms like a shield. Instead, this time the moves he had faced many times felt stronger than before.
In reality, the ARcel's less-than-steady defenses could only dampen roughly two-thirds of the black ray's power, the rest hitting his body completely. No doubt, Arcel was pushed far back, then fell badly.
“Haha, you're dead, swordsman and half!” ratfang exclaimed as he slid his deadly claws laden with the energy of the plague of darkness toward the heart of Arcel. That's a very vile technique called Hungry Satan Who Groped the Heart.
Arcel was surprised, his face was pale because he had no time to attack, let alone avoid death. One of his index fingers reflexively stretched out, but Ratfang's claws would definitely hit him first before a powerful beam of light emanated from his finger.
Arcel has died a step and will die for real.
Surprisingly, as the death claw stayed a little longer than Arcel's neck, it stopped in place. Surprised, Arcel took a moment to see what was really going on.
It turned out that there was the tip of a kodachi-type sword blade sticking out of Ratfang's stomach. Then, there was the face veiled Onyx who said, “This is revenge for Toxin, shithead.”
Realizing Ratfang did not immediately die because his prick did not hit a vital organ, Onyx quickly pulled out the kodachi, the one is shorter than the katana but longer than the wakizashi dagger from the opponent's body and is alerted backwards to move away.
Sure enough, the dying Ratfang could still go berserk. “Sucks! Let me take you to the afterlife!” While saying so, he twisted the body, about to claw Arcel and Onyx at once with the poison Eve Pes Disease.
“Still there me!” While saying so, Arcel stretched out his index finger and shot out an orange Rainbow Pointing beam right through Ratfang's heart until it passed from his back.
Ratfang remained standing on the spot, his eyes wide open. The short man's voice was like choking. “That move... like a gun! I-this is not fair...!”
Even in his last breath, Ratfang was still looking for an excuse. Though the moves of most capable warriors are not a few like gun shots or cannons, and he himself used a skill like a cannon as well. Until he dies, he will always blame others.
Arcel and Onyx stared at the results of their cooperation and simply nodded to each other. There were no streaks of proud expressions on the faces of the two, let alone Arcel who had gotten rid of two formidable warriors overnight.
It is a sign that the way of life of a warrior is very hard and dark, absolutely cannot be equated with normal people and most. The richer the experience, the deeper he falls into the curse, the more his conscience continues to be eroded and tortured by deep guilt.
Until in the end, the warrior's conscience dies and he becomes a killing machine or psychopath.
Should Arcel fall in the same bottomless pit?