Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 21's
"Agatha!" A pair of hazel-colored eyeballs are perfectly rounded. The legs supporting the black-haired man's body trembled. He stared in horror at the puff of smoke and dust several meters ahead. His heart seemed as if it was about to stop beating imagining somehow the fate of the blonde girl inside there. Just three steps the young man ran, a small pineapple-shaped metal object was again thrown.
THE DUAR!
Smoke is high. Wind pressure accompanied by dust and metal debris ejected in various directions, filling as far as the eye could see. Herald reflex stops, protecting the face with one arm. Wrapped in smoke and dust, the chief's clothes and hair appeared to be blazed by the force of the grenade explosion just now. One or two metal shards successfully tore the coat and scratched the skin.
I didn't know they were really stupid or amateurish, if thrown that far it would certainly not kill me.
"This is the result of having dared to insult us, 'Chairman'!" there was a heavy cry from outside the scope of the smoke.
"You might be able to still act and hold your head up high right now. But remember, the day that Muinaru takes control of the kingdom is the day that you lose your head!"
'Muinaru'? ask the Herald in your heart. So, all this has to do with Muinaru?
No, now is not the time to think about who is behind all this. Slowly, the Herald tried to grab the long sword sheathed at the waist with his other hand. He closed the net, focusing the hearing on the surrounding situation. Trying to penetrate the smoke and energy pressure of the grenade, until then anchored to the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the snow. Taps.
Northbound, inner Herald again.
Herald took a breath. Then as fast as lightning the man's body broke through the puff of smoke, running towards the sound just now sounded. Then when enough was felt, the hunting leader's right hand formed a straight angle, letting the tip of his sword penetrate something 'soft' in front.
Srash!
The faint smell of weaving is smelled. A thick red liquid stuck to the tip of the sword when it was pulled.
"You!"
Without giving the others time to respond, the Herald immediately moved again. The man jumped from one point to another, sticking his sword into the chest of every person who entered into the hearing.
"You're really looking to die, yeah!" The man who had not moved since, even holding his breath so scared, ran while drawing his sword at the Herald. Instead of turning around and fending off, the man with the "33" tattoo on his neck still had a snide laugh.
"Feel this!" Just before the tip of the sword touched the clothes, in a second the Herald leapt over the top of the assailant's head, then thrust his sword back through the man's chest as the movements of his legs landed on the ground.
Srash!
This time the man's breath was completely blocked, not out of fear, but the 'angel of death' that came to pick him up. Sparks of blood spread as the Herald drew his sword violently, making the man's clothes begin to get wet by the red liquid flowing from his body. "D-by-wealth... Muina!" the man said for the last time before his leg fell in the snow.
Without the slightest bit of mercy, the Herald stared flatly one by one at a lifeless body as a result of his actions, then swung the sword at the empty air to clear the red liquid stuck along the iron weapon.
Wush!
The second reflex of the Netra Herald opened, quickly turning towards Agatha's body.
"So get out, you fool!"
DUARR!
Another grenade was blown towards them. Smoke accompanied by metal fragments ejected everywhere.
"Oh..," lamented the Herald when suddenly his body was pushed by someone until it fell into the snow.
"You know what, when you don't see anyone throwing a grenade behind you? What if I don't have time to push you?" Herald had not been able to continue his complaints about his back pain or injuries due to pieces of metal grenades, his ears were first deafened by the sound of a girl's soprano.
The Herald slowly opened his eyes. He could clearly see Agatha's face among the shadows that had befallen her, as well as the scratches under the girl's eyes. But what did he say? This girl still has time to worry about her, the 'chairman' here?
Herald sighed, not knowing how Agatha could never change both then and now.
No!
"Hey!" Now it is Agatha's turn to complain while holding a heated forehead due to the Herald that has now moved to sit.
Tap.Stap. Taps. Luckily for Agatha, time did not give them a chance to fight for long. The voice just now indicates that someone is trying to escape.
"Chairman," the Herald blinked, feeling his nape start goosebumps, "should I go after him?" agatha asked with a smile on her face. At first glance his two pointy eyes seemed to light up, ready to see blood spilled on the snow.
Again, the Herald sighed, then shook his hand the sign the girl was free to do as she pleased. "Be careful, don't get hurt again" said the Herald, staring straight into the net amber reflecting off his image. The slightest bit of anger that was in his words just now was not heard anymore, replacing the soft and worried with the fingers of the man who rubbed the scratchy luke on Agatha's face.
"All right, I'm sorry I worried you."
In the next instant, once again a pair of Herald-owned netra hazels rounded. This time it was not because there was a grenade thrown at them, but rather the warmth from Agatha's lips that landed right on her forehead. Spontaneous red dominated the sturdy man's cheeks, followed by his own quivering lips.
On the contrary, the perpetrator who made the Herald thus carved a satisfied smile. "I'll go first!" Then hurriedly blurred before being completely exposed to 'fire' which turned into an 'explosion' due to the 'oil' he just poured.
Though it is no longer a child, but the reaction is still like that, Agatha's mind while laughing. His legs ran agilely between the gaps of the trees.
But not for long, his attention was seized by a figure drenched by a red liquid, walking staggeringly while occasionally resting on a tree trunk. The blond girl reflexively stopped her steps, "Noah?" he then quickly picked up the figure before he fell due to loss of consciousness.
"Noah, what's going on? Did Muinaru also do this to you?" ask Agatha worriedly.
There was a short puff of breath from the lips of the young man called 'Noah'. The young man raised his eyelids. "M-muina-aru?"
As fate wishes to give longevity to those who 'play' with the lives of others, a grenade that lands not far from both becomes the answer to Shawn's question.
DUARR!
Agatha's reflexes pulled Shawn into her arms, protecting the scar-filled young man from metal shards and the fierce pressurized energy behind them. Smoke wrapped around, making Shawn slightly coughed.
"Don't breathe" said Agatha softly, also closing her eyes. Hearing him, Shawn nodded, covering his nose and mouth with one hand. He no longer had enough energy to feel suspicious, obey what was said to him.
The distance is too far to say they intend to kill us. What was their purpose just to cause a commotion? terka Agatha in heart.
"A-akhs! Who're you?" Agatha's vigilance increased as her ears caught the sound of the cry. Judging from the Herald's behavior before they split up, there's no way he's chasing up to here. To say the actions of other members of the hunt, it is not certain. But if it was the party who also tried to injure them, Agatha had to think fast because she could not just let the wounded young man in her arms.
"Don't underestimate me just because I'm a woman!" the soft sound that pierced through the puff of smoke within a radius of several meters sent Agatha flinching. That voice sounds familiar!
Moments later, as the smoke blocking the view slowly dissipated, Agatha opened her eyes. Sunlight had several times made his eyes close again because of pain, but the next second inevitably opened his eyes wide. How not, in front of him now lay a horde of unconscious men, and among them all stood a gallant girl whose entire body was covered in robes. Without showing any sign that he was injured.
"Ah, Vice Chairman," said the girl as soon as she caught Agatha's presence.
Agatha blinked, never expecting the girl with a very soft voice to be able to do this kind of thing alone. "How, how did you do it?"
As if understanding Agatha's confusion, there was the sound of laughter coming from under her dark robes. "Don't I say, my strength is hypnotism, level 3 hypnotism."
In Lionheart, it is believed that there are some 'sakti' powers that are passed down to the elect of the Almighty, one of which is hypnotism. It is said that hypnotism is only the most trivial force among the ranks of the power of 'sakti', which is to make others lose control of his body for a few seconds and do what the owner of the power says. But it also depends on how high the hypnotism power of the person. The higher the level, the more he can do, including not only controlling humans, but also other living things.
"I see," said Agatha interspersed with broken laughter. But it did not last long, because a few moments later the girl had to concentrate fully on the young man who had now completely lost consciousness in his arms. "Noah!"
The wind blew, continuing to blow until it fused with the baby on the top of a hill, caressing the jet fur of a wolf. A pair of yellow beads of the animal stared straight down, at the sight of two girls panicking about their unconscious companion. Basic, he ran as soon as I said his partner could have been injured, even though he himself was quite badly injured and only knew them for a few days.
The wolf closed its eyes, recalling a bit of memory in the past that flashed. Not that I meant to belittle you, son, but honestly not them, but you could get hurt even more. Your magic is amazing, but without it you're nothing. You should have realized by now.
The wolf who was none other than the fransbeast who spoke to Shawn earlier sighed. Just so you know, even now the blood in my body is boiling just by remembering the blood of my people shed by you. But, I will let you go, just because of her, your sister who cares about you so much.
Honestly, I don't understand why he thinks so much about you. You never even met. Not when he was a kid, and not when he went through his tormented days. You were never even present when she desperately needed someone else to lend a hand to her. But for some reason, when he found out about your existence, he did not let go of his attention from you, until he was willing to sacrifice something that must be very valuable to him, only for you.
The wolf frowned. The way people think is hard to guess.