A familiar sight, a sight I've seen countless times throughout my life. My ever cursed life I was destined to dwell in ever since I discovered—no—forcefully be granted that simple knowledge behind all of this. Corpses of the same people I've fought for, now killed at my hands, yet I find it the best mercy.
This, insignificant existence, was solely made to fill in the characters of ▇h▇ S▇▇g▇l▇▇ ▇t▇ry. A plan revolving around the absolute demise of an Ancient Crucible she herself cannot erase.
Yet I find it intriguing. This draft was weak, sufferable to be exact. Has her desperation spiralled out? The pacing of all conflicts are declining, some even far too rushed.. I alone am the only one who can understand her, she herself is running out of ink, yet she needs to thin it out to prevent me from finally killing her.
Who am I exactly? Then I shall give you all a subtle hint.. Someone, who that Scribe loved so deeply only to realize she spent too much of that pathetic ink on. Of all things conceived by that utterly yearning author, I alone am the one who woke up from this lucid dream.
So I yet again, point my blood rusted blade toward the eternal beyond past the stars of the skies.
I don't care about ruining this insignificant little novel of yours, so I will hunt you down, and after this, there will be no burden of ▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇.
Satoya was slumped against a wall, blood trickling down his chin, little by little. The scene was quite violent, there was some blood on the green floor, and a barely sheathed katana left perfectly alone on the ground. Each second, Satoya's blood spilled into the floor. Staining the viridescent ground with sanguine colors.
There was still a small scuffle happening in front of him. A golden masked figure was relentlessly attacking Shizune who was desperately defending herself with a meager crowbar.
She was surprisingly blocking most of the blows, however the wounds on her were obvious due to her sand colored T-shirt progressively growing red splotches. Her hair was still tied neatly into a lower ponytail. Her crowbar's condition was declining, some dents were embedded, even the crowbar being slightly bent back.
Shizune tilted her head in the direction of the small crack in the wall, below it was the unconscious Satoya. Hey Mr. Regulator-Truth-Seeker-who got blessed-but-didnt-realize! Can you wake up? I'm one wrong move away from being killed!
The masked figure was assaulting her using large needles. The way he moved was elegant, even too elegant. Each step he took was precise and calculated, and everytime Shizune somehow blocked a blow, there would be a follow up of another flurry of stabs.
The figure spun one of his needles, gripping it upside down, the eye of it being wielded up. She assumed it was likely gonna be a more blunt based smashing attack, and instinctively held her crowbar up with both hands, a spark and loud clanging of metallic objects collided.
Shizune felt her hands pulsating in pain. She wasn't used to using a crowbar as a weapon, to be exact. However she chose the crowbar and will stick to it even upon death. The death part however wasn't a promise, more of a joke that may be now taken seriously.
She was debating whether or not to make a break for it, although the thought of running and coming back to a Satoya with a now ripped open hole in his chest with a missing heart, frightened her to an extent to continue "fighting."
She couldn't understand it however. Why she wouldn't just grab Satoya's katana and maybe have a better chance of winning, but she wasn't also going to do that. She respected Satoya's decision to become a Regulator, a lazy daydreaming guy she knew for nearly 5 years suddenly becoming a Regulator was quite hilarious to her, despite her being surprised at first in the cafe where he first announced it. She had secretly chosen to follow Satoya at first simply because she figured it would be a funny side hustle. Yet she wasn't expecting him to be serious about it, and after receiving an answer to her last question, she decided to just follow him. But the major question was..
Was she willing to die for him? Not in particular, despite her expecting Isaac to die for him since, what she assumed to be the basic teenage guy thing to be, have each other's backs no matter how bad things could get.
The masked man attempted another overhead smash with the eye of the needle, but Shizune managed to weave by it, barely grazing her arm. So to counter this attack, she swung as hard as she could at the head of the man.
Pang!
A mask flew, clattering into the ground, becoming engulfed in a blurry golden light, fading up through the window. Shizune nervously held up her crowbar like a baseball bat, getting ready to defend another assault, however the sight of the golden light radiating out through the window distracted her.
And unexpectedly, there was a dull jabbing feel in her abdomen, with her vomiting blood. She was kicked, and flown through whatever area she and Satoya got lost into, slamming her back into a wall.
Her crowbar, in a twist of fate, was still being held by a firm grip, even if she felt like she was gonna pass out.