Fuck, running half a kiloter sure is tough. I knew I shouldve just used the car.
Out of breath, Matoba had arrived at the side of the temple. He held his shotgun in both hands, Tilarnas longsword slung across his back in its scabbard. The clattering sound it made as he moved may be annoying, but it couldnt be helped.
Sneaking around the back of a parked minivan, he spotted a Semanian man standing guard before him. Matoba whistled. The man turned around.
!?
Police. You know what to do, dontcha?
With a shotgun pointed at his face, the man imdiately dropped his machine gun and raised his hands up in the air. As he got closer to him, Matoba knocked him down to the ground. Bringing his knee against his back, he was about to handcuff him when he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire coming from the temple.
!
SMGs on full-auto. And a whole bunch of them too. Shit is hitting the fan, and fast.
Shit.
He dashed straight to the temple, leaving his captive behind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot a number of Elbajhis n coughing violently as they ran to their cars. Though he wanted to stop their inevitable escape, he didnt have any ti to waste arresting the lot of them. As long as they remained unaware of his presence, he would ignore theirs.
Matoba headed for the thick cloud of smoke covering the entrance. Inside, the remnants of Elbajhis n were cursing at one another.
Hey, doesnt putting out the fire co first!?
Who cares! Its useless anyway!
Nothing would co about dilly-dallying. Matoba stepped foot into the temple. The darkness notwithstanding, the smoke had gotten progressively worse in the hallway.
Imdiately to his side, soone shouted out through the deluge of smoke.
Hey, wait! One of em Dorinis up to sothing!
He didnt even get the chance to flash his badge. They shot at him without a word. Ducking down, Matoba saw the pillar behind him get blasted to smithereens from an endless barrage of gunfire.
Police! Throw away your weapons at once!
Ignore him! Keep on firing!
A bevy of submachine guns were fired at him. Matoba hid under the shade of the pillar, staving off the rain of bullets headed his way.
He readied his shotgun, firing at the shadows in his field of vision. Nine pellets hit a man right in the middle of his chest. Its power could not be compared to that of a pistol. Without even raising a scream, the man was blown away by the force of the weapon.
Well, it is what it is
Matoba muttered as he deftly replaced the magazine with his trained hands.
Your fault for making waste my ti with one of your buddies.
Matoba swiftly drew his shotgun once more, firing it in rapid succession.
She could hear the fierce gunfight unfolding above ground. Sothing had clearly happened. And yet, Tilarna rely ignored it and continued on down. It appeared as though the source of the fire was just up ahead, coming from the underground mausoleum. Her eyes stung. Trapped in a narrow passageway with all this smoke, it was a miracle she could even breathe.
Reaching the end of the corridor, she finally arrived at the catacombs.
Countless statues lined the halls of the mausoleum. Flas were scattered here and there, obscuring the light. Illuminated by the blaze, the shadows of the statues appeared to sway back and forth, almost as if life had been breathed into them. Legends tell of a group of deities and the demigods who served them. It was said that they would watch over the souls of the dead for all eternity.
They brought the fairy to such a place. Just what exactly are they planning?
As she advanced through the flas, Tilarna ca face to face with two of Elbajhis lackeys. She swiftly knocked one to the ground before sending the other to join his friend.
The branii was steadily getting stronger. Still alive. Just beyond, she was still alive.
Passing by idols and sarcophagi, Tilarna finally arrived at the Chamber of Everlasting Spring. It was the resting place of mbers of the ancient house that once ruled over this land. Normally, this chamber would be filled to the brim with the polished statues of ancient warriors. In their stead, rows upon rows of Dorini machinery lined the room. Linen sheets were scattered across the floor. tal parts lay in one corner of the room. Removing the sheets revealed various boxes underneath. Several layers of cloth had covered their contents. These containers most likely held the fruits of their labour Fairy Dust.
On the left side of the room lay a clear, glass box. Inside, there was.
Quenishba
Within the transparent casing, one could see the ingredients of the drug floating on so type of liquid. The body parts of fairies. Arms. Legs. Heads. Even their organs
It was a wretched sight. Suppressing the urge to vomit, Tilarna broke into a coughing fit.
Hey, Im the one you should feel sorry for. All these goods, gone to waste
A voice. Slowly coming out from under the shadow of the machinery, a man made his appearance known to her. It was none other than Elbajhi himself. His right arm sloppily hung onto his Krge. His left held onto so sort of device outfitted with a glass cylinder. She could spot a small silhouette fluttering from within. There was a fairy inside that cylinder.
It took us quite a while, yknow? Making all thisFairy Dustcost us a pretty penny. And taking into account inflation rates, lets just say these materials aint just for show. We were about to get out a brand-new product too. You know how much that cost? Hundreds of thousands of dollars. We worked damn hard to get that money. And its all gone up in smoke thanks to this FUCKING FIRE! You the one who started it?
I know not.
Thought so. Well, Ive got soone in mind You seen Zelada anywhere? Yknow, that mildita in red?
I know not. More importantly, what exactly is that device? What are you planning to do with that fairy?
This thing? Its a prototype. For aSpirit Bomb, that is.
Spirit Bomb?
Its supposed to be a device that amplifies the effect of the fairys rahtena, spreading it across a larger radius. We arranged a catalytic inscription we found in the Book of Niba, constructing anAmplification Pathwayin this very device. By bombarding the fairies with microwaves, we were able to extract rahtena to Well, talking to you about this wont make much difference, would it? Anyway, if one were to use this, theyd be able to turn people in their surroundings into mindless corpses much like thoseFairy Dust addicts. This stuff was gonna sell like hotcakes to the Dorini
Heaving a deep sigh, Elbajhi clapped his hands together.
Well, there aint no helping it. Its ti for to leave. Mind moving aside, little missy?
You intend to play the fool with ?
Holding back her unbridled rage, Tilarna said.
So thats how its gonna be, huh?
Unforgivable. As far back as ti immorial, the Fairies have been considered sacred existences by our people. For a knave such as you to IS TEARING THEM FROM LIMB TO LIMB NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!
Hey, hey, dont be so mad. They make good cash. Aint that enough for a reason?
Elbajhi chuckled, satisfied.
Its been over ten years since Ive stepped foot into the Leto Dorini. You know all about that right? I was raised just like you. Another scion of a stereotypical military household. Swordsmanship, horsemanship, archery. Etiquette and mildi, you na it. Boring as all hell. Eventually, I wouldve gotten with a dull bitch, made a kid, and served the kingdom. Then, the incompetent trash we call royalty would send to die in another one of their damned wars. An honorable death, they say. Bullshit. No matter how much I struggled, nothing would have changed.
Its different over here. Theres stuff like the Arican Dream and all that. Work hard enough, and youll get rewarded. Science is fucking amazing. Newton chanics, the Theory of Relativity, quantum chanics, complex systems. The latest in psychophysics and divine geotry. If they just looked closely, theyd be able to see a faint trace of our mildi in their studies as well. Brand new horizons! Do you really think the royal family and their team of rotting magicians can offer the sa level of excitent? And theres this thing called rock. Its a type of music. Im a huge fan of Nirvana! Know em? And theres more. Cars, suits, won, video gas. We wouldnt even co close even after a hundred generations. Yet, in exchange for that, they invented money. These motherfucking Dorini dont have a shred of pride. As long as youve got money, you can buy practically anything.
Money, money, money, huh?
Tilarna mumbled sullenly.
The sa as the man-eating devils of Obiza, yes? It seems that you no longer care to call yourself Semani.
Aah. Youre the sa as those idiots, arentcha Tilarna-chan? What a sha.
Dragging his longsword, Elbajhi took a step towards the flas.
So? You planning to stop with that wooden stick of yours? I held back on you before, yknow? Dont be stupid.
Zeyaja.
That so?
Taking another step, Elbajhi laughed as he assud a stance with his sword.
I aint gonna be pulling any punches this ti around.
He made his next move in an instant. Drawing his blade from its scabbard, Elbajhi drew closer in an instant. The power of his strikes was even greater than before. Leaping back, Tilarna barely managed to avoid the point of his blade, adopting a stance with her makeshift weapon.
Give up! Its useless!
Elbajhi swept his sword sideways in an attempt to mow her down. Lowering herself so as to reflexively block his incoming attack, Tilarnas stick was cleanly severed, becoming a re two-thirds of its original length.
Cmon, cmon! Dance so more, little princess!
He struck again. And again.
She was afforded no rcy. Worse still, there was nary a chance for a counterattack. The edge of his sword glimred in the light. Split in two, the piece of wood she held was nothing less than garbage. His assault continued on, ripping her cheap-looking dress to shreds. Her fair, white skin was exposed for all to see.
Try a little harder, why dont you!? Lem have at those boobs!
kuh!
I cannot win. Elbajhi is far too powerful. A shortsword and a stick would not suffice. The enemy was about ready to finish her off. She took a deep breath, coming to terms with her impending demise.
No, I must not give up here! At this rate.
TILAAARNA!!!
Another voice called out to her.
That was all it took for her to realize their identity.
She spotted a man out of the corner of her eye. That crude, odious excuse for a Dorini. Kei Matoba held her sheathed krge aloft, throwing it towards her. Though she remained unaware of the circumstances, he had sohow been able to uncover the whereabouts of this hideout, journeying all the way here to rescue her.
!
The Krge drew a parabola as it rotated in the air.
Stepping aside to avoid another one of Elbajhis strikes, Tilarna firmly grabbed onto the longsword spinning towards her. Rolling safely onto the ground, she promptly drew the blade from its scabbard. Its silver body gleaming alight, a single swing of the Krge blew away the surrounding flas from its re impact.
Hoh!?
As she kneeled on the ground, Tilarna held her blade aloft. Seeing that, Elbajhi smirked.
That stance. That krge. You follow the Vredeni style, missy?
Did I not say it before? I have no obligation to tell you anything!
Hmm, interesting
Taking a lowered stance with his sword, Elbajhi slowly walked towards the thick of the fray.
Need so help?
Matoba asked.
No need!
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