Cylvia ground her teeth as Auvyr twisted her arm farther and farther. She made no sign of giving in or even any of pain. It was slowly broken, bones popping, she could feel them, but didn’t so much as flinch. Auvyr was put on edge. There was no point in killing someone who wasn’t afraid. There was no point in killing someone if there were no screams or any pain.
“Scream. Scream you bitch. Fucking. Scream”, he was fed up with it. All he wanted was one good, earsplitting scream.
Cylvia held her ground. She refused to show any kind of weakness. He started to twist the bone at an angle. She felt the bone start to pierce through her arm from the inside. It was a sickening feeling, and it was an almost blinding pain, but she kept a straight face.
“Listen here”, he flipped her onto her back, “If you don’t scream, I will cut your throat out here and now”, he brandished his sword and held it up to her neck.
Cylvia spit in his face and grabbed his arm and pushed it up towards him. He easily anticipated the sword, but didn’t expect the kick in the crotch. Even for someone like him, that easily crumpled his game plan.
Even a demon like him wouldn’t be able to withstand that without at least faltering, Cylvia thought. She picked up her sword. She had only one usable arm, her left, but she was fortunate enough to be ambidextrous when it came to the blade.
Auvyr bitterly snickered, “Good, it seems like you still got some fight in you. It‘d be a terrible pity to kill a helpless little girly.”, he grabbed his crotch with one hand and grabbed his sword with the other.
“Alright bitch, you ready to get in the fucking ground”, he screamed.
Auvry charged, sword at his side. Cylvia kept her eyes sharp and prepared for an attack. She anticipated a possible sweep followed be a kick. Maybe even an overhead slash with a punch afterwards. She admired his ability to chain swordsmanship and martial arts together so fluidly. It was going to be hard, but she couldn’t fail. She never failed before, she wouldn’t start today.
Cylvia wouldn’t have to do anything, at least not at that moment. Auvyr was blindsided and tackled by Adva. Auvyr kicked the body off of him, but not fast or far enough. Auvyr was too far into Adva’s range and Adva was too close to adequately make use of the swords.
Adva knew with his surprise attack he would have a few moments to get in a few punches before Auvyr would have a chance to reclaim his senses and counter. A right hook into the jaw, left jab into the collar bone, right upper into the ribs. Adva just kept on throwing as many punches as he could.
Then, even in a flurry of punches, Adva could see that Auvyr was starting to smile.
“Cylvia, get the hell outta here! You can’t hope to win, just go!”, he barked. It was the most serious he had ever been on a mission, it shocked her that he even had a serious side.
Cylvia took the hint. She sheathed the sword she had in her hand and picked up her other and walked away. There was no point for her to try and help. She bitterly swallowed her defeat by a superior and left him in Adva’s hands.
Auvyr dropped his blade and started his counter assault. He ducked another shot to the face and punched his sternum and followed with a shot to the solar plexus. Adva gasped and dropped to his knee, but he quickly recovered by throwing a punch into Auvyr’s stomach.
It connected, but Auvyr easily absorbed and caught the blow. In a quick flow, he was able to kick Adva onto his back and arm bar him. Adva didn’t panic, but knew he had to think quick or he was going to have his arm snapped in half. He tried snaking his arm out of his grip, but it was too strong. He tried to roll over, but Auvyr’s legs had him pinned down. The only thing he could do is flex his arm and prolong it unless he could think of something else in the next thirty seconds.
Nearing the entrance of the Katacombs, Jack and Skylar were getting closer to escaping. Skylar had much longer legs and was a few paces ahead of her smaller bodied partner, but he was still keeping an even pace behind her.
“C’mon Jack, we’re almost there. If anything else, we can at least get the hell outta here”
As they approached the spiral staircase, another figure slowly stepped down. Although there was no way Jack could’ve known who that was, Skylar had heard of a girl fitting the description of the girl walking towards them now. A monster, a murderous monster. Without weapons, they would have no way of even touching her.
“Jack, quick, dodge”, at her words, they both leaped to the side.
“Gotcha”, Aqua was at the foot of the stairs, ready to meet the blonde. She raised Thanatos and Mors and hastily fired off a few rounds.
“Oh c’mon, won’t you come out and play? I love those icy blue eyes of yours blondie”
Skylar swore to herself. She was the target, and if what she heard was correct, this girl never gave up on a prize until they were dead. Seeing that killer was still alive, Skylar didn’t think anyone had ever bested her either. She didn’t even seem to acknowledge Jack however. Sksylar took that into account in hopes that she might be able to use that fact.
She looked over at the body of Max, the man now dead and the weapons at his sides. If only she had the foresight to pick them up. Jack was shaken from being shot at, but he was at least on his feet. He stood with his gun gripped tightly in both of hands and held close to his chest. Jack was breathing hard, but his eyes seemed determined. He was quickly adapting, Skylar just hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
Jack reached around the corner and fired off a few blind shots. Aqua was so focused on her right, that she almost was hit by the shots coming from Jack, but she caught the sight out of her peripherals and was able to duck out of the way. She smiled out of amusement and fired her guns right back and hit him in the arm.
“THE FUCK!”, Jack screamed. He dropped his weapon and instantly fell back. The ripping pain of the bullet penetrating his flesh, was more painful than he thought. He looked at the wound and thankfully it grazed the top, but it was still bleeding.
Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of peroxide and dumped it on the wound. He usually savored watching the foaming of the liquid, but he couldn’t take the time. He took out a length of bandage and wrapped it around the wound, tying it securely.
“Took too much time fucker”, Aqua smiled a wicked grin and cocked her gun behind Jack’s head.
“You’re missing someone”, Skylar said from the other side. Aqua quickly turned ready to fire. She knew the Blonde couldn’t have been far away and she’d protect her comrade. Regardless it was a stupid move, she figured the chances of the blond having a weapon for herself was slim lest she would have fired in unison with the boy. Calculating everything out, Aqua figured she was in the clear and she would have the blond to herself soon.
What she didn’t expect was a wall of dirt flung into her face. Skylar threw the biggest handful of sand she could into her assailants face and ducked. Aqua grunted in annoyance, but couldn’t get much out. Sand went into her nose and a bit into her mouth, but her eyes are what disrupted her.
She shot in random directions hoping to hit, but she heard them all hit stone. Skylar snuck by and took Jack by his good arm and hid behind a pillar with him. She held him close to make sure neither of them stood out. His heart was pounding hard against his chest; she could both feel and hear it.
“Pretty cheap fuckin’ trick blondie”, Aqua’s spit into the ground, but just couldn’t help smiling like a fool, “but that’s why I figured you’d be such an interesting mark.”
She finished wiping most of the dirt out of her eyes. Aqua’s eyes still stung, but nothing she couldn’t take to get that ultimate high. She raised her guns and pricked her ears up like a cat trying to pick up any kind of noise. It was unnecessary however. They left foot prints. She'd have no difficulty stalking them.