Chapter 128 Silvers burning

"I will tell you everything,"

The three that are awake watched the image expand with Sandel and Peter holding each other, Sadnel clenched his hand, making a dagger appear, Peter tried to pull away but she broke his hand and pulled him close to headbutt him, but the image stopped hearing Luke say, 

"Haven't we seen this before?" 

Sandel formed in the middle look at the image, they have seen this before. She hummed, turning to Luke and saying, 

"I have. Let's get to where we left off," 

Sandel disappeared with the image changing to Micheal, falling from the wounds in his chest and stomach. He crashed on the floor, barely awake, listening to his voice. Sandel stared at his form, clenching her sword, staring at Peter, where he towered over Micheal's layen body. He pointed his knife at his neck as he glanced behind him, 

"I knew you two would do that," 

Ain and Brand walked beside each other, Barnd cleaning her sword with her sleeve glaring at the blood, what filth her precious blade had to cut through. Ain looked at Micheal, but her gaze caught a formidable one. Her pinks met a dominant silver. This is new. Sandel is different from the last she's seen of her. She used to be weak, asking for their help, and then here she is stronger than before. It could make her shake. Ain walked to Peter and Micheal when Formoir fell to the ground with his stings helping him down, he looked over the gated room when his eyes met Sandel, he grins at her site standing on the ground on Michael's neck. Micheal didn't budge when Formoir stomped on his neck placing his full weight on him, he still hasn't moved, not even flinched, Sandel took a step closer to them but a blade hindered her placed at her neck she peered at Tuatha, he looked at her scorn, his wounds are healing slow. That mean there lossing their virtue. 

"Not another step, Sandel,"

Sandel glared at him placing her hand on his sword ignoring her hand buring from the mear touch from it, she went to push it away from her but Peter started to laugh, She glanced at him, hes looking at Michael with a smirk kicking his shoulder. 

"Look how far you've fallen, Micheal," 

Peter kicked him again, this time getting a reaction out. Sandel, a dagger, flew past his leg, caught his garment on fire, Peters eyes widened, and so did the others around him. Tuatha felt his sword give way its bent. She moved past the sword, slowly melting the sword in half. 

"You for have done it, there isn't going back from this," 

Tuatha followed her raising his sword and saw that strings looms over her, waiting to tie her, Sandels eyes followed the string and swung her sword cutting them before they burnt to ashes, Sandel walked to them when Tuatha swings his sword, Sandel took her sword obstructed his, Tuatha sword starts to break leaving some in pieces. Sandel glares at Peter, her eyes turned white. Peter hesitated. Sandel, what have you hidden from them. He looked to Ain, pointing at her, 

"You fight her Ain, see how far she has gotten,"

His voice wavered. They haven't seen her like this, and him with Tuatha gotten only a little of it. Ain huffed lunging over Micheal to Sandel, Ain aimed to cut through her sword that meant to her shoulder and chest would be sliced apart, Sandel clashed their sword together. Ain pushed against her, and Ain stumbled, losing her grip. Sandel took this as an opening rushing past her with her sword cutting through Ain, so qwick that they didn't see her sword. Sandel looked at Formoir, who grined at her, raising his hand, saying,

"You've gotten better, Sandel, from that weak dove that you once were," 

Formoir saw her grimed exasperation, making his grin grow wider. He sent his string at Sandel, and she watched it desend on her, Sandel dissapered from his string, leaving them worried. Where has she gone now? Formoir heard Micheal grown from under his boot, he stared down at the head angel with pleasure, finallly a reason to grin for pain from someone who thought they where superior to him, how much they waited. Formoir giggled, leaning his foot closer on Micheals neck. This time, he got something, but not what he hadn't seen before, 

"Stop that," 

A percing pain came from his leg, Formoir fell forward with Peter having to catch him, Peter seethed grabbing onto him, he looked around for the silver angel only to see she was gone again, this is her plan strike when needed, then dissaper into the light, Peter glanced at Tuatha and said, 

"She's faster than before,"

"That she has,"

Tuatha looked around the room and caught Brand trying to help Ain. She held her up, whispering into her ear,

"How could she take you down like this, Ain? we've grown better than this," 

Tuthua scoffed moving his head he caught a flash of light infront of him, he rebuild his sword when Micheal dissapered from them, Formoir pushs against Peter glaring behind them, feeling his foot healing he looked to Peter, muttering, 

"She will fall before us," 

He shoved Peter standing on his own, he turned around lifting his hands searching for strings around the room, he looked to Peter who's seen what he has planed and leaned back by the strings, his knife like a mirorr waiting for a light to shine on it. Brand pulls Ain up, glaring at her sisters wound, that arrogant pigeon think she can hurt them and get away with it. Band let Ain stand on her own walking where Michael used to be holding her sword staring at the ceiling, saying, 

"That vile girl cut thought you,"

Band glared above her, thinking the cut strings were where she might be. A flach of light came from above them and the strings broke apart, Bard pulled her sword and pointed it above her, Ain glanced around them seeing that Tuatha and Formoir looked elsewhere, as for Peter has his eyes on where Micheal was. Where she was. Peter pointed his knife where Micheal was whispering out,

"You're near,"

Band yelled out in pain as a large light cut the room in half, cutting her arm she backed away feeling the rumbling from around them, the strings tattered falling over them, Peter glared at the ground thinking, 

"Divide. Sandel, this one I've taught you so well, " 

Peter felt a harsh cut from behind him and glanced behind him, Sandel stood not far off her sword graced her side with her leaning forward, Peter stepped close to her, watching them, 

"She's behind us," 

Tuatha and Formoir looked to her and saw what Peter did, a waiting angel watching over them, patiently for what they would do next, Peter tried to get closer to her but Sandel unleashed her sword, slashing the room in thirds, one room for each of them. Peter looked around him, he hasn't seen this from her before. She must have learned it from elsewhere. 

"All of you need each other."

Her voice bounced off the walls around them. It sounds so cold. It used to be shy about waiting for something wrong, but never did.

"Sandel, let us out!" Tuatha shouted

Sandel hummed, shifting to Tuatha is, he saw her walking to him, cuculaited, Tuatha held his sword, assessing her. She's different, more directed and relentless than before. Tuatha went to walk to Sandel when he heard Brand yelling, 

"Why are you here!" 

"You're foolish, Brand. She stands here with me," Formoir said 

"No, she's in here," Ain yelled 

Tuatha looked at Sandel to find her glaring at him the same, walking towards him with her sword at her side, 

"Tuatha, you have all asked for this."Sandel told him, stopping, "This is where it ends," 

Tuatha scoffed, tightening his grip on his sword, taking her in as she walked to him. Tuatha flinched, realizing that he didn't hear them yelling. Nothing came from them. Tuatha felt a rush of wind move past his face, His eyes widened at the sight. Sandel stared at him with her eyes like fire burning at the ends. Her sword elegantly laid at the left side of his face, Tuatha went to lift up his arm, he's frozen and couldn't move. 

"Time stands still for you," 

He watched her lift her sword and swings it down onto his neck, he felt a percing pain struck thought his neck, he felt his breath leave him his vision shot, as Sandel whispered under her breath, 

"Now, take him," 

He felt a breath burn around him before he fell into a deep slumper.