City of Ber (4)

January 1731 City of Ber, Province of Ciresia, Osterian Empire.

Forst bursts forth in a quick dash. Screams break out behind him as an explosion erupts behind them. He hears a grunt, and he spun as a sword clashes against his saber, fire erupting with enough power to push him back.

Another follows right behind him, encircling him and dashing on where he was about to land, his eyes locked onto his form before air erupts around his saber, pushing him back far enough to once more dash away from the group of men.

"Bastard! After him!"

He heard a man shout behind him, the thunderous footstep erupting as he was ready to jump down a flight of stairs. He looked down to see the five men awaiting his arrival, his eyes illuminating as he readies another spell.

"We've got him!"

Forst widens his eyes and jumped, his eyes illuminated as he slashes his saber down, powerful winds ripping through, stunning the men as he danced with his saber, slashing their throats and wrists in quick movements, each cut performed with precision, never wasting a second before dashing away in a blast of wind.

He dashes further and faster; the hallways looking like a blur as magic enhances his speed before encountering a panicking crowd. He weaves through the mass of people shaken by the resounding explosion, leaving them panicking as they run.

"There he is!" A man shouts behind him.

Forst looks back to see dozens of men running after him, shoving and struggling to pass through the crowd.

He only jumps atop the stair's rails and slid through, his eyes locked on the enemies waiting for him below.

"Catch that fucker!" shouts the man behind him. Dozens of men appear before him, with muskets and swords drawn for battle.

Forst then grit his teeth, the saber in his arm lighting up in fire as hundreds more thugs and soldiers ran up to him, his mind ready for the backlash of his spell.

Fortunately for him, an explosion of fire rips through from the second floor and Schneider jumps in, saber coated in fire as hundreds ran beside him in panic.

One of the men shouts, "Kill them!"

With those words, muskets fire and swords slashes as dozens of men ran to cut them off, their bullets pinging against their shields as Schneider ran upstairs, his saber slashing against them, ripping them apart with a single mighty slash , fire consuming them in violence.

He looks up the rails, "Forst! What the fuck is happening!?"

Forst merely grunts as he slides, the wind at his back as he slashed. Shield shatters and blood erupts around him as wind blades follow his every step, a swift and deadly dance, leaving the men around him dead and bloody.

He look to his friend and was about to reply before tens more men burst through the stairs and hallways, swords in hand and muskets pointed.

"Fire!"

The men fire, indiscriminately hitting customer, and employees as they make way to the two men.

"Schneider! You handle the men from the second floor while I take care of the rest."

Schneider nods in affirmation before a bullet burst through, shields shatter and muskets clatter to the ground as screams and shouts erupt around them.

The bullet weaving its way through the crowd, aiming directly for the thugs and soldiers.

Blood splatter and men reach for their necks in shock and some cry out in pain at losing their arm.

Meyers walks up to the third floor, his hand forward as he dispatched any stragglers through the panicking crowd.

He glances at them, "So? Forst, where's the colonel?"

"Oh, dear." A familiar voice spoke.

A voice shocking Damien into silence before his mind rapidly form plans and thoughts. Now aware this was not an enemy he could take lightly.

The sounds of shouts and screams erupt beneath them. The explosion leaving the once luxurious office in a burnt mess.

The ground beneath creaks in the pressure, close to breaking, the power of his magic ripping half of the ground where they stood.

The dust settles, Gorgi stood before him untouched, his clothing undamaged and his smile amused as he stood dangerously close to the edge.

He then dusts off his clothing. "I must say, that was quite the performance."

He gives a charming smile as he raises his hand, his confidence apparent from the heavy breathing Damien showed. "Unfortunately, my power vastly outmatches yours."

The ring on his hand illuminates as he raises his hand, "Let's see how you deal wi-"

Before he could even speak, a saber slashes at his throat, and he staggers, the barrier sparking from Damien's strength as a barrage of air blasts against his barrier.

He chuckles. "There is simply no way you could."

Damien then bends down, slamming his hand on the ground as the ground shudders from his strength, crumbling beneath them both.

Gorgi widens his eyes in horror, "ARE YOU INSANE!"

He locks eyes with Damien, only to see the eyes of a man possessed. His golden eyes illuminated and entranced as he raises his hand forward, magic flowing through his veins, wind forming at his back ,saber sparking at his shield, a tip aimed at his chest.

"WE'LL BOTH DIE!" roars Gorgi as he flailed through the sky, his mind abuzz in fear, unable to form plans or magic to defend against the fall.

The seconds of fall felt like eternity for both men as Gorgi's barrier slams to the ground, the force smashing the air out of his lungs, his eyes widened in fear as a saber fell.

The power of their fall was immense, all of which are concentrated on the tip of a saber, shattering it like glass as it pierces his shoulder.

He screams in pain before wind slams against his leg, slicing his means of escape, silencing his scream and cushioning Damien's fall.

Damien swipes the saber from his shoulder, blood splattering over the ground, his expression icy as a crowd forms around him.

He roars out with enough power to be heard by everyone near.

"You are under arrest! Under the charges of assault! Kidnapping! Murder and Blackmail!"