CHAPTER 19 – T-minus (5)

Drego, just seems to turn into a huge, pink dragon. A dragon of a size bigger than me, Feather and even the guy she was fighting. What was so special about this Razor?

"You seem to have teamed up," Razor says.

I don't answer, and simply try to grab the guy, but he quickly just moves away, only by a bit, and laughs. Feather joins in, but with no effect to it at all.

I look at the knife in Razor's hand, that was the only aim, according to Drego. I make sure Razor doesn't follow my gaze at the knife.

As I move again, following the same pattern, Razor groans. He moves around me, carefully, taunting me by tapping at my armour. He slashes his knife finally on my armour, the body piece just falls, and at the same pace, an arrow is shot towards Drego, the arrow digs deep in her dragon skin.

Drego looks towards the building where the arrow was shot from. How strong of an arrow must it be, to pierce such a skin? Drego simply removes it, growling.

Razor sees that I'm distracted, and digs his knife into me. "That part…" he stops, as if calculating, as his knife stays in me. With fear in his eyes, he tries to take it out, but the knife doesn't budge. I simply kick him away.

I hear Drego take a deep breath, and right as I move my hand to hold the knife, Razor runs to me, with some unknown fear in his eyes. Right as I touch the knife-

***

"So I should wear your armour?" Witch, who seems to be the only one to understand, asks.

"Simply put," I shrug.

"I will, I will. I don't question. Just confirmed," Witch says.

"No, that's not what-"

No one seems to understand how just Feather and Witch being there, would just work. Until they witness with their own eyes, their own projections, just standing around Witch, who had put on my armour, and Feather.

"How did you think you could help your whole building by yourself?" I had asked Thunder.

"I don't make weapons out of my hand or something. Besides, did you see it hit something?"

"No…" I had said, realising of it just then.

"I just simply made a common spear as an illusion," Thunder had shrugged.

"Can you project any kind of illusion?"

"As long as I can picture it to make it," Thunder had said, with a pause. "Or source out."

"Source out?"

Thunder was basically giving the projections of everyone, as they were moving in their real positions.

"But what about the sound?" I had asked.

"Only visionary…" Thunder had said.

"I'm a dragon," Feather had said, later when I explained to him, the first person I met after getting the idea.

Dragons could easily amplify their own or anyone else's voices. So making a few mere cheers, using himself and Witch, was not too hard. Besides, Feather could alter his sound by a lot, that is how he could easily speak in Lost-Bird's accent and voice.

I look at the beautiful speech these two had just made up, which wasn't even the plan, and realise that they were in the end trying to motivate the people, who were actually looking at them, and listening to them, with realising eyes.

Witch disappears into the crowd, as the Exterior-Beings surround the illusions.

"Building 3, the fourth floor," Witch says through the mobile, and I start my move.

The plan was simple; to show Saturn Organisation that we are not easy to go down. Just a classic scare: we couldn't afford to easily just defeat all of them here. Even when that was plausible, with sacrifices like Wrap's.

But Thunder got us this wild-card, of just surviving, and taking down few of them.

"I don't think I can fight though," Rusk had said.

"You have done enough, Rusk," Psyand had said.

"Scelestha… we need to… get them. Somehow. After taking out one of the range persons, it'll be hard to bring them out one by one, later on."

The battle was on us, I realised that after understanding Thunder's shook expression from before, which Rusk explained to me. TBC's message meant that… they definitely weren't coming. It was a message of hope that Saturn Organisation will wait for TBC's arrival, which won't happen. And give time to the powered-individuals.

So we were on our own. But not alone.

I quickly sneak behind this person in building 3, and knock him out. Arrows, a bow, a jar of green liquid. He was ready to shoot the powered-individuals.

I could easily have taken out a Exterior-Being, but getting an actual person, whom we could talk to, was preferable: according to me. Besides, there was Psyand, her mother, and Lost-Bird, who had gone for one Exterior-Being. Hoping that it'd be enough for Witch.

I look out the window and spot a pink dragon. She had an arrow hit towards her, she looks towards another building, and growls.

Whereas Witch seems to fight some… guy. Who had a knife… how are these kind of people at all considered as strong?

I gasp, as the guy seems to stab Witch. Why the fuck did she remove her armour? My armour had fallen there, on the ground. And as the guy seems to take the knife out, he fails. Witch kicks him away, even before Feather moves to do the same.

The pink dragon breathes fire out, and fire fills my view, surrounding the four there, protecting them from Exterior-Beings. The Exterior-Beings make a quick retreat.

I look at the centre of the fire, as the fire is cleared out, in a while, by the pink dragon. The pink dragon uses its tail of course, as any other dragon does. It is basically how people try to put-off fire using weighted blankets.

I find Feather having apprehended the guy, as he tries to fight out. Of course he couldn't, he… Feather takes his hands off, as the guy starts getting encircled in red energy. Maybe flame, but something… a bit… no, very different.

The dragon quickly speeds to the guy, and in a blink, they both just disappear.

I slap myself around my cheeks, to see if I was drugged or hallucinating or probably dreaming. Wouldn't be weird or too farfetched in this city.

Witch seems to get a notification, and quickly makes her move towards another building, after wearing the fallen armour. And so I follow her, carrying this not-so-heavy-guy.

As I reach the roof of another building, I find Witch taking out the flesh from one of the Exterior-Beings. Psyand's mother was doing her job of covering Psyand. And Lost-Bird just watching.

"Was it hard?" I ask Lost-Bird.

Lost-Bird finally realises of my presence, and looks at the guy on the ground.

"Well, Psyand just pinned it against the corner. And it barely did anything," Lost-Bird says.

"What?" Witch magically appears near the group.

"My projected hand can't be harmed," Psyand says.

"That…" Witch says.

"Why do you even fear for her then, mother?" I ask, scoffing.

"There are… other things," Psyand's mother says.

"Right, you'd know," I say. "We as her sisters will protect her." I form a cheerful fist and bop it upwards.

Psyand's mother gives a flattered expression.

"You and mom look only a dozen years apart," Psyand says.

"Psyand!" Psyand's mother hisses and hits on Psyand's shoulder.

"Hah…" I gasp. "How dare you. Mother the blade won't be a joke no more."

"Yes, give me the blade," Psyand's mother teases too, looking at Psyand.

I look towards Witch, while laughing.

"That…" I point at the knife just instilled into the armour's side opening, at the waist. "Is not the place."

"Ah, sorry. In a hurry, I couldn't figure where to keep it," Witch says.

"What even was the deal with that guy though?"

"They both just randomly teleported. The lady called herself as the queen of dragons."

Queen of dragons? Wait right! The queen of dragons has pink hairs, I heard. So that was Drego.

"Called herself Drego. And the other guy was Razor."

Bingo! And Razor? Shit, that must be one of… 'him'. Teleportations, weird powers. No wonder. The world was ruining more than the visible chaos. If he made it to Earth, Saturn Organisation would be of least priority and value, or to be feared.

"Right. Weird. Anyways, where is Feather?" I ask.

"Just following them he said, in case he can catch one."

"Oh, did this one help by the way?" I point at the dead Exterior-Being.

"Only for the wound caused by that Razor," Witch sighs.

"What even was that?"

I knew the answer. It must be that psychopath Razor. He indeed was an OG, afterall.

"Drego just… instructed to do so."

Even without some mere knife, he was a… part of 'him'. How was this essential at all?

"Weird happenings. I guess at least we won, so let's rejoice," I say.

"So next we..." Witch and Psyand's mother say together.

I glance at both, smiling, and then look at the unconscious guy.

"Wake him up from sweet dreams," I nod.