AND IT RAGES ON I (Ch. 125)

Raven and Duke are given little room for rest, as the battle raged fiercely around them and the salty muffling sent of sweat and metallic sent of blood rose around them they square up still against a foe that had so far proven beyond the duo's match, Raven and Duke hold nothing back. Raven empowered still by his combination technique and Duke with his three fold combination technique, his Striker Enforcer and Auxiliary taking effect, his empowered eyes enabled him authority to survey his opponents imprinted 'Force' flow and physical patterns of combat,

(What's the point when we can't even keep up!) He ponders reaction to block Lingyun's liver kick, bitting a groan as he skids sideways several meters Lingyun moves to pressure when Raven blurs his spin kick crashing against the spear master's weapon, the release of compressed force bringing but the slightest of shift in his arm as the Chinese man spins his scimitar spear to the flow as he spins with immaculate footsteps before transitioning with a bottom grip into a thundering blow that halts Duke's sneak attack forcing him to guard as his left knee is pressed creating a crater against the ground, giving a shout he spins his clothing to lock in the spear at the blades hilt as Raven blurs to Lingyun's left in a standard Kyokushin stance ready to strike. Lingyun is quick with his reply, his weapon bursting into green flames,

{Fake Artifact!} Silver growl's with inhibited hate, Duke quickly recalling the previous encounter releases his hold and gives distance, Raven however refuses to retreat, drawing for the one thousandth of a second on the 'Heart', as his chop moves to connecting with Lingyun's hip the latter is in full empowered motion swinging his aflame spear to sever Raven's head. In full motion and with Lingyun's superior advancement and thus physical capabilities, at the speed of motion both attacks would connect, in essence, he'd die, despite this Silver shows no panic, his belief in the young man founded in experienced belief, 

(It'd be to late to move my torso...), a quick compression of 'Force' and release pushes his swing to his side as he transitions into a fist, next under the same mili second a following release from his elbow area gives he punch strength, going one step further he focuses the invasive cold in his fist, the blows connect.

Immediately Lingyun senses the change, the spears soul fire quenched by impregnable cold. The cold as well keeping Raven's fist mostly unharmed, the exchange quickly puts Lingyun on guard,

(He has a true artifact, luckily at his advancement what he can do is limited at best... nevertheless) Lingyun frowns watching Raven intently, well aware that if the situation called for it he'd abandon restraint and exact his artifacts abilities, 

(This time, there'll be no mistakes) he ponders with a determined will, 'Force' ambient and imprinted alike is whipped into a frenzy,

{A Pseudo Domain} Silver declares grimly, 

"Fuck" the two combatants exclaim in unison.

Red Light after Red Light Roger blew bast them with mechanical ease, leaving every police pursuit vehicle in the dust. Outwardly he assured his ward of her father's safety, inwardly despite his calm the mounting pressure that came with every ticking second felt all to real. 

(We're still three minutes from the general location where the master was last seen) he frowns, (lord's please) he pleads.

At the inquiry of his final words  Jeremy young gives a smile, the male being clothed in absolute black gave the smile no thought,

"Very well" he declares, his hand edged in a blade like way as he blurs piercing through Jeremy's heart and the wall behind, the man gave a gasp as he coughs blood, his eyes and lips still fixed in a smile, and despite his ruined heart's last beat regretting nothing at his last. The light of life fades to the world beyond, as the man moved to retract his arm he finds to his shock that he is frozen in place, seconds later he's in complete stasis both in mind and body, behind him blows, Harold who had arrived seconds too late enacts his DOMAIN, the world heeding to the enactment of his will, the restructuring of the very physics that governs the planters conduct, withing his domain he slows time to a sickening crawl, then beyond, grasping at space itself, it wrinkles like a fresh dried clothe, Harold roars pulling with his might, time rewinds, the most he can accomplish is seconds before the tip of the black clothed man's index pierces Jeremy's heart, the world's will would cede no more, that at least would be enough, with a jet engine exhale of exhaustion his body trembles as he releases. Time resumes, but something is amiss, not quite right, not quite as remembered, the man looks to his arm to find it severed from the elbow, this incomprehensible reality still does not register in his brain till seconds later, not until the unfamiliar presence behind blows his legs clean from beneath him,

"Your death" the six nine mountainous man growls with a beastly glare, "YOU WILL BEG FOR IT!" He declares practicing restraint from crushing the bastards skull then and there.

Bearly seconds later Roger and co burst unto the scene,

"FATHER!!!!" Amy screams running up to her bleeding father, Harold reigns his anger, 

"Move" he commands, despite her reluctance she accedes to his order, "meet us at the mansion" he states picking the man he enacts his 'Force' arts halting the flow of blood as he blurs from his point in space.

"Young miss, we must make haste to the battlegrounds, our objective is far from complete" Roger states while running to lift the unconscious CSO up. Upon getting seated in the car he gives an order,

"Girls, get him conscious" he states blowing past several more red lights, seconds later Amy's smack rattles the man consious, 

"BOSS!" The CSO shouts turning frantically, 

"Hey!" Laura shouts drawing his attention, "everythings going to be alright",

"Dwight" Roger calls, 

"Huh?, Roger?, Where's the boss?",

"He's with Mr Harold, and frankly put, he's in God's hands" he replies, "We're rapidly approaching the battle area, i need you to drive the girls back to the mansion, keep them safe" he orders,

"Understood" the CSO replies swiftly, just a kilometre to the raging battle, Roger brings the car to a halt, even from their position the roars and noise of combat rang clear,

"Roger" amy calls,

"I'll be safe young miss" to this she replies with a smile,

"Dwight",

"On it" he replies hopping into the drivers seat as he whips the car around speeding into the distance, Roger ignites his Enforcer technique bluring towards the fight, seconds later he arrives, the ground littered with injured bearly consious, speeding past the outskirts he spots his target, Raven Voss, 

"Well that doesn't look good" he murmurs watching their foe empower his pseudo Domain, the opponent strikes, his simictar spear empowered with green flames and 'Force' alike, crashing towards the two combatants. Despite his readiness to remain in place his young masters will would dictate he at the very least defend this strike, 

(Luckily, i'm prepared) he smiles pulling out a white mask, the very one he always dons when he executes covert tasks.