Chapter 12:Throw This!

Just for a brief moment, we finally gained solace. Such peace came after getting rid of as much of the werewolves as possible.

I guess seeing the death of their fellow wolves made the instinct of retreating strong, many of them ran, merging with the darkness that they spawned from.

"Cleaned that up well." Aria chuckled weakly.

"Your injured." I placed her down, inspecting the wound. Except, instead flesh of blood, I was met by wires and static.

"Surprise." Aria laughed at my shocked expression. "I'm a robot."

I carried Aria towards the direction that Cleondra gave her.

Once there I saw a small encampment, men rushed towards me their guns drawn and a stampede of voices each trying to put volume the other.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Before anyone could be trigger happy, Cleondra appeared calming the situation by associating herself with Aria and I. The guns were placed back to the sides of these men in black army attire.

"Warm welcome." I sighed.

"Can't help, but to be on edge." Cleondra pointed out. "Especially behind enemy territory." Her eyes travelled towards Aria. "Rest her down." She ordered. "I'll fix her."

"Where's Chris?" I placed down my injured companion.

"Resting." Cleondra took out a small light and looked at the area of damage. "You can find him in the commander's tent, it's the largest one here."

Aria thanked me as I head off to see Chris.

The camp was filled with men whose faces were flushed between fear and rage.

"It's one of those people from the Greek Institute."

One murmured.

A storm of whispers erupted.

Silence came once a woman exited the tent. Her grey eyes scanned each soldier and then to me.

"Darren?" She asked in a confirming tone.

"Yeah." I replied.

She sighed.

"I can never approve of children on the battle field." Regret over came her vanilla colored face. "I've seen what your friend can do." She removed the white glove from her right hand and extended it to. "General Ashley Spopovich."

She gave a form handshake.

"Can you also help us reclaim Brigaden from these mutts?" She spat after that sentence.

"I will do my best." I wasn't really good at formal so I my answer came awkwardly.

"At least have some strength in your voice." She shook her head. "Last guy had the balls to ask me out."

I eyed the tent knowing who she meant.

"What was your answer?" I prodded.

"If he were one of my soldiers I'd change his gender for such a question." She huffed. "But he is interesting."

Ashley lead me to the tent, it's bland interior shows that the camp is always on the move as it has no floors. Only a few small sleeping mats and Chris occupied one.

"Yo" He waved me over.

He was bruised and had a few cuts, but it didn't look too bad.

"Honestly I'm just tired from fighting all night." Chris lie back yawning.

"Have you heard from Joshua or Japheth?" I sat on the mat beside him.

"Japheth's fighting right now in the arena and Joshua's watching it."

"So their in the city." I lie on the mat. My mind was slowly drifting until finally I fell asleep, exhaustion silently took me.

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Joshua drew blood as he bit his lower lip. Every ounce of him wanted this fight to stop, he could see that Japheth was tired and running out of strength.

Each attack on Gilgamesh was met by a throw, Japheth was losing his patience until he suddenly stopped.

"Giving up?" Gilgamesh chuckled.

"No." Japheth panted. "I'm not going to attack you."

"What?" Joshua's nose curled from his frown.

Beside him Misery and Evelyn laughed at the mini spectacle before them.

Mary Ann gave a small chuckle.

"Smart move." Gilgamesh laughed, amused at the young man's honesty. "The road of Annunaki replies on my leg stance. Your being thrown at sixty miles per hour."

"Only sixty?" Japheth taunted. "If you think throwing me at sixty miles per hour is enough to stop me your mistaken old man."

"Your right." Gilgamesh shrugged. His stance began to lower until he was at the lowest possible version of his Road to Annunaki stance. " 180 should do the trick."

"You and your big mouth!"

He heard a familiar voice shout from the stands.

"I'm still not attacking you old man." Japheth pointed at Gilgamesh.

"No need for you to come to me." Gilgamesh smirked. "I'll just get you myself."

The old man's toes began to propel him at an insane speed, he had grabbed Japheth's arm and flung him. Wind screamed about him as he was tossed towards the wall at a horrific speed. Japheth was waiting for the impact, but it never came, instead he felt his arm being caught and himself being thrown again.

Gilgamesh was running about the colosseum in that awkward position, his toes made his movements like levitation. Each time he'd throw Japheth and run to catch him and toss him again. He repeated this process until the young boy was tossed into the open air overlooking the entire kingdom of Brigaden.

"What..." He looked in fear as Gilgamesh was before him and had grabbed him one final time and tossing him to the sands of the arena.

The impact sent dirt and dust obscuring the visions of spectators.

"Japheth!" Joshua shouted in alarm.

"He can't die." Misery began to tear up.

Gilgamesh landed in the arena and looked about, he saw Japheth's battered body on the ground gasping for air wildly. The smoke cleared letting many of the onlookers see the young man struggling to take in a breath.

Yuri got up and sighed ready to leave.

"I guess he wasn't up to par after all." Creighton pulled up his tie.

"Hold on." Mary Ann held up a hand. "He hasn't given up yet."

Breaths came, he readied himself for the pain and took in a deep breath.

Thankfully he used his ability to harden his body. The pain he felt now was just a reminder that if he didn't think quickly death would take him.

Everything soon subsided and the boy stood up.

"Give up already." Gilgamesh frowned.

Japheth wiped a smear of blood from his olive face.

"That damn technique." He spat. "If only I can..." He winced as pain pushed through his lungs.

"Boy with your injuries, I'd think a few days would kill you before I can. Even if you can stand now, I can see that throw had shattered your ribs. It was supposed to be an instant kill, I congratulate you boy."

"Shut the hell up old man!" Japheth shouted, this action made him cough up some blood. "I haven't lost yet."

"Fool." Gilgamesh took in his stance, readying to kill Japheth for sure this time.

Japheth began stomping, each stomp sent clouds of dust into the air. The dirt rose higher than usual taking a brief refuge in the sky.

"You think such things will stop me?!" Gilgamesh dashed at his opponent only to crash into the already damaged walls of the stadium.

"Where?" He looked about the arena all of the dust was gone, except it didn't land.

In the sky Japheth flew above the colosseum, his face twisted in both anger and pain. Behind him was all of the sand of the arena, it was attached to his arm creating a massive fist.

"All you've been doing is throwing things you geezer." Japheth growled. "Try throwing this!" He pushed the fist downward onto Gilgamesh.

"Your just full of surprises, boy!" A smile grew on Gilgamesh's face. Got into position ready to send this massive attack back.

The sand collapsed and reassemble about Gilgamesh, trapping him in the dusty, yet strong prison.

Japheth began to shake the sand coffin Gilgamesh was in violently. He can hear the discomfort of the old man inside the prison.

"Throw me now you bastard!" Japheth shouted.