CH 6

The academy's structure was crumbling down. Every minute there would be different scales of explosions. Surprisingly, there were still no deaths amassed. Seriously injured there were, but life was contained.

Arta walked through the halls. It was eerily quiet around her, and she was walking the opposite way from the evacuation area.

"Where could the disruption be?" She saw that the students were continuously evacuated, and all was going too well. A thought flashed before she could process it.

No matter what, her preparations were not in vain. Looking at the crumbling buildings and all within it, it was such a waste of resources. Her only wish was for the day to end without glamour.

She laughs at such a wish. It was not a day to expect such.

Her expression turned serious as she glanced back. It was to the direction of the main hall where hundreds of lives gathered.

There was a variable that presented itself; it seemed the end was near, and so the height of danger reached its peak.

...

In front of the main hall, Van Heinwick stood tall. Across him was a hooded figure with strength unfathomable.

A moment passed before a fight ensued. Runes flashed infront of the figure and unrelenting beams attacked Heinwick. There's a grace in where he avoided and counterattacked. Various spells were thrown between and around them.

Attacks grazed and tattered their clothes yet the hood set still in the face of the attacker. Heiwick had much greater pressure on him. Aside from fighting with the enemy, he had to maintain the domain behind him. Unrelenting and untouched by the chaos around it. Some professors were also out and about, fending of the enemies.

Arta arrived to such a scene and before she could even appreciate it, there was another matter she had to attend to.

Her figure flashed and perched on top of a tree. Aside from the battle upfront, there was a kidnapping happening at the back. She watched as the unconcious children were dragged around by other children. She also watched as the children who dragged around others morphed into adults with runes tattoed on them.

...how powerful was the mage behind this, a true master of seals that can disrupt perception.

She seemingly understands that the fight infront was a distraction for other movements. If she's right the children inside the domain were not safe. There might be a strong magic or seal cast that will kill all and even the one who cast such domain.

Kidnapping and murder such was this world. Such was the world she was born to.

In a flash, she killed 1, and injured 2 enemies. One small sword to the throat, and one directed blast of fire mixed with chemicals. The element of surprise would only do much.

She held one who's life was barely hanging and threw it back to the domain. She couldn't do this alone and the strong one with the domain should be able to detect such variable and make neat adjustments.

Now, standing infront of her were 2 mages still standing: one injured, and one not. They had hostages in their hands. And standing against them was a sweet 8-year-old who didn't know nothin'.

Well, who was she kidding.

The men infront shared a look before one faced her and the other gathered the children.

Well, this wasn't good. The man infront of her favoured close combat and in this life, she was inept at it.

Arta backed gaining distance before firing one spell out before another. Fire spells were favored as the trees were beginning to become collateral to this fight. The man skillfully evaded and pursued.

This fight had to end quickly for both sides.

Both flashed at each other before landing at the opposite ends.

Arta spurts a mouthful of blood and trickles of blood covered her eyes and hands. In all seriousness, she was running low on her etherun and was exhausted from the constant defense she had around all the time from the start of the bombs until now.

She blinked trying to focus her senses before a thud sounded at her back.

Not good.

The other was already escaping with the children suspended in the air and had shot a powerful spell towards her.

Blearily, she stood and stretched her hand forward.

"Come forth"

Her whispers were thrown to the wind as a fire shaped snake attacked the one running and who was already tearing a talisman that seemed to be a spell (to escape? to defend?).

Before the enemy could run, and cast whatever talisman it is. The snake shaped fire went forwards and burned through the etherun around and inside the enemy. The person didn't even know how he died.

Just in an instant, he was burned to ashes.

The 4 children who was just held hostage also safely landed at just a distance.

The skies were filled with smoke, there was a burning sensation on her throat. Red spots also covered her vision and there was also a slight ringing in her ear.

...and so it ends...

She gazes at the sky and blinked the blood away. As Arta turned around, her gaze met another. Standing tall, with the air of death and the pressure of power was Van Heinwick.

Ah. Shit.