Folly & Agendas & Talulah

Chapter 44

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Cut after cut, wound after wound, shell after shell. The sky was raining mortars; explosions erupted around every corner. Dirt and grime sullied their hands. The second phase of the invasion of Lungmen has started, Patriot and his Guerrillas have stormed the city with tremendous force, and the only one stopping them, is Kaiser Rye. 

He blocked a Guerrilla soldier's saber with his blade, flipped the soldier over him, and delivered a violent slash along the abdomen. Then he focused on more incoming Guerrillas, forcing him to fight defensively until he could counterattack. The Draco plunged his blade into a soldier's chest; the squelch of blood, flesh and bones rattled his ears; he threw the body aside.

He stared down the Wendigo standing before him. A hostile aura flowed through the air, chilling spines, infusing dread and terror. Kaiser Rye cocked his wrists before he charged at him. A bloody blade meets a stalwart shield, clashing violently; sparks flew after each strike. 

Patriot's overwhelming strength far outmatched the Draco's, but Kaiser Rye had a few thoughts in mind. He swung his blade, then transformed it back into a shield to block Patriot's spear. The sheer force knocked him off the ground, sending him many feet away from the Wendigo. He landed on his knees;  his fingers dug into the asphalt below.

"You stand, no chance, Kaiser Rye," Patriot stated.

"I'm not done just yet," The Draco lifted himself up.

"Just yet? You are far, too incompetent. And you still, rebel. Against the Infected."

"The Reunion isn't what it used to be. We used to be full of good people. Now we're fighting under the guise of a brighter future, one where the whole world will go up in flames. I'm not letting that happen. Not now, not never."

"How can you, possibly stop this?!"

"There is always a way."

Kaiser Rye regained his footing and dashed at him. Patriot blocked his first strike with his enormous shield. The Draco planted his foot on top of the shield, allowing himself to be flipped over the Wendigo's body. Patriot swung his spear behind him, only to be blocked by Kaiser Rye's glowing hand; his Arts began to resonate throughout the area.

With a swipe of his arm, a bright shockwave burst from thin air. Patriot gripped his shield tightly with his claws, guarding himself from the Kaiser's sudden attack; the Draco flung himself backwards. The ground around them exploded; the bombs in the exploded, mortars burst to pieces. Shrapnel found its way into the soldiers carrying them. 

The Draco hung his arms to his side. The side emitting from his hands vanished leaving behind cracks in his skin. The warm aura surrounding him slowly turned cold. The heat from his body slowly seeped into his bones, healing all of his wounds from the inside out.

"Patriot. Stop," Kaiser Rye urged.

"No. I cannot," Patriot stated. "It's too late. The attack, has progressed, this far."

The Wendigo hurled his spear over his back. The weapon was enveloped in a cloudy red aura, flying faster than the blink of an eye. A trail of smoke followed the leader's halberd, shining brightly, until it landed with a vicious-

CLANNG!*

-or did it?

The spear sizzled- in Kaiser Rye's hand. He gripped the colossal spear before he hurled it back to Patriot. The weapon was stabbed into the ground, and it weakened the Draco's arm, Patriot pulled it out to resume the battle. All the while, the Guerrillas have invaded deeper into the city.

Patriot charged at the Draco delivering a downward thrust. Kaiser Rye dodged it, kicked the Wendigo in his side - Patriot barely felt it. He continued to exert his pressure on the Draco. Kaiser Rye used his blade to block Patriot's attack, but his stamina was waning.