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Chapter 34

We're cornered. Our backs are against a wall and no less than fifteen people stand in front of us, clothed in dark black uniforms.

The hag is standing a few feet behind them, watching what's about to happen with a devilish smile on her face. I guess she's not planning on fighting, what a wuss.

What am I supposed to do? I can't fucking fight I have no ma-

My thoughts are cut off by Lucas abruptly standing in front of me, shielding me from the horror before us.

"Don't worry Luna, I've got this," he mumbles to me as he takes a step forward.

Although that's really sweet I can't help but feel a little useless. I'm not use to being a damsel in distress and to be honest I don't want to be one.

I should be fighting along side Lucas but alas fate is not on my side, I'm powerless.

I look up and see Lucas taking on three guys at once, I never realised he was this good. As well as using magic he's also using martial arts and it's really playing to his advantage.

One down. Two down. There goes the third. It carries on like this until there's only three people left standing on the opposing side.

I glance over Lucas's head and my eyes meet the hag's. There's a look of worry and fear in them but as soon as she notices my stare she's quick to change her tack and her face is now void of expression.

I return my eyes to Lucas and when I do I gasp in fear. He's in the floor clutching his right arm as he lets out a small cry of pain.

He hasn't given up though. There are still lights shooting out of his left palm and one of his attacks renders one of the three people left unconscious.

Now it's two one one but Lucas might as well count as half a person considering he's in an injured state.

One of the two people left, a girl in her early twenties with dark charcoal eyes and bright red hair that reaches her mid back, strikes Lucas, with what I can only describe as a wind blade (a blade that is made by controlling the air), right in his stomach.

I don't even hear Lucas's screams over my own. Terror is oozing out of me at an alarming rate. I rush to his side, ignoring the obvious danger. All I can think about is saving Lucas.

All I see is red. I whimper as immense worry spreads through me, right to the tips of my toes, making them curl.

I need to think logically and sensibly or else he might not make it.

Luckily I know what to do, I rip off a section of my already tattered trousers and use it to try and reduce his blood loss by placing it on the wound and applying plenty of pressure. However, before I can do more I hear the other person edging towards us and I know he's about to attack.

"NO!" I scream so loud there's a chance I deafened everyone within a five mile radius. As I said this I felt something burst within me, most likely fear.

I hold Lucas protectively, using my body to shield his. I'm brace myself for an attack but it never comes.

I lift my head to see both remaining people and the hag unconscious on the floor.

Was my scream really that loud?

Right now I don't care about how that happened, all I know is that Lucas is in trouble and I need to save him.

I continue to apply pressure to his wound but I don't think it's doing much, if he looses anymore blood I doubt that he'll make it. The wound is extremely deep and large so the blood leaves at a rapid pace and that doesn't help the situation.