Author's Note: So, this is another story I'm working on. I want to see how well I can take on writing two stories simultaneously. I finished watching Tokyo Ghoul the anime series. I went to various websites to get the extra parts the manga covered, but the anime didn't. I'm still rough around the edges, but I hope I'm able to make a wholesome story. As for the crossover part, this is important, it is going to be the Tokyo Ghoul Universe with Borderlands character added in it. The Borderlands characters can be seen as OCs if you do not know Borderlands and/or its characters. Now with that out of the way I hope you enjoy the prologue of my Tokyo Ghoul story. Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or Borderlands. I own my original characters and backgrounds for some characters. This story will contain blood, gore, violence, and dark themes. Viewer discretion is advised.
The moon was high in the sky. The sun had set long ago; it's bright rays leaving the earth. The moon was full and at its peak; it's beams danced across the city below. The streets were uneasily quiet; not a single soul dared to walk through them. It would have been suicide to this late in the night. The tall buildings loomed over the streets below. They too had become silent. People hiding in fear from the monsters that lurked in the dark. Hunting. One said monster surveyed the city below from one of the tallest buildings in the city.
His piercing violet eyes scanning for any sign of life or movement. A slight breeze, from the altitude he was at, slightly ruffled his dark blue hair. Well, a monster was what the humans labeled him. In truth he was a frightening ghoul. Though a ghoul could just as well be called a monster. They might look like humans for the most part, but humans would never commit the horrible acts a ghoul does on a daily basis.
Ghouls had organs and body functions that humans would never have. Those were some of the major differences between the two species. To him what separated humans from ghouls was the consumption of human flesh ghouls did to survive. He reached underneath his black trench coat and pulled out a small circular pocket watch. The black arms ticked to their own rhythm, never stopping as time kept on. Midnight, time to go.
Arata Kirishima put the pocket watch back into his coat and adjusted it. He scanned over the other smaller buildings. To him, the multiple rooftops were like stepping stones in a pond. He looked down at the closet rooftop, which was across the street, and prepared to jump. The building was smaller than the one he was on meaning he had to go a long way down, but he could handle it. He looked down at the rooftop one last time to find the right landing spot before gracefully leaping off the rooftop he was on.
He loved the feeling of the air rushing past him as he fell through it. It tickled his insides and made it feel like he was on air. His coat fluttered around him whilst his hair blew back. His violet eyes narrowed on the fast approaching rooftop. He twisted his body at the last moment so that his feet landed on the roof instead of his head. He landed in a low crouch before pushing off the ground and sending himself forward.
It didn't take long for him to reach the other side of the rooftop at the speed he was running at. He continued forward, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, not stopping once. His body was a blur as he wove between different size buildings. His coat and hair mimicked the same motion as it did when he was falling. He was the only dark shadow that moved through the rooftops.
The scent of other living beings wafted into his nose. The scent of human mixed with ghoul. Not the scent of their body aroma, but their blood. He smiled as the scent became stronger. He was getting closer. Along with the scent came the sound of metal banging against metal, horrific shouting, and flesh being cut open. He was defiantly getting closer. He leaped to one last rooftop of a tall building and ran to its edge where he skidded to a stop. He looked down at the plaza below.
The once joyous fun-filled mall plaza looked like a stampede had gone through it. The decorations and nice flooring were destroyed leaving broken earth. Ghouls and humans fought outside and inside the mall. The humans used their quinques to battle their man-eating opponents. The quinques varied in size, length, and strength. They fought determinedly and furiously. Slicing and cutting through the ghouls with precision. Humans that did not possess a quinque however, used guns to fill the ghouls with quinque bullets. The humans grey armor doing all it could to protect its wearer from the attacks they endured.
The ghouls were faster, stronger, and more durable than their human opponents. They used their characterized kangunes to tear apart and slaughter the humans. The stronger ghouls did this with ease; promptly moving past the human's defenses and finishing the job. The weaker ones had a hard time getting past the defenses, but once they got within striking range of a human the ghoul could finish the job with ease. Their black cloaks fluttered around them and contrasted against their pure white masks. On the backs of their cloaks, a symbol of an azure blue arch was stitched into the black fabric. The blood of the fallen coated the ground and walls as if a painter had used them as a canvas and blood was their medium
Arata looked at the chaos below him and felt excitement fill his being. He reached inside his coat once more and pulled out his mask. The mask was made of pitch black metal and resembled the front part of a knight's helmet. The eye holes of the mask were slender and sharp. He gingerly put the mask on his face and felt the cold metal caress his skin. His violet eyes peered through the dark eye holes of the mask. He opened his mouth and the mask separated to follow his jaw. The edges of the mask where it opened were cut to make ferocious sharp teeth. When he closed his mouth again the sharp teeth fit together like puzzle pieces. He looked down at the plaza once more, spotted a group of humans, and chuckled. The sound came out deeper and sounded metallic due to the mask.
He jumped from the rooftop and he once again felt the rush of air as he fell. He grabbed his coat that fluttered around him and tore it off; letting it fall away. He now wore his pitch-black armor that clung to his body and covered enough of it to protect him, but also little enough to provide high mobility. Even his hands were covered in the metal which gave him razor sharp claws. The dark blue fabric underneath the armor was tight fitting and provided a layer of warmth on his skin.
The excitement and anticipation of the fight about to be born caused his eyes to change. He felt the tingling sensation of his sclera filling with a hue as black as sin and his irises along with his pupils bleed into crimson. The darkness in his eyes spilled out causing black veins to form out of his eyes; the crimson veins in his sclera flowed into his irises. With his kakugan activated the result was that the eye holes of his mask contained a single point of glowing red.
"Look out little humans," he said darkly; the sound also came out like before.
As he got closer to the ground his presence had been noticed by ghouls and humans alike. The ghouls made sounds of with awe and relief. The humans looked at him with sheer terror. He angled his body so that he would land on his feet. He felt his back began to bubble up and the skin break. As he looked at the terrified faces of the humans he felt his face pull into a smirk underneath his mask.
"Cause here I come."
The bubble mass on his back exploded and two great wings came forth. The wings were the same dark blue as his hair and faded into pitch black. They had the consistency of water and the motion of fire.
"Oh God!" he heard one of the humans scream as he came down. "It's the Dark Knight!"
He tilted his wings causing his motion to suddenly subside and brought forth a huge gust of wind down on the humans. The humans stubbled back and shielded their eyes. Using this to his advantage he focused on his kagune to make hardened Rc cells. There was a loud wiring sound as his kagune shot out dozens of dark blue crystal shards with black ends. The humans, too late to see the fast approaching shards, were struct. The shards imbedded themselves deep into their victim's flesh; severing major arteries and shearing through muscle. The humans fell dead to the ground; their last breaths leaving them. Arata landed on the ground with a hard thud. He felt the force from the landing vibrate through his bones.
The humans shakily pointed their guns at the armored ghoul before pulling the trigger. Arata looked lazily at the incoming projectiles and ran straight at them and his enemies at a frightening speed. It didn't take long for the bullets to reach him. They collided with his armor and harmlessly bounced off. He sent out another barrage of shards with his kagune that brought down the first line of firing humans. He crystalized his wings and created black crystal blades with them. He used his left blade wing to slice open a human's chest while simultaneously cutting open another's stomach with the other. They both fell dead to the ground. He then ran at the group of humans and began to swing his wings around rapidly.
A multitude of humans fell dead around the Dark Knight as he worked his strikes through the humans. They had little to no time to react as the ghoul struck out. He was focused and struck with precision and force as he moved through the humans like the plague. By now multiple splotches of crimson decorated Arata's black armor. He stopped to look around at his handy work; letting his wings decrystalize and shrink to a smaller size. The corpses of the fallen humans littered the ground around him like thrown out trash.
A loud whooshing sound came from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see a red slim whip-like tentacle come at him. He leaped to the side dodging the attack. He watched as the tentacle came back to its user; a human woman who glared at him with hatred. Behind her was most likely her male partner who wielded a quinque that took the form of a small axe, along with two others that were further behind. The women attacked first swinging her quinque whip around to strike Arata.
The ghoul easily flipped and wove through the whip as it attempted to strike him. The women's face strained with determination as she tried to hit her opponent. Arata smiled under his mask at how desperately the human tried to hurt him. As a strike came for his face he caught the whip with his left hand. He watched as the women's face drained of emotion and become pale. He wrapped the whip around his wrist one time before tugging on it with his incredible strength.
The women, who was still holding onto her quinque, was violently pulled forward as she and her partner screamed. Arata pushed off the ground to meet her half way. He punched her in the gut as the met. The force of the blow punched a hole through the women's abdomen. Her eyes widened, and she gave out a chocked scream as blood burst out of her mouth. As the women fell to her knees, still gurgling up blood, Arata grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling over.
He then opened his mouth and with that the sharp teeth of the mask separated. He raised his head high in the air; the teeth gleamed in the moonlight. They came down swiftly onto the crook of the women's neck. She gave a startled gasp as tears fell down her face. Two pairs of teeth sunk into the women's flesh; cutting through it like butter. The taste of her blood filled his mouth and the aroma occupied his nose. Multiple rivers of blood steamed down the women's shoulder and soaked her already bloody armor. She weakly tried to push off the ghoul that was biting into her. He chuckled around the flesh in his mouth at the feeble attempt to resist.
He then increased his bite strength; his teeth sinking into her further. There was a loud crunch as his teeth hit bone. Reaching his target, he tightened his jaw and pulled his head back. The sound of flesh being torn from bone was sickening to hear. He had torn out the majority of her shoulder as well as some of her throat.
The women's eyes glazed over and her gurgling ceased. He let go of her shoulders and let her corpse fall to the ground with a quiet thud. He greedily chewed on the flesh in his mouth. His metal teeth clanging together each time he chewed. He happily swallowed his snack and felt how his body greatly enjoyed the extra energy. His body instantly absorbed the and gave strength to every muscle in his body; it would have healed any wounds if he had any.
There was an infuriating scream and Arata glanced to his right to see the women's male partner running at him. He had his axe high in the air, prepared to swing down. Arata didn't do anything as the man swung down at the back of his neck. There was a loud crack as the axe shattered against Arata's armor; the pieces of the quinque fell to clatter against the ground. The man stepped back; disbelief and horror etched across his face.
Arata slowly turned his head to look at the man. His glowing red irises glared at the man hauntingly. He opened his mouth and the mask made a widened smile as blood dripped down the teeth. He ran his tongue over his metal teeth; licking off the blood that dripped off it.
Arata grabbed the man by his head and effortlessly lifted him off the ground. The man gave a cry of pain as the ghoul's metal claws sunk into his head reaching his skull. With his twisted smile still present Arata slammed the man into the ground head first. Such was the force upon the poor man's head that it burst I the back like a gore filled balloon.
"How sad." Arata sighed as he looked down at the two corpses. "I wonder why you even try to fight back." He stepped over the corpses nonchalantly and confronted the last two of his opponents.
They both looked at him with in their; knowing the inevitable. The pointed tip of a kagune busted out from the man on the right chest's. As the kagune retracted the man's body collapsed to the ground. Four blood red tentacles shot through the air at the other human and they were savagely torn apart by the horrific appendages. Two ghouls, one male and one female, came running to stand in front of Arata.
The she-ghoul had abnormally pale skin and long dark violet hair, that was neatly combed and pinned back. A single steak of pure white ran across the left side of her hair. She wore a black eye mask with silver trimming. A violet rose was designed over the left eye hole. Her kakugan gleamed through the holes of the mask. She wore a black dress-like cloak that had a slit on the left side so that her left leg showed. The long sleeves of the robe draped down her arms, due to the sleeves being wider than her arm. She had dark violet fingernails, filed to sharp points.
The same rose on her mask was designed over the left side of her chest; it's silver vines with red thorns traveled all the way down the cloak. The black slippers on her feet had a silver covered bottom. She wore tight fitting silver-colored tights underneath the cloak. Her koukaku kagune was out and covered in blood. It took the form of two long, ribbon-like appendages that she had curled around her arms. It was a lovely amethyst with a crimson red inner side. There were thin dark violet intricate lines that decorated her kagune.
The male ghoul had short white-colored hair with long bangs that went down each side of his face. He wore a black metal mask that covered the lower part of his face that had sharp white teeth painted across where the mouth was. He wore a long white rob with red trimmings and the lower back part cut out. His rinkaku kagune was four long tentacles that were pointed at the end and were the color of blood. They pulsed with a soft glow as they came to rest beside their owner.
"Nice to see you guys are doing good as usual." Arata greeted his fellow ghouls with a happy tone.
"Good!?" the she-ghoul gasped as if offended. She put a hand to her chest and lifted her chin up high. "We are doing magnifique as always, mon cher Kirishima. We always make sure to deliver an exquisite performance."
"Well," the male ghoul beside her said. "I'm not too focused on if our fighting skills are 'manifique' or not Carina." He pronounced the word with a French accent like Carina had. "I'm focused on how many humans we kill. For some reason are numbers are dwindling severely." Arata raised an eyebrow under his mask.
"Dwindling? How could that be? These humans shouldn't be a problem. Where's Tara."
"She's at the front taking care of the reinforcements. It shouldn't take her long. Carina and I were taking care of the humans that got past Tara. She told us to come find you."
"Right now, we outnumber the humans ten to one yet they keep on fighting." Carina spoke up. "I haven't got the slightest idea why they keep putting up a fuss. They're becoming annoying little ravageurs!" she flipped her violet hair with a whip of her head. "That and I'd be lying if I said, my appetite wasn't acting up in the slightest."
"Then why don't you take a bite out of one of the hundred humans here?" Arata said with a roll of his eyes. "I did it so why don't you?" Carina's eyes widened and she looked at him as if he had suggested she should cut off her own hand and eat it.
"Dégoûtant!" she cried out in horror. "I can't eat common human meat! You might be able to swallow that poubelle, but I'm a ghoul with refined taste and will not allow anything, but the finest food to enter my body. Don't you-" Carina was interrupted by the uproar of ghouls fleeing and running in the opposite direction of the mall entrance.
They weren't just running away from the mall, but running out of the plaza; they paid no mind to humans as they ran by. They were retreating. Not because of an order but out of fear. They were shouting out intelligible sentences, but out of all the commotion one sentence was heard:
"It's the Ghoul Slayer!"
A rush of excitement and fear ran through Arata as he heard the news. He had always wanted to battle the famous Ghoul Slayer. He wondered how they were able to pull off that title. They were human; humans were weak and pathetic. He pitied the race all together.
"They're right." Carina said as she sniffed the air. "The slayer is in the mall. There's the answer to why our numbers are dwindling."
"Arata I know what you're thinking," the male ghoul said turning to his comrade, "and the answer is no. We're not going to fight the Ghoul Slayer. We're not allowed to do that remember. Tara said not-"
"Oh, grow a back-bone Roku." Arata said as he gave a roll of his eyes. "Tara won't be upset once she sees that we've beaten the slayer."
"Kirishima mon cher," Carina spoke up, "Ryota has a point. Not only will Tara be enraged, but the King specifically told us not to engage the slayer. Even he has a hard time killing them. If he can't kill them then how are we supposed to?" she put her hands on her hips.
"First of all, I'll handle Tara and secondly the King told us that we need to defeat the humans, so ghouls can be on top and not them. Well, how can we do that if we can't kill the best of their kind?" Carina drummed her fingers on her chin processing the words. He did have a good point.
"Well, the slayer does have a marvelous aroma." She said with her lips pulled into a sly smile. Arata also smiled under his mask. They both looked at Roku. Knowing that his comrades weren't going to give up if he tried to convince them not to he sighed.
"Fine. Someone has to make sure you two idiots don't get killed."
"Great." Arata said turning to face the mall entrance. "We need to go before the slayer leaves." They all sprinted inside the mall running past the fleeing ghouls and relieved humans. The tiled floor of the mall was either smashed or covered in blood giving it a wrecked state. The corpses of ghouls were everywhere. Their black cloaks stained with blood and ripped apart.
"Lives up to their name huh?" Roku commented as they passed another group of corpses. They turned a corner and made it to the food court. The tables and chairs were thrown back to the fair edges of the massive court. The glass dome above allowed the moon's light to shine through and light up the court. There in the center of the court was the Ghoul Slayer.
The slayer was a young woman with brown hair with a single streak of sapphire blue that was cut short to her shoulders. What stood out most about her face was the scar on the left side. The scar was a pale blue that looked like electricity sparks that crawled on her check and over her eye; her eye was also a pale blue, pupil included. Her other eye was a vibrant green. She wore a white robe that covered her body with the hood pulled over her head. In her hand was a long shaft of metal that glowed the same bright blue as her streak.
"Ghoul Slayer!" Arata shouted taking a step forward. "We finally get to meet in person." She turned to regard the trio of ghouls with a cool gaze. He was put off by her reaction towards them. Didn't she know about them?
"Ah, Dark Knight." The slayer said happily with a small smile. Apparently, she did know. She turned her gaze towards Carina. "Midnight Rose and," she then looked at Roku, "Red Death. Nice to see you all here. I feel like you've been avoiding me." She took a step forward. "I looked at your files and I must say I'm impressed. You guys have a high fatality rate and are definitely not to be trifled with." She then brought up her weapon and pointed it at the ghouls. "For normal humans, but for me you'll just be another monster for me to slay." Her face then turned into a wide smile and her white teeth shone. "Come at me ghouls."
Arata glanced at his sides to see his two comrades give a sharp nod towards him. He too gave a nod. Carina and Roku both sprinted towards the slayer at an alarming rate. Carina's kagune uncurled from her arms and she sent them out towards the slayer. They spiraled through the air as they sought to tear apart their victim. The slayer jumped backwards just as Carina's kagune dug themselves in the ground she had just been a moment ago. As the slayer landed on her feet Roku came at her with his four tentacles. She raised her blade to intercept the tentacles. There was a loud crack and a flash of sparks as the two forces collided. The slayer jumped back once more to put space between her and her opponents. Roku continued to charge while Carina joined him at his side.
They both used their kangune to strike at the slayer with ridiculous speed. They worked together to try and overwhelm their enemy with a hailstorm of blows. The slayer in an excellent performance of agility and skill either blocked or dodged their attacks. She used her blade to block and push away the offending appendages. She executed acrobatic flips and tumbles to get out of the of fatal attacks. She seemed to be doing this with ease as no strain showed on her face. The ghoul's annoyance flared across their masked faces. The slayer hadn't taken a single hit as she wove between the two kagunes. She didn't seem to be breaking a sweat actually, a smile had formed on her lips.
Finally, the slayer took her first swing at the ghouls and they both dodged and jumped back, but they didn't come back at her. She had about a second to be confused before the barrage of crystal shards came speeding towards her. She promptly took her blade and spun it in front of her as if it were a baton. The shards crashed into the improvised shield and instantly shattered. Once the barrage ended the slayer lowered her blade and gently dusted off her robe with a hand.
Arata came at her with his wing blades. He used his kagune to attack the slayer with as much force as he could muster, which was abnormally strong even by ghoul standards. The cracks were louder and the flashes were brighter as Arata's stronger attacks collided with the metal of the slayer's blade. He was astonished at how the slayer was able to keep up with his speed and force. He jumped high into the air with his wings spread out. He sent out another barrage of crystal shards. The slayer was forced to do several backhand springs to void being impaled by the deadly shards. Arata gracefully fell back down to the ground and looked at his comrades. It was time to end this.
Carina and Roku both ran to opposite sides of the court. They jumped in the air to land on the wall and run on the vertical surface. They craned their necks upwards to glare at the slayer in the middle of the room. Once they were parallel to the slayer they pushed off the vertical surface as hard as they could and sent themselves flying towards the slayer. They're kagunes outstretched and ready to deliver a killing blow. Arata pushed off the ground while giving a strong flap of his wings that sent him shooting through the air and towards the slayer head on. He knew humans couldn't win against ghouls. He had to admit the slayer was tough to fight for all three of them, but no matter how strong the human they always fell to the ghoul.
As the ghouls got closer to their target Arata watched in surprise as the slayer's facial expression changed. Her pupils were tiny and her irises seemed to sparkle; her lips were not in a smile, but rather a cruel smirk. Arata eyes widened in horror as the slayer moved her rode to show what was underneath. Strapped to her navy blue uniform shirt were multiple quinque knives along with several metal disks. The ghouls were moments away from striking the slayer when she attacked. She moved to fast for any of them to see. She gripped three quinque knives in her left hand and hurled them at Carina who was coming at her right. Carina's eyes widened as she saw the knives coming at her that she knew she couldn't dodge. One of the knives imbedded itself into the center of her chest, another into her right eye and the last fixed itself in her neck.
The slayer then grabbed two of the metal disks and flung them at Roku. The first sank into chest while the other stuck itself into his forehead. Both ghouls crumpled to the ground as their wounds spurted blood and their kagunes shatter and vanish in a red mist. Arata felt his body lock up and the high speed he was traveling visibly decreased. The slayer raised her blade as Arata came flying past her and struck out. Pain exploded in Arata's left side as he felt it be sliced open. He fell past the slayer and rolled on the ground before coming to a stop. Despite being wounded Arata pushed himself up to look down at the damage.
There was a long deep vertical gash that started at his ribcage and ended at his hipbone. He grimaced as he looked at the blood that flowed down his side to puddle on the floor. He could already feel the slightly painful tingling sensation as his body began to remake itself on auto. The Ghoul Slayer was not done yet. As he got back up he looked up to see the slayer had thrown her blade at him as if it were a javelin. Arata widened his stance and got on the balls of his feet prepared to jump out of the way.
The blade split into sixteen pieces midair making a speeding row of metal shards; they made a whirring sound as they cut through the air towards the ghoul. Arata only had a few moments to flip into the air to avoid the upcoming shards. As he landed back on the ground he glanced up at the slayer and scoffed. Her response was that she made a fierce gesture with her left hand as if commanding someone to come to her. Or something.
The same whirring sound came from behind him and turned to look. His crimson eyes widened as he saw the shards coming back at him. He couldn't dodge it this time. The metal shards broke through his armor and cut into his flesh. He gave a cry of pain as he felt them go into his legs, back, and arms and burst through the other side. They had cut through muscle tissue and bone on their journey through his body. The shards had just missed his kagune sac, but sheared through one of his lungs.
He crumpled to the ground as the blade shades returned to their wielder, whole again. He took in haggard breaths do to the multiple holes in his chest. He painfully managed to get on one knee; holding his chest with his left hand. He looked behind the slayer to see his comrades coming back to consciousness and weakly pulling out the weapons imbedded in them. Though he knew that they weren't getting back up to fight.
"You know," the slayer called out to the knight, "I actually had a good time playing with you guys. For SS rated ghouls you sure do live up to your rating, but sadly you don't get to live through this battle. You don't stand a chance against a human like me. I can kill more of you monsters in a single day than you ever could!" she shouted as she raised her blade. "Humans are the dominant species and there is a reason we are. We're meant to exist. You ghouls are just an atrocity of the human species." Arata felt his heart skip a beat as the slayer winded her arm back and thus her blade. "And once we eradicate your kind the world will be a better place."
The Ghoul Slayer then launched her blade forward and it raced towards the wounded ghoul at an alarming rate. Arata tried to move out of the way in time, but he could barely move a couple inches before the pain kicked in and caused him to stop. He realized he was wrong. He was wrong about the slayer's ability's. He doubted her and because of that she was going to kill her and finish of both of his comrades. The blade shards gleamed a bright blue as they cut through the air, but seemed dull against the shower of purple crystal shards that glistened in the moonlight. The shards came down from above and collided with the blade causing it to fall from the air and crash to the floor. Arata kneeled there stunned and relieved at the same time. The slayer growled and summoned her blade back to her.
The shadow of a person formed at the center of the floor. Both human and ghouls looked up to see the she-ghoul that stood on the edge of the hole in the glass dome roof. She was dressed in the same kind of armor as Arata, but designed to fit the female form and was a dark purple with black fabric underneath. She had a dark purple metallic mask that covered her nose and mouth. Black diamond shaped crystals lined the perimeter of the mask. She had a dark purple, metal circular band on her head that shown across the top of her forehead. It also had a row of black crystals attached to it. She had shoulder length dark purple hair with a long fringe on the left side that reached her chin. Though as the wind blew past, her hair fluttered smoothly around her, showing her haunting nightmare eyes.
"Black Angel." The slayer whispered as she brought a hand up to gently rub the scar on her face.
"Good evening." The angel's calm metallic voice contrasted against the tense mood. She gracefully leaped down and landed silently in front of Arata. While the slayer glared at her she turned to look down at Arata. Her eyes were a luminous purple and were filled with ire.
"Guess I'm still looking out for you, huh, little brother?" the she-ghoul hissed under her mask. Arata felt his eyes tingle again and they became their original violet. He straightened himself up, despite the pain it brought and said:
"T-Tara I can explain."
"Shut up! I'll deal with you later. Now take your friends and go." She then turned around and coolly regarded the slayer. "I'll take care of the slayer." Arata gasped.
"Tara you can't! She'll-"
"Now Arata!" Tara exclaimed furiously still facing her new opponent.
By her tone of voice, he knew that his sister wasn't playing. He sighed and forced his body to stand. His small break allowed his legs and arms to heal themselves. He unleashed his blazing kagune with a thought and speedily ran over to his healing comrades. Without stopping he bent down and picked up Carina, as she pulled the last knife out of her eye, throwing her over her shoulder. He jumped and flapped his wings sending himself high into the air. He felt a single tentacle wrap around his leg and he knew Roku had tagged along with them. Even with the extra weight on his shoulder and the weight dragging behind him he was able to reach the hole in the dome.
When he landed he set Carina down and helped Roku up. They wasted no time running down the down and hopping off the building. Arata stayed looking down at the fight about to commence. His sister was a legend just as much as the Ghoul Slayer was. He knew he shouldn't worry, but there was always that doubt that plagued the back of his mind. He gave one last look before running down the dome himself and jumping off the building and into the darkness of the night.