The Dark Protector chapter 4
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The pressure let up slowly, and before anyone can take a breath, Ichigo has already disappeared from his spot next to his group.
Appearing next to Karthus, who has just started to rise from his kneeling position, the orange-head swung his massive cleaver in a wide arch, the glowing blade meeting the lich's staff, shattering it upon impact, the blast from the destruction of the magical artifact blowing the undead mage back.
The explosion snapped everyone out of their trance, and they all began moving.
Singed reached for the ominously glowing focusing iris, the small girl still on it, slowly bleeding. Whatever he was planning to do, it was stopped by Braum. The large man, with agility that surprised most, jumped out of the bushes and stood between the chemist and his target, blocking his hand with his door shield before delivering a strait punch to the skinny man's bandaged face, knocking him back and sending him stumbling into a nearby bush.
A chain with a vicious hook on its end, glowing green, was making its way to the large man, only to be blocked by a purple disk appearing out of nowhere. Braum, in a short breathing moment, turned to look at his companion, only to find Syndra with a face that promised pure carnage. Normally, a grimace or a scowl is a usual expression for the self-styled sovereign, but this expression was unnatural, and truthfully, it scared Braum. As the hook became suspended in midair for a second after it was blocked, the energy disk transformed into Syndra's trademark sphere, shooting out at full speed towards the ghostly warden, striking him square in the floating skull.
But the purple-eyed girl was not finished yet. A line of dark purple energy shot out of her hand, grasping the green glowing undead around the chest of his torn black robes, lifting him in the air before slamming him in the ground with enough force that if he was a mortal, he would have been dead in an instant. Lucky, or unlucky for him, he was not, and Thresh survived the impact, only to be raised and brought down again…and again…and again, a small crater beginning to form at his landing spot.
Braum considered stopping Syndra, simply killing the undead would have been enough, but he quickly deciding against it. Syndra's face remained unchanged. Back at the league, when she fought and dominated someone with her powers, her face was that of childish glee. Now, however, her face was a mask of rage and the promise of eternity of pain. The large man knew that Annie was one of champions, if people at all, that were on the sovereign's good side, Annie's present been somewhat similar to Syndra's past- both born powerful, both feared…both branded dark. A strange kinship, yet kinship nonetheless.
Syndra would have continued to main Thresh's body had Karthus not fallen atop of the warden, his body missing its bottom half and the right arm. Both the sovereign and the northerner turned their gazes to where the deathsinger's body flew in, only to see Ichigo lowering his sword before disappearing in another burst of shunpo, appearing in the air above the downed pair of undead, bringing his sword down while shouting with pure hate in his voice:
"GETSUGA TENSHOU!"
A crescent shaped blue energy wave slammed into the undead, cutting them cleanly in half, both barely able to utter even a squeak before their bodies turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind but the soft glowing lantern of the warden.
Ichigo looked at the item, his eyes slowly begging to return back to their natural color, before coming to the ground and brining down his sword on the lantern, creating an explosion of bright light, making everyone shield their eyes. As the light subdued, the trio saw Ichigo's sword resting on it, a small crack appearing on the undead's item before it broke cleanly in half, a whirlwind of souls erupting forth, creating an eerie pillar of green light that rose to the sky, many of the souls shooting out in different directions from it as the pillar reached the heavens.
"Where is the last bastard?" Ichigo almost growled at his companions.
"I knocked him in those bushes, there." Said Braum, his face grim.
Ichigo, his hollow side subduing, yet not completely gone yet, did not even bother to check them, instead appearing next to them with his sword already swinging in a large arch, sending another of his trademark attacks into it, completely destroying it and the mossy stone walls behind…yet no Singed.
"Riven is gone as well." Said the northenern. Ichigo turned sharply, only to confirm Braum's statement. There was no sign of the white haired former noxian.
"You two, go and look for her. I will try to heal the girl" Syndra somehow did not argue the orange-head's command, her face still a mask of rage, even if it has lessened. Braum, on the other hand, only nodded grimly before heading in the direction of where the bushes used to be before turning right, the purple-eyed girl floating there after a second and turning left.
Ichigo turned to a task he knew must be done, yet greatly desired not to be the one doing it.
He walked towards the Iris, the sphere still glowing a soft green and letting out an equally disgusting-looking mist. All of a sudden Ichigo was afraid that his little power outburst might have finished off the poor child. Rushing quickly, the shinigami was happy to find signs of life.
Slowly, he picked up and girl and laid her on the soft mossy ground, before digging through his pocket and pulling out a health potion, a bloody-red bottle. Ichigo did not always think things through, especially under pressure, and now he was happy for it. When his little party raided the deceases shop keep's supplies, the substitute simply picked what he would usually get if he was back in the league, a habit in which he quickly fell in order to increase the speed with which he won his needed ten matches in order to return home.
The shinigami removed his black top before slicing it up into pieces, using one to, as gently as he could, clean up the deep gashing would on the poor girl's chest. He then uncorked one of the two potions that he had before pouring it slowly over the circle-like rune, the red liquid mixing with the blood that remained, becoming somewhat invisible yet stopping any further bleeding nonetheless. He then used another piece of his shredded clothing to clean up anything that was left to the best of his abilities given with what he had to work. Ichigo had on more than one occasion helped his father back in the clinic. He knew how dangerous infections could be. Some would say that an infection might have been even more dangerous than the wound itself.
Finishing his poor cleanup of the barely-closed wound, he took the last piece of his top before soaking it in the second potion. Afterwards, he gently applied the soak surface to the wound before tying the long strip of clothing behind the girl's back in a makeshift bandage. It would have to do for now before they get back to the league. Ichigo was suddenly grateful at Riven's insistence of taking league recall stones with them.
Speaking of Riven, the shinigami wondered where she has disappeared to.
Singed ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him, his cheek still stinging from the brutal punch that oversized oaf has delivered to the chemical genius.
On multiple occasion, the Zaunite would claim that his constant explosion to toxins have washed away his fear a long time ago, but now, after seeing how easy Karthus was taken out by the new champion, followed by that massive pillar of souls but a few seconds later that he saw as he was already running away, Singed felt a feeling that he had not felt in a long time – terror.
Their plan should have worked perfectly. Karthus wanted to turn all of western Valoran into nothing but mindless undead, while the chain warden was interested in collected their poor souls. All that Singed wanted was to test the magical amplification power of his new chemical. What their rag-tag group did not expect was for the league to do, well, anything.
Not only have those robbed fools send someone after them, but they send the new guy, who, at the time that they left, had 7 wins in a row without dying a single time, yet holding the most kills of his team every time. And to top it all, bloody Syndra was with them. A person, which most magicless people would consider a demigod in her own right.
As the chemist dug through his pouch looking for a speed enhancing potion, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg before tumbling through the ground, all the potions in his pouch breaking, the glass shards digging into his hand, not that he felt it anyway. His nerves have been dead for years.
As he turned on the ground, propping himself up on his hands, he came face to face with the glaring face of a silver haired girl, her golden-reddish eyed digging holes in his bald head.
"Ah, sweet Riven, the butcher of Noxus. It's been a while. When was our last match together? Four months ago?" the chemist tried to play it cool, yet he knew he was going to die here. All his potions, his only defense were shatter, his companions-probably dead.
The silver-haired girl did not say a think. Silently, she extended her broke sword to the side, piece coming out of nowhere to form the full blade of a once-glorious weapon of war, but leaving gaps nonetheless, the piece been held together by seemingly nothing.
"Two years ago, it was you that unleashed chemicals on my units in Ionia." Riven said slowly, undoing the bandaged on her left forearm.
What lied beneath was blackened skin, at places even appearing to be like scales. For a second Singed eyed the damage with fascination, before the girl's voice snapped him out of it.
"This is but a fraction of what you have caused me…"
"But it was not you that gave the order, was it? In the end, you are nothing but a grunt…" she said, stepping closer to the downed man.
"And what will you do? Torture me for answers? I feel no paAAAAAAAAAAAAIN." Singed screamed as Riven's sword imbedded itself in his kneecap, the enormous weapon going doing damage beyond repair to it.
"H-how?" barely mumble out the chemist. He was in shock, tears streaming out of his eyes, having not felt any form of pain in literally years.
"Ryze was kind enough to apply runes to my weapon so that even trash like you will feel it. Back to the question… who *STAB* ordered* STAB* the*STAB* barrage*STAB*?"
Singed scream with each strike, a blood-chilling scream heard across the forest that silenced all the ghostly residence of the isles, the sword moving up his leg with every consecutive attack, now resting embedded in his lower stomach, coated in a layer of the man's green toxic blood.
"Swein *pant* bloody Swein! He wanted to test the tactical advantage of chemical weapons!*pant* please*pant*no more!"
Riven's grip tightened on her sword within the enormous glove that she used to wield it. How dare he beg for mercy after what he did to her comrades?! If she closed her eyes now, she can see the way their terrified eyes looked at her as they slowly melted in the green mist of Zaunite chemical weapons.
She pulled the sword out of his chest, slicing off his legs in a single stroke, before severing his left, then his right hand, the man screaming all the way, the now completely crippled man trashing around, flaying his stumps.
Riven prepared to delivered the final blow, raising her massive sword over her head, savoring the look of despair on the bandaged man's face, before bringing it down, severing the man completely in two.
She stared the gory mess in front of her for a second longer before dismissing her sword pieces, slowly walking back to where she knew the rest of her group would be, her mind deep in though.
'Swein, huh…'
Riven might seem a bit murderous in this chapter, but relax, she is not a psycho or anything.
Thank you for reading.