Ch 8: A decisive battle.
The air rushing past Issac's face felt like a tornado blowing all around him, but the feeling was too good to ignore. 'So this is what flying feels like.' He thought and pulled the bag from his back. He hadn't actually checked what he shoved into it. Now was the only chance he was going to get, and Issac was going to be taking it. 'Let's see what I have."
The tally was not too encouraging. 5 grenades, 24 disks, 5 1x1 blocks of C4, and a pair off dirty goggles he must have swiped off the table by accident. Fumbling a little, Issac wipped them off on his shirt and put the goggles on, then started to speed up. He had to get to the Tengu village before too long. Syrena had already gotten into a skirmish, but if Issac was lucky, he would get there before it was too late.
Sadly, fate had a different plan. As he came into sight of the village, he stopped. 'What was...that? Damn!" Issac thought as he saw something, then dropped off the broom, grabbing it before flipping back onto the top of it. "What the hell was that?!" Issac yelled, barely having regained his footing on the broom. 'That looked like someone was shooting me with rainbows!' Issac said in his head, realizing how crazy that sounded.
"There! A non-beliver! Let's convert him as Graham told us too!" A Tengu yelled out, her eyes glazed over as she spoke. It was only a second or two before 3 more tengu and 3 humans appeared by the first, all looking crazy and ready to attack.
"Hey, I don't want any-" Issac began, ducking under another shot. "Fine, if you won't listen to reason... let's try this!" Issac growled, pulling the pin from a grenade, tossing it in the midst of the group. The explosive was a little off, exploding below the people instead of in the middle of them. It didn't matter much, as soon as the people were hit by the grenade, they vanished, as if engulfed in the explosion. Issac would have regarded that as strange, if a stinging pain hadn't shot though his arm.
"GAH!" He grunted, pulling a grenade from the pack looking around. He had no idea what hit him, but it hurt like hell. Grenade still in his hand, he put a finger over the wound now on his arm. It was just below his sleeve, and with a single touch, he could tell he was bleeding. "Damn...That stings," Issac inhaled sharply before putting the explosive back in the pack.
'Time to move. If someone finds me alone here, I don't think I'll have the luxury of being able to explain.' He thought, setting off again, ripping his sleeve to make a makeshift wrap for the wound. 'I hope I'll be able to get some actual medical attention for that soon.' He sighed, kicking the broom into high gear.
Unfortunately for Issac, it wasn't long before he ran into another group of humans, and these were not only armed, but were waiting for someone like him to come and try to get past them. "STOP THE HERETIC!" One yelled, gathering a few confused looks from the others. "The one on the broom!" The first yelled before everyone nodded in understanding, and started firing at him.
Issac dropped to prone on the broom, trying to avoid a volley of rainbow-colored shots, one barely grazing the side of his leg as he dropped. The pain was instant, and familiar, as the shot-bullet-thing tore though the fabric of his jeans and left a rather shallow wound. 'Ok, getting hit by those things is bad. Good to know.' Issac thought, grabbing a grenade and throwing it at the group.
He got a pretty good shot considering the volley of shots coming at him, the grenade hitting one of the humans in the face, bouncing off and exploding, engulfing three in the explosion. Issac would have to feel bad about killing his own kind later, as these shots were not going to let up enough for him to feel anything beside adrenaline.
Another grenade, and only one was left. Issac rushed forward, a disk in his hand. "Where is Graham?" He yelled, grabbing the last one by the collar. "The master will rule! We will die for him tonight to ensure people will have a brighter future!" The cultist like servant yelled. He managed to get a shot off, this one tearing across Issac's side. Issac winced, then stuck the disk to the man, throwing him down towards the ground before it exploded.
Issac shed a few tears as he landed under a tree that had fallen. He had just... killed almost 20 people. Issac felt sick to his stomach. He was a murderer. It was true they attacked him first, but he still took their lives without remorse. "What... what kind of monster am I?" He said aloud before he jumped, a twig snapping behind him. His hand was on another one of Nitori's black disks.
"The fact you're asking that means you aren't that bad of a monster." A woman said, ducking under the low branches of the leaning tree. "Reimu is going to be glad your aren't dead yet." She said with a smile, pulling her witch's hat off and wiping her head with her arm, then replacing her hat.
Issac relaxed a little when she spoke of Reimu, but still held the explosive in his hand. "Who exactly are you? How do you know Reimu?" He asked, his stance starting to falter as he felt the weariness of combat starting to hit him. "Woah woah. Sit down, you are in no shape to be standing." The girl said, helping him to the ground before he fell over.
"I'm Marisa Kirisame, and Reimu is a good friend of mine. Now relax, Reimu is on her way, and we can think of a plan when she gets here." Marisa said, taking his bag and looking through it. "So, you stopped by Nitori's workshop before rushing out here huh?" She chuckled, "Not a bad idea, thought I supposed that means you have no grasp on Danmaku..." She mumbled the last part.
"Lot of good that did me...All I've been able to do is get myself shot three times and kill nearly twenty people." Issac groaned, moving his hand to his side. The wound was shallow, and had already stopped bleeding, but it still stung like a wasp. "Killed? You really haven't encountered Danmaku before...You can't kill people through the spell card rules. All you can do is take a live away."
Issac's face screamed a flat 'WHAT?' "Lives? What is this some kind of game?" He said trying to sit up and falling back in pain. "Some call Danmaku a game, but it's easier to resolve conflicts and incidents when no one really dies, I'll explain it all when Reimu gets here. For now, take a nap, I'll keep watch." Marisa said with a wink before Issac's eyes shut, and he fell into the comfortable darkness of sleep.
"Reimu needs to see this. A person physically harmed by Danmaku." Marisa shook her head, This was something completely new, and very, very bad.
