Chapter 9
The falcons screeched and the pair looked up, the enemies were preparing themselves to attack. Graves looked at Jung and attacked him with the butt of his shotgun. He hit him a total three times at the head until Jung passed out at the chair. Graves was angry and the way he breathed heavily showed it.
"Son of a bitch." Graves cursed. "He planned it from the beginning."
Graves put the stock of the gun at his shoulder and aimed at Jung face. He set the gun and put a finger on the trigger. Before he could shoot, Snow shoved him and he trembled to the floor.
"What the hell are you trying to do Outlaw?!?" Snow scolded. "We've come this far and you want to kill him? The fuck you think you're doing!"
"Jung planned everything, we were meant to get caught." Graves stood up.
"Yeah, clearly you shooting the roof and made a loud noise does not attract any attention." Snow said.
"They were too far to hear it Frostbite and you know it."
"Well right now the only thing that I know is that we got a group of killer bird lovers on top of our head. Think of a plan!"
"Give me time." Graves carried Jung by the shoulder.
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The Falconeers looked down at the house they were circling then the group looked at their leader. The leader, with two contracts at his hand, put the papers inside a bag that was attached to his belt.
"Captain Dunwall." Said one of them. "Should we attack the house?
"Is the messenger a must to claim the rewards?" Captain Dunwall asked.
"Not sure Sir, does the contract say so?" Said another.
"It doesn't state anything about the messenger condition, only the mission and rewards. We should attack, separate and kill them one by one." Dunwall took a small flask from one of his pockets and held it firmly. "If we need to destroy the house, we will do it. If they go outside, use the bird-snake tactic."
Dunwall extended his hand to the centre and let the flask fall down. The little object had something inside, having a glowing blue orb inside of it that was no larger than a coin. The small flask turned furiously because of the wind yet the trajectory to the target was still the same. The hole that Graves created was moments distance for the flask to arrive.
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Graves opened the closet and put Jung inside, the Ionian came back to reality and moan in pain. But Graves punched his face and Jung went unconscious once more. The Outlaw closed the closet and locked it, he turned back to see Snow and she was busy aiming her rifle at the enemy. She made a few attempts on killing her enemy but the result was nothing but the bullet cases littered on the ground.
"Listen to me Frostbite." Graves approached to Snow. "The plan is this; we get out and deal them outside. Stick together and never separate, shoot them down when the chances are given. You get that?"
"Said a guy that is holding a shotgun." Snow put some bullets in her sniper rifle. "If we fight outside, we'll be like sitting ducks."
"Then run, run as fast as you can and never stop running until you get a good shot." Graves pointed at the field. "Run across the field but never be separated, don't stop running no matter what, not until one of us are dead."
"Better have bad plan then no plan at all." Snow commented as she set her rifle ready.
Snow and Graves heard a glass broken and they looked at the source of the sound. At the floor of the holed ceiling was glowing blue that splat on the ground, their squinted eyes questions of what was it. It smelled rotten and had blue glow splattered on the floor. Slowly bubbles formed on the surface of the blue substance and some of them popped.
A spark happened and an invisible force exploded outwardly from the blue substance. Graves and Snow were thrown outside through the window and they rolled a few times on the ground. They moan in pain but it did not take long till they recovered to their feet.
"Fucking magic." Snow fumed.
Graves looked up and saw the falcons moving out of their positions, suggesting the enemy was about to attack. Graves stood up after Snow did and shook his head to gain some footing of his current situations. Snow held sniper rifle and pulled Graves hand on the other hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" Snow pulled him. "Stick to the plan Outlaw!"
Graves nodded and joined her running to the paddy fields.
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Captain Dunwall raised his fist so that his team would stay in formation. The Falconeers flown in a V formation, similar to ducks during an open season. Being the captain, Dunwall was leading the flock being at the front while the three Falconeers was behind him. He looked down to see what his enemies were doing and it made his brows raised.
They ran across the field but still kept their distance together, an interesting strategy that he hasn't seen during his entire career. Usually he would see his targets separated from their pack and flee on their own path; he would then kill one by one; making it easier. But this time, he could not decide whether to follow the traditional tactics that he would usually use.
"I want two of you to lunge on both of them and pick them up." Dunwall ordered.
"Yes sir!" Said two of the Falconeers.
Two falcons swerved to the right and went down and Dunwall looked quietly to see the results.
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They ran and ran, constantly looking at their back to see what the Falconeers were up to. Snow turn back and went on to shoot a few bullets, attempts that she expected to be useless yet did it anyway. She reloaded her sniper rifle once more and went on shooting again, but when she turned, she saw two falcons homing close. Snow cancelled her shooting attempt and ran faster than usual.
"They're coming for us!" Snow warned.
"Frostbite, I'll shoot the bird if it goes close to you." Graves spoke. "I want you to do the same for me."
"Roger!"
An armoured falcon was close and it only needed to use their claws to pick her up like a snake to a hawk. Meters away, the rider whipped the falcon to finish the job and pick the hooded woman. But seconds before it could, its head destroyed by a shotgun shell courtesy of The Outlaw. The falcon instantly fell down to ground and rolled a few meters without any halt.
The rider was thrown from his bird and went to the ground with a few broken bones. But true to Demacian discipline, he did not trembled in weakness but triumph in strength. His bird was downed and quivered as death claimed the soul. He took out his knife to fight with the remaining strength that he had. He saw Frostbite approached to him and he ready himself for a battle. But Frostbite finished it quick by shooting the rider right between the eyes. She then took cover behind the dead beast and went to help his friend.
Like Snow, Graves was currently running for his life in hopes that he won't be caught by the sharp claws of the beast. The falcon lunged at Graves and picked him up by the shoulder of his cape. He shook his body furiously as he was lifted a few meters high. Desperately wanting to be free from the strong of the large falcon.
Snow was at the ground and had her sights on the head of the rider. She pulled the trigger and the rider was shot dead then fell to the ground. The sniper let out a bullet out from the chamber so a new bullet would be in place. She aimed again; this time was the bird's eye. She squint her eyes and pulled the trigger; the bullet went through the beast eye and went to the brain. Killing the falcon instantly and Graves fell to the ground with the bird beside.
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Captain Dunwall looked down as he witness his comrades killed without heavy resistance. He gritted his teeth and growled; he looked at his sole comrade and pointed below.
"Use everything you got, don't ever hesitate." Ordered the captain.
The two Falconeers took their crossbows and lunged towards the two targets.
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Graves regained his strength and stood on his feet, surprised that no bones were broken. He looked back to Snow and she was alright, still at the carcass taking cover. She raised her hand and gave a thumb up, Graves answered the same. The man looked up to see where his enemies were but it seemed they were no longer around. He refused to say it was over, something was not right. Graves looked back at Snow and strolled to her.
An arrow suddenly hit Snow's shoulder, so much force that she was pushed to the ground and hidden in the tall paddy fields. Snow screamed in pain. Hearing her agony, Graves quickly sprinted towards her to help.
Time slowed down, his senses heighten and all of his surroundings were visible to him. He saw a Falconeer swoop down in front of him, if time hadn't slowed down, it would be a moment notice for it to appear and disappear. The rider glared at Graves with eyes furious like a tiger. Graves noticed that he held a crossbow but sheathed it for some reason.
But another hand was something different, a small flask that had the same blue colouring like before. Graves knew what would happen and used the microsecond of time to shield his face. Time return to what it was, the falcon flown pass like a thunder and the flask had reached to the ground.
Graves was pushed by an extraordinary force and elevated a few meters high. As he fell to the ground, he rolled a couple of times. The only thing that he felt was pain.