Chapter 15
They arrived.
Garou, Bad, Flash, Amai and Zenko came to the vast open field where the vampire war Ragnarok will take place. Flash however felt something off. "This isn't right is it?" he asked.
Bad however couldn't tell. "Something wrong?" he asked.
Garou tried to pin point it too, everything appeared normal, even the seal in place to keep all forces within the area to prevent interference or fleeing was activated. Yet, he felt it too. "What the hell is that strange sensation I am getting. It's like we're walking into a trap!" he protested.
Flash nodded in agreement. "We need proof of the seal before we enter."
Bad was getting antsy to say the least, however he calmed down when Zenko's hand slid into his. She gave it a firm squeeze before smiling confidently towards him. With a deep breath he sighed aloud.
Then they appeared.
In a wave of bats, black fire and some merely stepped out from the woods, the vampire elders showed… each supported with 100 of their strongest underlings, back behind their massive covens. Garou took the first step forward. "I demand to see the seal!" he called.
The oldest elder revealed it, after all, he was the one who casted it upon the ground. He is the best when it comes to making seals during war. "Beware of him brother. Your distrusting sensation isn't wrong," Amai Mask warned.
However there was no other choice, the seal was in place and would remain visible during the remaining of the war. Garou turned to Bad and Flash who nodded. Stepping into the seal, Garou already felt something was off. Matters weren't helped much as the elders were all smiling victoriously as they made their way in with their faction.
"This is all you possess?!" the oldest demanded. "Garou, the son of the crimson plague with merely 2 at his side!?"
"Two are more than enough for this." Garou snapped back. However the sensation in his gut wasn't going away.
This was wrong. This was a trap.
The elders and their legions didn't hesitate to step into the seal. They began to take their positions, gathering at different ends of the field, part of the rule so not one faction is crowded or surrounded right away. Bad was already looking into the eyes of the vampires, they were licking their lips towards them, anticipating a quick and very violent bloodshed.
"I'm gonna knock all their heads off…" Bad vowed.
"After I take them from their shoulders." Warned Flash.
The seal below their feet turned red very suddenly, Bad couldn't move his feet, but found the others were the same. It was to ensure no one jumped the gun and began the fight without warning. Instead he stared down, watch and waiting for the red to vanish from the seal. Bad already picked out his first targets, in fact it was all part of the plan. But first…
Light red…
White…
"Go!" Bad shouted. He rushed into the middle of the field with his bat in hand he already began to spin himself around calling out his dragon thrash technique. Since his strength has doubled from his turn into a half vampire, he made a tornado! Sucking up all the vampires within range he brought them into the twister, then, with great might he slammed his bat to the earth and all those within hit the ground, cracking and breaking the earth underfoot.
That was a quarter of the legions in one shot.
He turned and saw Flash was too fast to be stopped let alone countered. His blade was quick to hit their marks as he sliced down his foes.
But that was when Bad realized something was wrong.
Flash takes the heads off anything clean, he never merely slashing the throat and waits for them to bleed out. No, he takes the whole head and ensures his target is dead.
Flash himself paused, as the vampires were no worst for wear!
"What the hell!" Bad demanded.
Even Garou was noticing the issue. Whirlwind iron cutting fist should have turned those he faced to mincemeat by now. Yet, the only thing damaged was their clothing!
The elder who casted the seal began to laugh aloud. "You are so naïve child!" he said.
"You failed to notice I casted more than one seal!"
Under foot Bad began to see three other seals hidden below the white one. "Cast of ages, cast of reformation, cast of healing… THESE ARE NOT PERMITTED DURING RAGNAROK!" shouted Amai.
"Indeed, which is why I casted them long before it was declared!" the elder said with a grin.
"Wh… what does that mean?" Bad asked. "What the hell do these things do!?"
The elder chuckled to Bad's panic. "Simple really, those who are above a certain age will heal automatically from wounds rendered to them by younger opponents… you… Flash and Garou. The youngest of our legions is a merely 100 years older than Flash, but still it is enough to ensure one thing. We won't die at your hands, and you will die at ours!"
"You sons of bitches!" Bad cursed under his breath.
It was already seven at night, he wondered though, if they could keep going until the morning, just long enough until his potion wears off?