Chapter 13: The Bad, The Ugly, and The Worst Part 2.
Majestic City Arc.
Ramon looks up at the cloaked individual, remaining still and shaking in place. He grits his teeth into frustration. This is exactly what I need: This guy chasing me again! he thinks, getting in a posture. The figure reveals his black paws, two bones forming in his possession. Ramon casts a Dark Pulse from his mouth, flinging it towards the figure. The figure simply smacks the attack with his Bone Rush, the dark ball of energy crashing to the ground afterwards.
He dashes towards the Zorua, using all of his tremendous speed to get close to him. He swings his Bone Rush at him, causing him to jump over it. Ramon looks ahead, another Bone Rush swinging at him and crashing him against the wall. "Gah!" he yelps, coughing from the bone pinning him. His chest cages up, breathing abnormally.
"I'll end your life right here, right now," the figure says with a brute, cold-hearted tone. The Zorua blinks, looking around as he grunts. His body tenses up on the inside, feeling waves of uncertainty.
There goes that feeling again. Appearing here out of all times, the Zorua thinks, pushing the bone away, but the figure's strength outweighs his'.
Hidden behind a nearby dumpster lies a Drowzee with a blue ribbon wrapped around her neck. She looks at the struggling Zorua, remaining hidden while covering her mouth. Eek! It looks like he's in trouble! she thinks to herself, putting her hand on her chest. Wh-What should I do? That cloaked guy looks scary to face! She whimpers, covering her face. I'm no match for him! She grabs onto the side of the dumpster and takes a peek, the figure shoving his Bone Rush against the Zorua with little trouble. The fox opens his mouth, firing multiple Dark Pulses at him. The individual grunts and drops Ramon to the ground.
Meanwhile, Justin and Ada continue running towards Team Conjure, getting closer to them. The man with the messy hair looks at a book in his possession, sighing in relief. The book has many colors on the front cover, making up that of a rainbow; It also has a pixie dust symbol. "Boss is going to be so proud of me once we head back to base," he says before putting the book in his pocket.
"Yeah, Jester!" one of the grunts shouts.
Jester smacks the grunt's head with his arm blade, causing him to yelp. "That's Commander J to you, you numbnut."
"Yowch! Sorry, Commander J." The grunt rubs his head, whimpering.
"Now then, time for us to report to...the-" Jester pauses for a moment, seeing the two teens heading towards him. "-Boss..."
"Huh? Who the heck are those two?" another grunt asks.
"How the heck should I know?" Jester rubs his hands, closing his eyes. "Not that it matters, anyways. Those two aren't a threat to us."
Ada then jumps in the air, flipping herself forward before slashing one of the grunts in the face. The grunt yelps and screams as he falls to the ground, the others backing away in response. Justin leaps in the air as well, spinning himself around and clashing with a couple of grunts. All of them are blown away, sliding across the ground.
"What the Blaze!?" Jester says in a raspy tone.
"You were saying, sir?" one of the grunts says, folding her arms. The messy hair man looks at the lady, glancing at her.
"Oh just shut up and attack them already!" Jester's voice is cracking like a broken windpipe. "All of you!"
The Conjure grunts nod as all of their hands become shrouded in purple or blue sparkles. Ada and Justin jump back from the group, the grunts shooting their Mystical Projectiles at them. The teens nod and form a Mystical Shield around themselves. The huge shield turns into the blue and purple coloring because of the sparkles, blocking the beams with no problem. The two then raise their brows, looking at each other.
"I didn't know that we can form one Mystical Shield together," Justin says, his face wandering in confusion.
"Same here," Ada replies before the shield fades, the grunts all charging towards them. "Welp, we know to put it to good use now." She giggles.
"Yep, fam." Justin grins, forming two Mystical Projectiles in his hands and fires them. The blue beams hit two grunts, blasting them off and landing next to Jester.
"Eek!" Jester yelps before clearing his throat. "I mean, you fools! Don't let these teens take you savages out!"
One grunt swings her fist at Ada, surrounding it in purple aura. Ada dodges to the side and grabs the lady's arm, throwing her with ease. Then the next two grunts leap in the air with their fists engulfed in purple aura, stretching their arms out to launch towards Ada.
Ada jumps from the attacks, the two humans slamming against the ground. While in the air, one grunt appears behind her, charging his Mystical Projectiles. "Got ya!" he says, positioning the beams towards Ada's head. The teen smirks and roundhouse kick him, shooting him out of the sky and crashing to the ground. Ada lands swiftly, brushing herself off before taking a look at Justin.
Justin is blocking every jab and beam from the grunts with his blades, moving forward without a lick of problems. He swings afterwards, a huge gust of wind blowing the grunts away. The boy blinks, staring at his blades in perplexion. "Wait, I can do that?"
"...Apparently so," Ada replies, standing next to the teen.
"Ah kickass, fam!" Justin grins, seeing the grunts all getting up. One of them extends her arm out, launching it in the air. She makes it come screeching towards the two teens. "Yo, watch out!"
"Hmm?" Ada yelps at the arm, the two dodging it afterwards. "Thanks for the warning." The grunt attempts to swing her magical arm at Ada. The girl jumps over it, twirling herself around before clawing at it. The Conjure lady wails and withdraws, Ada landing on the ground afterwards. Soon Justin runs towards the grunt and kicks her, colliding her against another grunt.
Justin then flips back, sliding next to Ada. "Anymore?" he says, his blades remaining intact. The grunts surround their commander, glaring at the teens with uncertainty.
"These are some tough teens, Commander," one grunt mentions, brushing himself off.
"Thanks for the compliment," Justin responds, chuckling softly. "You know, for a group that ruined our hometown, you guys are sucking a lot against two teens."
"Don't provoke them, Justin. They're still capable of killing us, especially after seeing one of them extending her arms at will," Ada says. "That's as insane as the guy who can summon more than two Mystical Projectiles..."
Justin shrugs. "...I mean yeah but-" he then points his blade at Jester. "It doesn't help that the group is led by some guy with voice cracks."
The Conjure groups begin to laugh at Justin's comment, Jester lowering his shades to reveal his red eyes. "Oh zip it, you all!" he exclaims, clearing his throat before looking at Justin and Ada, his hands behind his back. "I see that you have jokes. Heh...Well believe me when I say this: Those jokes will no longer cover your back once I'm done with you."
"I'll like to see you try, voice crack man."
Jester clenches his fists, gritting his teeth. "IT'S COMMANDER J, YOU NITWIT!" He then breathes in the air, exhaling afterwards. "I can tell that this'll be short." He extends a blade from his right arm, glaring at the boy.
"I'd expect the same, too." Justin snickers, gesturing at the man with his blade.
Jester stares at the Conjure members surrounding him. "Step aside," he orders, them moving out of his way. He jumps in the air, landing right in front of the teen. He swings his blade at him, Justin blocking it in response. Jester groans and jumps back, extending another blade from his left arm. He runs towards the teen, swinging his blade once again. Justin dodges to the side and pushes Jester, having him sliding across the ground.
Ada rushes over to the commander and kicks him. He shields himself from it, the girl backflipping her way onto the ground. The boy dashes towards him with Sorcery Blades as he blocks it. He jumps back and slides across the ground.
"Is that the best you got?" Justin says, jumping up and down while swinging his fists at the air.
"Ugh...This is dragging on longer than it needs to." Jester releases a sigh. "Time to actually end this." He begins to surround himself in blue sparkles, gradually hovering into the air. Everyone watches, the man withdrawing his blades into their sheaths. "Behold-" he pauses for a moment, clearing his throat before spreading his arms out. "-Pixie Flush!"
Justin and Ada look at each other for a brief moment, blank gazes are being exchanged. "...Pffft, haha!" The two laugh, Justin covering his stomach while Ada covers her mouth.
"Hmm!? What's so funny!?" Jester exclaims, his voice going haywire.
"That. Name," Justin answers, snickering. "And I thought Ada's Magic move name was trash."
"Mystical Static from someone in your group sounds miles better than that!" Ada says, giggling. She then slaps Justin on the shoulders lightly. "Also, hey!"
As the two continue their laughter, the Conjure grunts hear splashing noises. All look up, a mystical river starts forming in the sky: It looks as blue as the aquatic sea while it spins around Jester. He moves his arm to his chest, glancing at the laughing teens. He swings it forward, the river jetting towards the two.
"Huh?" Ada says before the two get captured by the river. As Clinton makes it to their location, he jumps back from the river pinning them against a tall building.
"What the hell!?" Clinton says as Ada and Justin swim in place, flailing their arms and legs. "Ada! Justin!"
Ada releases some bubbles, eyes widening as she strokes her chest. Crap! I...can't...breathe, she thinks, gazing at the sky. Her eyes twitch as she attempts to move herself, but couldn't due to the gruesome current. Clinton looks at Jester, seeing his hands being engulfed in blue, sparkling aura. The elder aims his revolver at him, pulling the tip of it. He pulls the trigger, a bullet comes screeching towards the man.
The bullet hits through the tip of the man's hair. He flinches. "What the?" Jester says, turning his attention towards Clinton. The elder continues to shoot at him, putting his left hand on his right arm. "Hmph." Jester forms his blue Mystical Shield, the many bullets bouncing off from it. He then hears gunshots coming from the restaurant. The plan is working. The grunts cheer Jester on as the river becomes a barrier between them and Clinton.
Clinton's revolver makes a 'click' sound, him digging in his pockets. "Shit!" he yells, implementing more bullets inside. Soon, Nickel appears beside him, leading him to raise his brow. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I wanted to let you know that your Zorua friend went missing from your cart," the mayor explains in a concerned tone.
"What!?" Clinton's eyes enlarge, his hands beginning to shake in place. "...This-" Clinton finishes loading his gun. "-This has gotten so much worse..."
Over at Ramon's end, the two start panting over and over, bruise marks showing on them. The individual's cloak devolves into ruins and destruction, its decaying state showing off bits of his blue fur. He grips onto his Bone Rush for a moment, glaring at the Zorua with menace. He then adjusts his posture, standing tall and firm while his Bone Rush disappears.
"Why continue to resist your inevitable fate?" the figure says, his paws beginning to glow yellow.
"Should I even answer that question?" Ramon asks, bracing himself.
"I believe we both know the answer to it." The individual moves forward. "Now stay still!" He rushes towards the Zorua, jabbing him with Force Palm. Ramon jumps out of the way only to have his tail get captured by the attack. He winces.
"AH!" The figure picks him up by the tail and throws him to the wall, him wincing once again. The fox tries to get up before the individual gets close to him within seconds. He looks up. Oh my gos- his thoughts are cut off by him being Force Palmed, eyes widening to the powerful attack as he screams. The figure then picks him up and throws him towards the dumpster, causing him to cough out purple blood in response. He gasps heavily, sliding down and groans in pain.
The tapir yelps in silence, the figure slowly walking towards her direction while eyeing the Zorua. Oh gosh...He's getting beaten up pretty badly, and I'm just sitting here watching it all! She shivers in place, biting on her fingers while looking at the distant exit behind her. She gazes at it as if it were the abyss itself. She whimpers.
What should I do?