I'm back everyone, with a new chapter. This one is more like a battle scene, I'm not so good in writing that, so give me opinion! Enjoy!
Chapter 9: The Battlefield of the Dusk
Another thunder stormed against Itsuwa's ears again whilst she was doing her activity.
She looked at the darkened sky through the window, being completely mesmerized by the continuous thunder and the bitter draft that the environment appeared to provide for today and only for today. It was not a usual day, Itsuwa must admit. The crackling sound of thunder had become her only friend in Touma's apartment since the dawn of the day, and even though she indeed knew that the weather was so usual and so suitable in the autumn, she couldn't help but having such a bad feeling regarding the weather itself. And no matter how paranoid and how attached she was to the superstitious things, she could know that the townspeople didn't have the same weird feeling. This was Academy City, after all.
Itsuwa was back to her cutting board again; all of her attentions were given now to the carrot that she was chopping since three minutes ago. She did her job with the equivalence of the expert, cutting the bigger part into tiny pieces as though it was some kind of artistic sculpture. A white apron could be seen covering her body, wrapping her in delight, exposing another kind of suitable appearance that she could wear. The purple haired girl knew that she could chop the carrot in ease without even looking, but rather than sacrificing her own finger in process (out of deliberate action) she decided to focus more on it.
As if the harmonic music of chopping sound could drive her to sleep, she released a low yawn between chops, lifting the knife a little and covering her mouth in process, and the chopping sound was heard again after a span of seconds. She let the tears drenching her eyes slightly, being completely indifferent towards the blurry sight that she received because of the excessive water. Just after a while, the tears had finally evaporated completely; a trigger for her to direct her attention to her upper left, looking at the clock which would be never bored of moving gradually.
05.30 pm.
She let out a heavy sigh, taking a look at the front door whilst the water vapor disappeared at the hollow space. Her eyes stared deeply at the lifeless door, demanding the appearance of a certain spiky haired guy to enter the door and smiled at her. It was indeed true that around this time, the said guy would eventually returned to his dormitory; reaching his knees as he breathed hard frequently (and Itsuwa knew that his misfortune must drive him doing something crazy again). But then, he would greet her, whether in nonchalant, bored, or vibrant ways. It was not something crucial or essential for those who only considered him as an acquaintance, but for someone who had certain… affection to him, those little things that he did could be something more for her.
And she buried her attention again to her own thought; the lack of sound of chopping sound became the only proof of her self thinking. It was hilarious to know that an atheist guy just like Kamijou Touma could drive her crazy like this, and for the reason that only she could know, she didn't mind at all. The gray hue from the remaining gloomy twilight was ignored completely by her own thinking; and she would be dead first if her brain acknowledged that the spiky haired guy was not her love interest anymore.
Out of the blue, an explosion could be heard. Her twin of eternity widened slightly because of the surprising sound, letting all of her reflex to take the leader's role of her action. She looked at the window again hastily, only to find that the sight had stupefied her and her dinner must be delayed for this day. Her mouth was agape in shock, staring at the sight in awe as her grip on the knife was loosened, even though it was still enough to maintain its position in Itsuwa's hand.
There, at one side of Academy City, soaring smoke could be seen, reaching high to the sky above as though it tried to reach the heaven, only to be blocked by the thick clouds as if they were protecting the gate of heaven. Just under the pole of smoke, Itsuwa could vaguely observe that the said place was battered a little bit, fully showed by crushed walls and visible ruins, and Itsuwa could know, that whatever things or humans that could do something like this must wield an incredible power. The thunder for a hundredth time reached the earth again, as though it tried to give some kind of background in the painting of Tower of Thunder in Tarot Card.
Her cell phone vibrated and rang all of the sudden, snapping her back to the reality after she was mesmerized by the horrendous scenery for a fraction of time. Quickly, she snatched the cell phone from her pocket, and without letting her eyes to take a sight on the screen that revealed the caller of the phone, she moved it towards her ears as she began listening to the habitual greeting from a voice whose tone she had known since her birth. It was Tatemiya Saiji.
"Hello? Itsuwa?" her senior and representative of Amakusa church greeted her, with a tone which showed his usual flexibility and cheerfulness that he always showed to his comrades. But beyond that, she could sense a weird feeling, a feeling which somehow would crush her shoulders in shattered pieces behind the easy talk that Tatemiya Saiji had said. "I just want to inform you that the magician had arrived in Academy City, so it would be better for you to prepare for… Itsuwa? Hello?"
His line was cut off when Tatemiya Saiji realized that his speech was replied only by the sound of falling cell phone on the floor. Indeed, Itsuwa had stormed off; dashing quickly to the explosion's scene without letting her tiredness overwhelmed her, as though she was some kind of knight who would save those in needs. The only thing that was last seen which could show Itsuwa's presence around the peripheral area of Touma's dormitory was a flash of her spear; the weapon that she had grinded down everyday in case something was bad happened.
Itsuwa grimaced slightly between her paces. It would be today.
The flash of lightning was the one who managed to wake the sleeping beauty up.
The hazel haired girl opened her eyes in horror at the same time the white hue of lightning that penetrated the room slapped her face. Her stare at the ceiling above was replied by lifeless look from it, trying to realize the place which she was resided in. It only needed a span of seconds for her to be aware of her whereabouts, as she started to rising up from her lying state; eyes closing, trying to remedy a slight pain that one always got from the long-time slumber. She opened her eyes again tardily, catching the sight of blank screen of the plasma television which she watched just a moment before she slept.
And the thunder snapped her again to the reality after some amount of self-thinking, being the only creation nearby that could produce loud sound as its resonance tried to crush the ear drums that Misaka Mikoto had. She just let the nature did its activity; eyes rolling around the peripheral area, and for a fraction of seconds, even though she didn't want to admit it, she just realized that she was waiting for the appearance of a certain spiky haired guy to greet her again, whether in a sarcastic way or not.
A slight of pain stung her on the head, trying to remind her condition of being sick. The said hazel haired girl ruffled her hair a little bit, being unconcern towards the messy characteristic and just let the pain dissipated for each massage that she had given. After some moments of blank look and void mind, her brain began fulfilling itself with the figure of a certain spiky haired guy that didn't show up until now; awful prejudice became the only subject that led all of her thoughts for a second. And for that, she released an inaudible mumble even though she acknowledged that it wouldn't be replied by anyone, for she knew that she addressed the mutter only to her.
"That idiot, I hope he won't do anything stupid again."
She looked at the window at the left side of hers, completely mesmerized by the sight of thundering clouds and silver hue that was raging around every corner of the azure sky. It appeared that even dusk was reluctant to hassle the gloomy scenery, staying annoyingly at the sky, trying to make the civilians forgot about the existence of upcoming night and creation of the stars and the moon. It also reflected the thought that the said Railgun was having, as every thought of the bitter draft returned to the image of Kamijou Touma.
She didn't really know what kind of cruel destiny had led him to bear something as heavy as what he was facing now. He was so young, yet so brave and pitiful, painstakingly enduring the weight of the world on his gnarled shoulders, staying on the path that had been chosen by the demon and having no place to escape because of his tendency to meddle with other's affairs just because of stupid principle that would never reach success. What she could do was just seeing him battered and slaughtered heavily by everybody that wanted his death and the death of his dearest friends. She couldn't do anything… she was weak… she was…
…pathetic.
Even after his memory loss, after he shouldn't have anything to think about, after he should take a rest after dearly-forgotten memories, he still strived to help everybody in needs, as though it was his habitual action that couldn't be forgotten by him. The hazel haired girl's mind wandered to the time when he decided to help her saving Misaka Imouto, even though recently she knew, that it was just after his memory loss. He could just go to his ordinary life and didn't care about her anymore, because indeed, he didn't know an individual called Misaka Mikoto at all; all memories had been forgotten, changed into a certain blank look when he firstly saw her face. Nevertheless, even though Misaka Mikoto was just a 'stranger' for him that time, he didn't even think of not caring her at all. It was no longer an unspoken for him, it was a law.
And what's the result? He was battered, attacked by every kind of offensive moves by the strongest esper in Academy City, crawling on the dirty concrete as he tried to catch every glimpse of breath as though the air would be gone in a fraction of seconds. His swaying figure accentuated his dying body, adorned by the odor of dust although his eyes could show every hint of the lack of regrets for everything that he had done for a stranger: Misaka Mikoto. He managed to live and breathe again though, even though he must creep from the valley of the death with broken legs and bruised skin.
And her? She was just watching all the horrible scenery, gritting her teeth for her powerlessness, and what she could do to reply was just a box of cookies. How pathetic.
Ironically, that idiot, Kamijou Touma, was the one that Misaka Mikoto really loved.
She always confronted her in front of the memorial vending machine (that was just some kind of accident! Don't you think more than that!), not because she wanted to meet her (she would never admit it to anyone), but also, she wanted to check the condition of the spiky haired guy. She even knew when he would show up in front of the vending machine (no, she's not a stalker!) through countless experiences. And through process, she knew that when his figure was not seen there, he must be involved into another calamity.
Just like now, he was out of her watch, and she feared that he would return with twisted ankle and bloodied body.
Misaka Mikoto let out a heavy sigh again whilst her eyes were closed in sync, trying to erase any kind of prejudices that flew to her brain just since she woke up. Her own thinking tasted foreign to her brain, because: first, she never thought about a male friend too much, and second, being paranoid was not her style. She took another glance to the window, looking at another thunder that showed up. The said hazel haired girl covered her body with the blanket and tried to sleep, hoping for the God of Protection to always guard Kamijou Touma.
Unbeknownst to her, the soaring smoke that covered the draft was located out of her sight, and her hope for the protection for the spiky haired boy was shattered into pieces.
The whizzing sound of bullets shooting never left Yomikawa Aiho's ears.
Fully equipped with metal clothes and bullet-resist armor, she shouldn't have any trouble in dealing with any kind of circumstances that lurked in the darkness of Academy City. Moreover, she was a trained Anti-skill's member, skilled undoubtedly in shooting, self-defense, martial arts, strength, agility, vitality, and dexterity in targeting enemies. Heaped up beneath the perfect lady-like beauty and graceful eyes of Yomikawa Aiho, was a strong, tomboyish being, wrapped carefully and nicely with a sense of justice and segregation-hater, something that drove a lady like her joined the Anti-Skill and even being one of the most reliable captains in it.
But had she trained in dealing with monstrous creature? No, she hadn't
She ducked her head for a hundredth time this day; her action was followed by ten other Anti-Skill's members who were late slightly in acknowledging the incoming danger. Just when the last head had been protected by a tall fallen wall on the road, a huge blast was the one who slapped a fragment of air over their heads, creating a massive creater that Yomikawa would be sure to be remained the same for another century. The strong blast was joined with strong wind as an impact, as she found it hard to maintain its balance for a fraction of second. Yomikawa Aiho could know from a single glance that if she got one-clean hit from the said beam, she would be a dead meat.
Nevertheless, she didn't even think to shiver or to hesitate a single bit. Just when she analyzed that it was safe to return her firing, she stood up again, showing a part of her head whose existence was ignored compared to the massive machine gun which she took from the ground beside her. She pulled the trigger; bullets were shot in less than a second, bombarding the said creature without mercy. The said creature just roared more, and it was more than angry now.
This was hell.
All her comrades returned firing their respective machine guns, as all of the sound of bullets shooting joined and provided the ears a certain impromptu music that one could mistake as the footsteps of the Knight of Apocalypse. Whatever it was, just the time countless bullets hit the said green creature, it groaned in pain, buying her some time to reflect everything that had occurred just fifteen minutes ago. So, her mind wandered to that time; all the terrible sceneries in her sight became only visible shadows of solid thunder that crawled from the darkness of the earth.
It was just a usual call from a paranoid civilian, just like what she remembered. The informant just said that she heard a loud explosion when she just exited the Underground Mall, and she requested the arrival of the Anti-Skill, fearing that the explosion would be some kind of prologue to another terrible story. Indeed, since the invasion to the Academy City from a certain force that even Anti-Skill didn't know, all the civilians became more and more afraid towards something vague and unimportant. Nevertheless, the informant appeared to be so truthful and so scared, and an explosion was not a simple thing that could be disregarded by the Anti-Skill, who devoted themselves for the safety of Academy City.
So there they were, the valiant soldiers of Anti-Skill came to the rescue. Just when they stopped their paces at the entrance of the Underground Mall, they could know that the explosion indeed occurred, showed vividly by soaring smoke and shattered glasses, but for unknown reason, it appeared that the guests and customers of the said mall were not there; the lack of shadows became the thing that conclude their opinions. It was as if the guests had known the incoming explosion, or something had driven them out just from before. They just on their first step in the said mall when the unexpected occurred.
From the unseen pitfall on the ground, a monster was summoned from there. It was five meters long and it could fly… or floated on the opened air. The monster took the shape of a seemed-like dragon without feet; just a pair of limbs that protruded from his body. It was stained with green hue, different from its brown horns that were plastered on its head; with a snout that carried the smell of hell or the underworld or even both. Its growl spread to the peripheral area, bringing fear to everyone who had heard them, and they would find it hard not to dig a hole to hide on the spot. Imagine the scariest dragon that you could image, this monster was tenth times scarier than that. All of the shapes, the characteristics of the dragon… it was despicable.
And they were now there; taking a shelter each time the monster took its turn to attack, delaying their continuous shooting in order to destroy the said monster. It was very lucky that until now, her comrades were still there on the spot, even though it appeared that their breaths were on the verge of dying. The other fortunate fact was that the said monster didn't appear to have any intention to exit its nest: the entrance of the Underground mall, as though it was some kind of lost child that it must protect. It was just charging from a distance, wiping its long tail to hit them and released a certain beam from its mouth occasionally. The captain of Anti-Skill and her underlings would have been sure to run flatly to the Underground Mall if only those claws didn't seem so sharp and so dangerous.
And another beam just hit the space beside their 'shelter', creating a big hole on the road, as the nearest member of Anti-Skill was agape; face became full of horror, being grateful for an inch of fortune that had been given to him. Yomikawa Aiho didn't want to imagine what would happen when the said blast hit her fellow.
Just how could a dragon enter the Academy City anyway?
The condition was hell.
The spiky haired guy managed to dodge an amount of bricks and ruins of wall that his enemy threw… or maybe 'controlled' frantically. If only it was not because of the years of experience in dealing with thugs, Kamijou Touma would be sure that the bricks had hit him, for his reflex mustn't be so reactive compared to now. Even when he could be proud of his experience, he got hit twice on the abdomen by the bricks, with a burst of blood from his mouth became the proof of the high intensity of the hit. His clothes were adorned with crystals of ice from previous attack, and he was bruised all over, with the dust that stained a portion of his face. At least he could still run and dodge further throwing from his enemy up to now, even though his eyes were half blurred and half blinded by the thick dust as a certain impact from the throw. For a very good reason, the messy haired magician that became his enemy kept a distance with him, and he found himself in the same condition when he was fighting Acqua of the Back. This guy was clever and brilliant.
Just when the first time the messy haired guy whose age didn't seem to even pass his confronted them, Kamijou Touma could somehow know the meaning of evil and danger. He asked them where Misaka Mikoto was, and for a very good reply, he just pretended that he didn't know her at all. It appeared that Saten Ruiko, the middle school girl that Touma and Fukiyose met a moment ago knew the hazel haired girl too, but her answer was also the same with Kamijou Touma, as though both of them sensed some kind of wicked power and hazardous, and also, bizarre event if they told him where Misaka Mikoto was.
So the said guy revealed himself as a magician, truly showed by his lack of patience in dealing with a situation (not all magicians were similar to him) and the way his stare appeared to be so familiar in Touma's point of view (it was just his prejudice). His hand took a card from the short-forgotten cardbox, and pointing it to the middle school girl with a blank look. Just around the time Touma finally acknowledged the situation they were in, a blast of air hit the stomach of the said girl, knocking her off until her body crushed the wall behind her, leaving a small crack on the wall. Fukiyose Seiri released a low shriek that Touma would never forget, pacing herself to approach the poor Sakugawa Middle School girl. The said messy-haired magician drew another card, directing it to the running figure of Touma's female classmates. A black beam was formed from the card, nearly hitting Fukiyose if only Touma didn't block it with Imagine Breaker.
The said magician gave him a blank look for a moment, as though he tried to know the power that lied on Touma's right hand and analyze a good strategy to defeat him. He didn't give Touma much time to approach him and give him a good punch, for he took another card from the box, and a glacial wind was formed from the card, only to be blocked by the Imagine Breaker even though his figure was trailed back because of the aftermath from the icy wind. With that, Touma knew, that the said magician had a new strategy, fully showed by his grinning face with an expression as though he cursed Touma to die on the spot.
He took a different card, mumbling some spells from language that Touma didn't know, and directing it to Kamijou Touma nonchalantly. And the bricks from the wall behind him began moving, speeding themselves to attack Touma as his mouth was agape for the variety of spells that this magician could have. The whizzing sound of the bricks could even match a bullet, just until they succeeded to give tremendous pain to Touma's abdoment. He vomitted a portion of blood, clutching for his stomach in agony. Another bricks missed his hair a little, and he regained his usual composure for the fear of being hit.
At least all of the magician's attention was given to him now, not to Fukiyose Seiri or Ruiko Saten (it appeared Fukiyose had taken Saten to a safer place, Touma thought).
Right now, the magician took another card from the cardbox, doing his usual pattern of attack, and with that, he pointed the card to the floor. And all fragments of the floor began exploding frantically, forming a line to the dodging figure of the spiky haired guy, cleaving the space into two different parts. The sudden explosion blasted the spiky haired guy away, until his body hit a cupboard behind. It was very lucky for him for not eating so much until now, or else, he would spit out again and again. But, on the opposite side, he was doomed because the cupboard befell him because of the crush, trapping him on the ground with a stupid cuboard on his body.
Not giving any moment for the spiky haired guy to react or to even breathe, the messy haired magician took another card, and lifted it as though the card demanded everybody's attention for it. Touma's weakened sensory receptors caught a glimpse of loud shout from foreign language, and he could swear that he saw a big mystical demon goat behind the silhouette of the magician. He could feel a strange breeze around, and from the shadows that existed on the ground, a large amount of black beings... taking the form of knights, were formed. They wielded their own respective swords; their visible interior body was hollow as the proof of their lifeless characteristics. Ten, twenty, no, around forty black knights had been created, stifling the said room as they began approaching the trapped body of Kamijou Touma, trying to finish him.
He needed miracle to escape from this calamity.
"Ah, so you give up already?" the said magician said to him from a distance, with nasty tone that adorned his calm and collected figure. "I must say that not many people can last long from my spell. Five spells. You've done a great fight, even though I didn't even break a sweat," he continued. Touma gritted his teeth for his weak being and powerlessness, lamenting the fact that he was indeed, useless, because the Imagine Breaker couldn't protect him speedy attacks, for his right hand couldn't react that fast. Now that he was trapped, he couldn't even use Imagine Breaker at all. "It appears that your right hand wields an erasing power, being able to take on the Beam of Darkness without even a scratch. You're great, but I'm sorry, you have to die. Now."
And the nearest black hollow knight lifted his sword, giving it a certain kind of preparation to cut down the powerless figure of the spiky haired guy. The said Touma gritted his teeth even more, bracing himself for the impact of the stab or the cut from the sword. Ah well, at least his death would be fast. But even though he had no hopes left, he was still, having a vague hope of miracle.
Miracle really happened.
A spear out of the blue came out of nowhere, striking through the strong armor of the black knight as though it was just a pile of papers. The spear reached the ground below the knight, splitting itself into two. And just like every other fairy tale about the magnificent beasts, the said hollow knight shattered into pieces, much smaller than any broken mirror. With that occurence, all the attentions of the hollow knights, the magician, and Kamijou Touma changed to the spear, as their eyes tried to find the individual who had thrown the weapon before.
They didn't really need to find it, because the savior had come without any call. It was the purple haired girl from the Amakusa Church, who landed safely and gracefully on the ground next to trapped Touma and stabbed spear. With a determined look implanted momentarily on her face, she stared at the other magician, trying to analyze her next opponent. She took the spear from the ground in ease as though it was just some kind of toys that she had played since kindergarten, pointing it to the other magician as though it was some kind of dead threat. Her short hair was fluttered a little bit by a sudden howling wind from the aura that the two magicians had, announcing the upcoming, bloody battle that would happen when the two sides clashed.
"Itsuwa?" Touma said; eyes became wide, full of shock because of the sudden appearance of the Amakusa Church's member. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you seem troubled, Kamijou-san," Itsuwa said, rolling her eyes to see that at least the spiky haired guy wouldn't do anything reckless anymore (he indeed should be trapped there and avoided any danger). "Let me help you a little bit."
Kamijou Touma could faintly hear the sound of unsheating swords joined with the others, and his eyes could see the shining black swords from every knight that appeared to prepare an attack to the death. Itsuwa, on the other hand, just do what she should do from the first time. One had fallen, thirty-nine more to be defeated.
And she dashed.
The battle had turned out in Itsuwa's favor, Touma must admit.
She was really a beast in the battlefield, a valuable asset in the battle of Sekigahara if only she was born much earlier than the present. She dodged, she ducked, she stabbed, she swung, she ran in the battlefield as though she was created there and her purpose of life was only to battle (even though her heart warming figure really contradicted that). She charged on the battlefield with her usual purple tank-top as though it was some kind of magical armor that couldn't be destroyed. Her reflex was so good that the black knight couldn't even give her a scratch, as though they paused momentarily by Itsuwa's prowess in battlefield. Just when the first wave of knights approached her, they would only shatter in pieces because of the spear.
The spiky haired guy too, in a better state. He almost succeeded escaping from a certain annoying cupboard that trapped him until now. Maybe, he would charge to the battlefield if only the cupboard was not there, and joined Itsuwa's work without any hesitation ( or maybe even ordered Itsuwa to stay out of his way with his usual irresponsible talk). Touma Kamijou just considered it as a misfortune, again and again.
Itsuwa leaped on the battlefield, locating herself to one part of the space that could make her getting a good site which could cover all the opposite sides. She prepared a battle stance, stabbing her spear to the floor with so much force that it could even crack the porcelain a little. She closed her eyes momentarily; mouth began releasing a spell just after her twin of eternity were opened.
"Nanasen."
And the invisible sharp threads of death had appeared from her spear, charging to the remaining black knights which approached her without any knowledge of their upcoming destiny. The invisible threads were so many and so strong that it could even scratch the floor and the wall, as though it was some kind of invisible sword that floated and quickened themselves to the enemy. The forgotten dust was lifted from the floor as one of the impact of the spell, blinding the spiky haired guy's eyes from seeing how the battle went.
And from the fog of dust, he could hear another vague sound of shattering glasses, telling him that another knight had fallen to another crevice of disappearance. Nevertheless, he could also hear another sound that joined the calamity from the outside. It appeared to be a certain explosion from something that he didn't really know what, and the countless whizzing sound of bullets could be heard faintly. It appeared that there was another battle outside.
The impromptu sound from the outside was forgotten entirely when his eyes could see a glimpse of silhouette of Itsuwa, without nobody stood around her. The fog had lifted entirely, revealing the sight of hers who had stood above all the defeated ones, whose appearances were only shown by the shattering black glasses. Touma's eyes widened in surprise. It appeared that Itsuwa had been stronger than before.
"You are strong too, and very skilled in martial arts," the magician said, revealing himself from the darkness of the shadow without a scratch, as though the sharp threads were nothing. Itsuwa frowned her face a little bit, standing in awe when she observed that the said magician indeed wasn't injured by her attack at all. "Maybe, I will defeat you..." he took another card from the cardbox. "...with this."
He took the card, mumbling some spells again. Then, he plastered the card on his hand, and with that, the card was absorbed by his skin. Just a moment after the card had been absorbed, the said magician grinned, and from both of his hands, a pair of daggers were formed, protruding from his skin as though they had been implanted from his birth. Touma and Itsuwa stared in awe, yet another upcoming hazard that they must face.
The said magician charged now to Itsuwa, clashing both of their respective weapons just around the time the dusk had eventually appeared outside. The clash was so strong that even Touma could feel the clash from a distance, and both sides were trailed back after the said clash. And both of them didn't give any time to breathe, to acknowledge the situation they were in, or even to analyze a good strategy to counter both ability. They just clashed at each other, finding it better to trust on their own weapons in the battle.
Kamijou Touma stared in awe, finding it hard to find a word that could describe their own prowess in the battle, because there was really no any human's words that could describe them. They played their weapons easily, bringing shame to those martial art's teachers who had crafted their ability since their youth. After five minutes that appeared to be ten hours they battled each other, none of them could barely give each other a sratch, and Touma must say, that it was the first time Itsuwa's face became that serious. It even defeated her determined face when she fought Acqua of the Back.
This magician... was stronger than Acqua?
Itsuwa leaped backwards, stabbing her spear to the floor and produced another Nanasen. The invisible threads appeared again for the second time, charging themselves to the direction of the other magician without mercy. Nevertheless, the said magician didn't even dodge the upcoming sharp threads. He was just there, preparing a stance to counter the said threads. Just when the threads nearly hit him, he swung his dagger, perfectly maneuvering the threads to another direction. The other threads met the same fate, as the magician perpetually swung his daggers wildly. Just after the threads had finally gone, he charged to Itsuwa again, who countered the clash with her spear.
And they trailed back again for the second time.
The magician didn't even break a single sweat until now, as though he had perfected his prowess in battle since his youth. Itsuwa though, nearly fainted because of the speedy battle. Indeed, she was also trained and experienced in battle, but she appeared to be exhausted. It was very great for a girl like her to put a good fight against this magician, Touma must say.
Kamijou Touma finally released himself from the trapping cupboard, as he made his way to Itsuwa's side. She indeed appeared to be very tired and exhausted, and he observed that she started producing cold sweat. It appeared that each clash with the said other magician drained her life, and for anything that he was capable doing after each class, he didn't want to know.
"It's a pain to fight you two," the said magician said from a distance, taking off his daggers as they were gone in a fraction of seconds. "Maybe I'll be leaving now, but I'm sure we will meet again," he said nonchalantly.
"Just who are you and what do you want here!" Touma barked at him, demanding an explanation from him.
"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself right?" The said magician smirked. "My name is Raven, Raven Huer to be exact," he then started taking another card from his usual cardbox. "My magician name is..."
He directed the card to Itsuwa's body.
"...cruevo471."
And just the time he said that, Itsuwa's eyes widened in fear. She looked at the hollow space below, as though it was some kind of majesty that a great entity had created. Her legs gave up supporting her, and with that, she trailed off, muscles began becoming to weak to keep standing, and she fell to the lifeless floor beneath.
"Itsuwa!"
"...the destroyer of life, the representative of darkness."
And with that, the said magician was gone, together with the disappearance of the shadows. Kamijou Touma didn't care though, because all of his mind now was thinking about a figure of sleeping beauty who had fainted because of something that he didn't really know. He knelt down, lifting Itsuwa's body by the hands and shook her frantically. No reaction.
"ITSUUUUUWAAAA!"
So that's that, the battle scene, hope you enjoy it! O yeah, I found it better if readers review me, because I will be encouraged by each review that you all give regarding the story. So please give review and opinion, if you don't mind? And also, I need opinion about the story who should become my priority. A one-shot, 'The Angel of Thunder', or 'Whisper'. Please suggest what you want and review!