Chapter 3
Anton felt the flames, but he was not consumed by them as he used it to empower his healing energies before he forced them into the injured figure he held in his arms, a kid had no business being shot at, but where on earth did kids get that kind of hardware.
He didn't have much time left to think as he stepped from the blaze caused by the incendiary rocket, his blade still glowing like the moon as he walked towards the man with the rocket launcher as he horridly struggled to reload it, but the blade severed the mans head from his body before he got very far.
His body felt warm as he felt the world around him, the powers of the phoenix flooding him, the blades gift, the bane of evil, one of the seven beast blades of legend. It had chosen him on that fateful day all so long ago when he was referred to as Blaze. It had been less than two months since he had lost nearly everything, he went there when his parents were in the hospital, dying, he was trying to save the world when he should have been there, been there when his parents died.
The rest of his family was still not speaking to him because of that. It was the reason he left his job, and that mission, the one he went on, had cost him his entire team, including the control in under six hours, then he ound the blade and destroyed the bastard who had killed his friends.
* * * * *
Trouble was amazed when he saw the human grab his brother, and then his heart sank again as the explosion surrounded him. But then a miracle happened, the man was unharmed and his brother was healed.
Something was different about this man, the way he moved, and there was a power to him, a power like nothing a living fairy could remember. It was a force that reminded him of the few human legends the fairies truly knew, the legends of the first Atlantis, and the legends of Excalibur, a legend of blades, seven swords made to be united by the true lord of the world, a legend that signified the end of the separation between the races and a power that would unleash magic among the humans.
"Foaly," he yelled into his mike, "If we bring this mudman down, it'll cost us quite a bit, he survived a direct hit by an incendiary before he just.I'll get back to you, are you watching this!"
* * * * *
The centaur and Roots jaws couldn't drop farther when they saw the mudman approach the truck; he appeared to be very calmly lifting the truck into the air with one hand.
.and use it like a war club through about half of his foes before letting go of the vehicle mid swing to send it tumbling end over end to take out one of Holly's captors without even touching the tip of the elven hair on her head.
It was getting to be far to much for Root as his eyes got wide enough, Foaly was seriously contemplating what he would do if the commanders eyes popped out. The day just kept on getting stranger and stranger, though it wasn't all bad, just that it showed no sign of slowing down.
Root was seriously considering going back to that shrink the council forced him into seeing after the Fowl incidents. Mudmen seemed to always be messing with his head, whether or not he realized it at the time, so far chaos was the main thing involved.
* * * * *
Holly moaned again, still waking up, as she saw an armored figure hit the figure to her right and the one on her left was already gone, she fell to the ground, trying to figure out what the D'arvit was going on here.
She rolled to the left to avoid a retreating figure, though the armored one stopped over her, fending off a series of blows with what appeared to be a sword against a piece of pipe or some other metal.
The fight was going on and with the damage to the helmet, she was having trouble seeing what was going on through the spider webs in the visor.
* * * * *
Anton lunged forwards, dropping the nearest foe with a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus and his lade finished off another. He raised his hand, Uzi at the ready, he opened up at the nearest group of foes as he saw more bodies falling from the air.
* * * * *
Trouble was in a panic, most of the mudmen were shooting skywards on full auto at both retrieval teams like a hot knife through butter. It was chaos, complete and utter chaos.
"Who are these people?" he hissed into the mike as he felt a bullet graze him through his helmet.
"I don't know," Foaly said, the shock of him not knowing something and confusion was plain on his face.
"D'arvit!" Trouble groaned as he realized that he was the only one from retrieval one still airborne, and only one of five elves still flying.
* * * * *
It was getting to bloody for such a simple fight, but then again, normally when outsiders get involved, things get very bloody and messy. Normally not something worth getting involved in, but it looked like kids got caught up in a team that was coming to take him out.
Assassination attempts made Anton mad, very mad. He liked to let the assassin feel the pain of death, quick and deadly.
He had culled his foes to a dozen men who appeared to be retreating when he saw more bodies fall from the sky, it looked like one was left in the air took a hit in the knee.
Anger filled him for a moment as he charged, blade to his right in a thrust position. He felt the flames surround him as he felt the blood in his eyes.
He focused upon the powers of pyrokinesis, and the flames of anger became corporeal in his hands, lancing down and encompassing the katana.
* * * * *
"Does that guy have goblin blood in him or something," Holly managed to murmur as she came to her senses watching a pillar of flame rise from the humans foes and then he turned, and stepped forwards.
He walked towards her, energy cascading around him with red gold sparks that scattered around him like a whirlwind and then the armor was gone, leaving him as just a man standing there in black leather holding a sword.
* * * * *
Anton sighed in relief as it was over, he stepped towards the nearest of the ones that looked like kids. He sheathed his blade and walked over as the crack of a gunshot pierced the air and he dove forwards trying to shield the one before him.
His mind realized that he wasn't the target as the kid was hit in the stomach and collapsed backwards. He glanced around and saw no one, but he climbed to his feet and ran over, seeing pale blue sparks cascading across the figure as he picked her up in his arms and carried her towards his hummer.
Quickly stuffing her into the rear seat, he grabbed the one he had healed and put him in as well as the last airborne one landed on his rooftop.
* * * * *
Holly felt pain as she hit the ground. She knew something was wrong, her magic wasn't healing her, there was something terribly with her.
She coughed slowly, hands fumbling with the catches of her helmet, she let it fall off, at least that would let her breathe properly, though she was still hurting, she couldn't move enough to see where she had been hit, but she touched it with her fingers and looked, the gloved hand was slick with crimson.
* * * * *
Trouble was wondering what was going on as he landed on the vehicle, it was strange that the man was taking off that quick.
"What are you doing with them!" he exclaimed at the man.
"If you hadn't noticed," the man shot back, "This place is no longer secure, and, kid, I need better equipment if I'm going to help."
"I'm not a kid!" Trouble growled, he was shocked and angered, but he knew the man was right, "I'm not even human."
"I knew that," the man said calmly, "I could sense that, by the way, names Anton."
Anton felt the flames, but he was not consumed by them as he used it to empower his healing energies before he forced them into the injured figure he held in his arms, a kid had no business being shot at, but where on earth did kids get that kind of hardware.
He didn't have much time left to think as he stepped from the blaze caused by the incendiary rocket, his blade still glowing like the moon as he walked towards the man with the rocket launcher as he horridly struggled to reload it, but the blade severed the mans head from his body before he got very far.
His body felt warm as he felt the world around him, the powers of the phoenix flooding him, the blades gift, the bane of evil, one of the seven beast blades of legend. It had chosen him on that fateful day all so long ago when he was referred to as Blaze. It had been less than two months since he had lost nearly everything, he went there when his parents were in the hospital, dying, he was trying to save the world when he should have been there, been there when his parents died.
The rest of his family was still not speaking to him because of that. It was the reason he left his job, and that mission, the one he went on, had cost him his entire team, including the control in under six hours, then he ound the blade and destroyed the bastard who had killed his friends.
* * * * *
Trouble was amazed when he saw the human grab his brother, and then his heart sank again as the explosion surrounded him. But then a miracle happened, the man was unharmed and his brother was healed.
Something was different about this man, the way he moved, and there was a power to him, a power like nothing a living fairy could remember. It was a force that reminded him of the few human legends the fairies truly knew, the legends of the first Atlantis, and the legends of Excalibur, a legend of blades, seven swords made to be united by the true lord of the world, a legend that signified the end of the separation between the races and a power that would unleash magic among the humans.
"Foaly," he yelled into his mike, "If we bring this mudman down, it'll cost us quite a bit, he survived a direct hit by an incendiary before he just.I'll get back to you, are you watching this!"
* * * * *
The centaur and Roots jaws couldn't drop farther when they saw the mudman approach the truck; he appeared to be very calmly lifting the truck into the air with one hand.
.and use it like a war club through about half of his foes before letting go of the vehicle mid swing to send it tumbling end over end to take out one of Holly's captors without even touching the tip of the elven hair on her head.
It was getting to be far to much for Root as his eyes got wide enough, Foaly was seriously contemplating what he would do if the commanders eyes popped out. The day just kept on getting stranger and stranger, though it wasn't all bad, just that it showed no sign of slowing down.
Root was seriously considering going back to that shrink the council forced him into seeing after the Fowl incidents. Mudmen seemed to always be messing with his head, whether or not he realized it at the time, so far chaos was the main thing involved.
* * * * *
Holly moaned again, still waking up, as she saw an armored figure hit the figure to her right and the one on her left was already gone, she fell to the ground, trying to figure out what the D'arvit was going on here.
She rolled to the left to avoid a retreating figure, though the armored one stopped over her, fending off a series of blows with what appeared to be a sword against a piece of pipe or some other metal.
The fight was going on and with the damage to the helmet, she was having trouble seeing what was going on through the spider webs in the visor.
* * * * *
Anton lunged forwards, dropping the nearest foe with a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus and his lade finished off another. He raised his hand, Uzi at the ready, he opened up at the nearest group of foes as he saw more bodies falling from the air.
* * * * *
Trouble was in a panic, most of the mudmen were shooting skywards on full auto at both retrieval teams like a hot knife through butter. It was chaos, complete and utter chaos.
"Who are these people?" he hissed into the mike as he felt a bullet graze him through his helmet.
"I don't know," Foaly said, the shock of him not knowing something and confusion was plain on his face.
"D'arvit!" Trouble groaned as he realized that he was the only one from retrieval one still airborne, and only one of five elves still flying.
* * * * *
It was getting to bloody for such a simple fight, but then again, normally when outsiders get involved, things get very bloody and messy. Normally not something worth getting involved in, but it looked like kids got caught up in a team that was coming to take him out.
Assassination attempts made Anton mad, very mad. He liked to let the assassin feel the pain of death, quick and deadly.
He had culled his foes to a dozen men who appeared to be retreating when he saw more bodies fall from the sky, it looked like one was left in the air took a hit in the knee.
Anger filled him for a moment as he charged, blade to his right in a thrust position. He felt the flames surround him as he felt the blood in his eyes.
He focused upon the powers of pyrokinesis, and the flames of anger became corporeal in his hands, lancing down and encompassing the katana.
* * * * *
"Does that guy have goblin blood in him or something," Holly managed to murmur as she came to her senses watching a pillar of flame rise from the humans foes and then he turned, and stepped forwards.
He walked towards her, energy cascading around him with red gold sparks that scattered around him like a whirlwind and then the armor was gone, leaving him as just a man standing there in black leather holding a sword.
* * * * *
Anton sighed in relief as it was over, he stepped towards the nearest of the ones that looked like kids. He sheathed his blade and walked over as the crack of a gunshot pierced the air and he dove forwards trying to shield the one before him.
His mind realized that he wasn't the target as the kid was hit in the stomach and collapsed backwards. He glanced around and saw no one, but he climbed to his feet and ran over, seeing pale blue sparks cascading across the figure as he picked her up in his arms and carried her towards his hummer.
Quickly stuffing her into the rear seat, he grabbed the one he had healed and put him in as well as the last airborne one landed on his rooftop.
* * * * *
Holly felt pain as she hit the ground. She knew something was wrong, her magic wasn't healing her, there was something terribly with her.
She coughed slowly, hands fumbling with the catches of her helmet, she let it fall off, at least that would let her breathe properly, though she was still hurting, she couldn't move enough to see where she had been hit, but she touched it with her fingers and looked, the gloved hand was slick with crimson.
* * * * *
Trouble was wondering what was going on as he landed on the vehicle, it was strange that the man was taking off that quick.
"What are you doing with them!" he exclaimed at the man.
"If you hadn't noticed," the man shot back, "This place is no longer secure, and, kid, I need better equipment if I'm going to help."
"I'm not a kid!" Trouble growled, he was shocked and angered, but he knew the man was right, "I'm not even human."
"I knew that," the man said calmly, "I could sense that, by the way, names Anton."