Ch10:too much
AN: At long last!!!!!!!!!!!
Galcian froze. Then he grinned his famous sickening smile.
"Yes. I am surprised you remember him."
Tiria pulled out her spear and snarled. "You....i remember your ugly face more than him."
"Because -"
Tiria shook her head furiously. "No excuses."
Vyse looked at her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Enrique edging toward Marlinda, who looked terrible. Making sure Enrique saw him, he nodded and drew out his cutlasses.
Galcian laughed, a sound that made Tiria even angrier. She lifted her spear to his neck, her eyes flashing.
"Killing my father is not something to laugh at."
Now Galcian lowed his sword from above Moegi's head. Marlinda shrieked as she saw her mother faint.
"Ah!"
They all whipped around to see Aika in the hold of several guards. Vyse jumped forward, but Galcian held out his hand. Since Tiria was distracted, he reached out and grabbed her in a headlock, hovering his sword just inches from her neck.
"Move toward the girl, and she gets it."
Vyse laughed confidently. "I know you can think of a better threat than that."
"How about this, then?" Galcian moved the hilt and a thin trail of blood trickled down from Tiria's neck. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
"Hiya!" In an instant, Aika landed next to Vyse. She pulled out her boomerang. "C'mon! Don't just stand there! Let's fight!"
"NO!"
Everyone stepped back. Tiria had yelled that, someone everyone least expected the shout to come from. Tears stained her cheeks.
"No one attack him."
Vyse stared confusingly at her. "What? Why?"
Tiria held her breath. Galcian's sword was still pressed up against her neck. This had to be done perfectly....
She raised her foot and slammed it on Galcian's. By instinct, Galcian let her go. She lifted her arms and wrestled the sword away from him, threw it away, grabbed his shoulders and leaped behind him. Galcian tumbled to he floor. As Tiria landed, a hand reached out and grabbed her ankle. a scream escaped her lips as she fell down. She pulled herself across the floor to reach Galcian's sword before him, but Enrique blocked her path.
"What the hell are you doing?" Galcian reached up and smacked her head, ricocheting off the floor. Her lip bled.
Enrique shook his head. "Do you not realize what weapon this is?"
"Why should i care? It's a dangerous sword that killed my father, that's all I know and care about!"
Just then, Galcian reached down into his cloak and pulled out...a knife. Tiria kicked her other leg free and shifted. "Enrique, give me the sword!"
"I'm sorry, but I just cannot."
"Just give me-ARGH!" Galcian plunged the knife into her leg. He laughed and twisted the knife.
"Feel the pain exactly the way your father did!"
Enrique stumbled back as the two rolled across the floor. He tossed it to Vyse. "Make sure neither of them get ahold of it!"
Vyse nodded and caught a glance of Marlinda and Moegi. He froze and forgot about everything else.
Moegi had managed to get up on the table and cradle Marlinda in her arms. Marlinda wasn't blinking; she looked as if she wasn't even breathing. Only a steady stream of wetness trickled down her cheeks as she looked around the room.
Aika followed Vyse's gaze and instantly felt a small twinge of guilt and jealousy. One, she could never remember her parents cradling her in any way like that, and two, a four year old should not be put in this kind of situation.
It was wrong.
Galcian pulled Tiria near him to strike her chest, and all she could see was that looming face.....from the past and the present. She screamed.
He brought the blade down with momentum and she could see the very tip, the very sharpness of the metal.
a gunshot sounded, and the metal disappeared. Tiria leaned her head and saw Gilder, holding a gun, the barrel still smoking. He grinned.
"Just in time, eh?"
She nodded weakly and saw Galcian roll away. Then she saw his goal....
"VYSE!"
Vyse tightened his grip on the sword and swung it over to Gilder, who caught it easily. Galcian snarled. He raised his hand while he stood up and-
BAM! Gilder flew into the wall, and the sword came to its master. Seeing Gilder, Tiria's jaw clenched. He could hurt Willy, he could hurt Vyse, he could hurt Fina, but if he hurt Gilder.....
Tiria yelled and lunged for Galcian. Unfortunately, the limp he had cast upon her slowed her down, and he easily dodged. She stumbled and coughed up blood. Galcian raised the sword above his head again, concentrating all his energy into the mighty weapon.
"Begone!" He grasped it firmly and brought it down.
"In dire need!" "We call forth!" "The power!" "Of the ancients!" "To battle our foe!"
The charge swept Galcian's sword out of his hands, forcing him to fall over. Vyse stood over him.
"It's over, Galcian."
AN: At long last!!!!!!!!!!!
Galcian froze. Then he grinned his famous sickening smile.
"Yes. I am surprised you remember him."
Tiria pulled out her spear and snarled. "You....i remember your ugly face more than him."
"Because -"
Tiria shook her head furiously. "No excuses."
Vyse looked at her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Enrique edging toward Marlinda, who looked terrible. Making sure Enrique saw him, he nodded and drew out his cutlasses.
Galcian laughed, a sound that made Tiria even angrier. She lifted her spear to his neck, her eyes flashing.
"Killing my father is not something to laugh at."
Now Galcian lowed his sword from above Moegi's head. Marlinda shrieked as she saw her mother faint.
"Ah!"
They all whipped around to see Aika in the hold of several guards. Vyse jumped forward, but Galcian held out his hand. Since Tiria was distracted, he reached out and grabbed her in a headlock, hovering his sword just inches from her neck.
"Move toward the girl, and she gets it."
Vyse laughed confidently. "I know you can think of a better threat than that."
"How about this, then?" Galcian moved the hilt and a thin trail of blood trickled down from Tiria's neck. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
"Hiya!" In an instant, Aika landed next to Vyse. She pulled out her boomerang. "C'mon! Don't just stand there! Let's fight!"
"NO!"
Everyone stepped back. Tiria had yelled that, someone everyone least expected the shout to come from. Tears stained her cheeks.
"No one attack him."
Vyse stared confusingly at her. "What? Why?"
Tiria held her breath. Galcian's sword was still pressed up against her neck. This had to be done perfectly....
She raised her foot and slammed it on Galcian's. By instinct, Galcian let her go. She lifted her arms and wrestled the sword away from him, threw it away, grabbed his shoulders and leaped behind him. Galcian tumbled to he floor. As Tiria landed, a hand reached out and grabbed her ankle. a scream escaped her lips as she fell down. She pulled herself across the floor to reach Galcian's sword before him, but Enrique blocked her path.
"What the hell are you doing?" Galcian reached up and smacked her head, ricocheting off the floor. Her lip bled.
Enrique shook his head. "Do you not realize what weapon this is?"
"Why should i care? It's a dangerous sword that killed my father, that's all I know and care about!"
Just then, Galcian reached down into his cloak and pulled out...a knife. Tiria kicked her other leg free and shifted. "Enrique, give me the sword!"
"I'm sorry, but I just cannot."
"Just give me-ARGH!" Galcian plunged the knife into her leg. He laughed and twisted the knife.
"Feel the pain exactly the way your father did!"
Enrique stumbled back as the two rolled across the floor. He tossed it to Vyse. "Make sure neither of them get ahold of it!"
Vyse nodded and caught a glance of Marlinda and Moegi. He froze and forgot about everything else.
Moegi had managed to get up on the table and cradle Marlinda in her arms. Marlinda wasn't blinking; she looked as if she wasn't even breathing. Only a steady stream of wetness trickled down her cheeks as she looked around the room.
Aika followed Vyse's gaze and instantly felt a small twinge of guilt and jealousy. One, she could never remember her parents cradling her in any way like that, and two, a four year old should not be put in this kind of situation.
It was wrong.
Galcian pulled Tiria near him to strike her chest, and all she could see was that looming face.....from the past and the present. She screamed.
He brought the blade down with momentum and she could see the very tip, the very sharpness of the metal.
a gunshot sounded, and the metal disappeared. Tiria leaned her head and saw Gilder, holding a gun, the barrel still smoking. He grinned.
"Just in time, eh?"
She nodded weakly and saw Galcian roll away. Then she saw his goal....
"VYSE!"
Vyse tightened his grip on the sword and swung it over to Gilder, who caught it easily. Galcian snarled. He raised his hand while he stood up and-
BAM! Gilder flew into the wall, and the sword came to its master. Seeing Gilder, Tiria's jaw clenched. He could hurt Willy, he could hurt Vyse, he could hurt Fina, but if he hurt Gilder.....
Tiria yelled and lunged for Galcian. Unfortunately, the limp he had cast upon her slowed her down, and he easily dodged. She stumbled and coughed up blood. Galcian raised the sword above his head again, concentrating all his energy into the mighty weapon.
"Begone!" He grasped it firmly and brought it down.
"In dire need!" "We call forth!" "The power!" "Of the ancients!" "To battle our foe!"
The charge swept Galcian's sword out of his hands, forcing him to fall over. Vyse stood over him.
"It's over, Galcian."