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Chapter 2
By now, many Priests and Monks gathered. While the Priests tried to help The Pope, Monks got ready to Asura anyone who moves. Tobie catches his shield as it flew back like a boomerang and smirked. I could feel my own blood boil looking at the satisfaction in his face while innocent people were desperately helping a great man. Boil…literally. It was as if my blood was being boiled in a witch's cauldron. My breath became heavy and I was sweating more liquid then I thought I had in me. My heart was overworking itself and I could feel my body growing, bringing awful pain. The Crusaders that held me became scared and let go, letting me fall limp on the ground.
"What are you doing!" Tobie turned around at the two Crusaders. "Keep your hands on him, cowards!" He watched me writhe in pain and thought it was just an illness I got while in prison. "He is just a little wimp. Pick him up."
"Sir…" One of the Crusaders said, staring down at me. "He is growing, his muscles, he's going berserk again!"
"Fool! Get him-" Tobie swung his sword to be places at the Crusader's throat.
Faintly, I could see everything around me, yet it was all red…and my body was out of control. I caught Tobie's sword and broke it in half with one hand. My hand bled, but I felt nothing. The majority of The Legion fled, leaving Tobie and five other Crusaders to defend themselves. The Priests and Monks were ready to strike me down too, and I was afraid I might hurt them. For a moment, I stopped and snarled at Tobie like a wild animal. He laughed.
"Like an animal…" Tobie sneered waving his sword like an expert. "Rude, formless…like one of The Chivalry." He then swings his sword at me. As soon as his cold blade hit across my chest, engraving a deep cut, I could feel the dark energy emitted from that sword. I had remembered the feel of this sword Mysteltainn, in training. I didn't have enough time to wonder why Tobie has this evil sword. My body lunged itself at Tobie and managed to push him onto the ground, smash his head on a rock, knocking him out. The Priests and Monks were chanting spells now. I could hear them, and apparently, whatever was controlling my body was afraid of this chanting. My body then gets up and runs away. Knights were called out to stop me, but without a Crusader's defense, they were easily defeated. Hunters ran out onto the walls of Prontera and shot numerous arrows at me…and what seemed like thousands struck. Yet, I kept running. Slowly, I could feel the pain of the wounds and arrows stuck to my body. I was regaining control over myself again. Along with the excruciating pain, my eyes began to give out again. Going berserk had opened all my previous wounds including the one across my face. Before I reached the Prontera gate, I heard a sudden cast of Ice Wall behind me. I turned around to see a huge wall of ice and the people behind it shouting to get past.
"Come on! Let's go!" I heard someone say behind me. I turned around and saw a Wizard with a big smile on his face. "I'll introduce myself later, just come now." He held the reins of a grand Peco who carried my suit of armor. I didn't question this at the time and got onto the Peco, helped the Wizard up and rode away from Prontera City.