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Latune had probably never appreciated the sheer amount of training her Master put her through as much as this moment.
Life or death. Each of Mercury's attacks were aimed to maim or kill, each kick with lethal accuracy, each gunshot dangerously close.
Her Lightsaber whirled, carving a purple arc through the air as the grey-haired teen threw himself backwards to evade it.
The speed with which the youth had switched tactics in response to the weapon astounded the petite girl. After just a single clash he had started to completely avoid her strikes, only trying to deflect them in a case of utter emergency.
The Lightsaber's cutting power was supreme, and the only saving grace of the weapons wielded by the Hunters were their Aura infused natures.
The drawback to this grace was that blocking a Lightsaber therefore took copious amounts of Aura for each moment of contact.
Mercury kept skilfully manoeuvring so he could attack without fear of being blocked, and Latune, with her inferior combat experience was unable to prevent this.
But, as the poor fool quickly found out, she had other tricks up her sleeve.
While her fine control in combat was poor, she still possessed Telekinesis, a fact that soon came into play as the youth found himself beset by random debris.
This soon turned into an advantage for the young Force-user, as her opponent was forced more and more on the defensive in response to this development. If he tried to attack, he left was beset by flying objects.
Finally Latune found the chance she had been looking for, a moment of imbalance in her opponent's stance as he landed.
It was at this moment that she sent forth a wave of pure kinetic energy that hit her opponent like a strong shove.
It disrupted his balance, and sent him flying.
She lunged immediately, but the teen was surprisingly fast at getting back up, even from falling on his back.
He spun around, kicking away her Lightsaber and forcing her to back off.
At first it seemed pointless, but then she noticed the damage to his boot.
He wouldn't be able to keep this dance up for much longer.
So he chose to retreat, using a few bullets to distract her as he turned and ran.
The thing is… projectiles are really bad at distracting trained Force-users.
She had figured he would run though, and a wicked smile made its way onto her features.
He might be the faster runner… But without the distraction of combat, she could unleash her full ability with the Force, meagre as it was compared to her Master.
What she launched now didn't compare to her previous projectiles.
Instead of small debris from the environment, like rocks and branches, she now launched a number of metal rods she had been carrying.
And since Mercury's plan hinged on her being distracted for even a few seconds… he wasn't aware of his back for those few seconds.
He managed to dodge the one coming for his head… but not the ones meant for his legs.
A pair of sharp metal rods pierced his calves, tearing through his depleted Aura reserves, and crippling him.
This was the tactic Latune had come up with, using her talent for predicting the flow of combat to know where to aim the metal rods, with the possibility of adjustments in case of emergency.
"So this… was your goal… all along?" The teen hissed through pained breaths.
Even if he pulled them out and continued running, the damage was too great, and his speed would drop. Even if he tried to fight back, his ability to use his legs effectively had been destroyed…
"Yes." She smiled darkly as she approached. "But just in case…"
She sent her Lightning into the rods. Even if it was just down the legs, the pain caused was immense.
The youth screamed and collapsed.
"Oh my, done already?" She said as Mercury tried to glare at her, a difficult prospect when kneeling on the ground and barely able to lift your head. "How frail."
She stopped in front of him, and despite her diminutive stature she still managed to look down on him.
"Now what to do…? Master's orders were to hit the White Fang strongpoints… but there's barely any left and- Oh, there went the last one. Hmm…" She tilted her head in thought. "I have no instructions on what to do with you… and Master has never once breathed a good word about you… Oh well. It's easier to make excuses than to ask for permission."
She shrugged, and her smile grew even more wicked…
-Break—
As the pained voice rang out in the clearing, the two combatants separated, even further than usual.
Adam knew that voice…
Blake.
He looked towards her position and found that Wayle had positioned himself nearby.
"Blake, to think that you would show yourself here, before me. What, do you want to come back suddenly?" He directed a mocking question towards her.
"No, I'm here to beg you to stop this. You'll just get yourself… no, everyone killed!" The cat Faunus pleaded desperately.
His features twisted in anger.
"Stop? Get everyone killed? Have you forgotten the grievous wrongs inflicted upon us by the Humans! Have you forgotten our pain!?" He shouted, almost frothing at the mouth.
The raven-haired girl flinched at the display.
"It's not the right way. This bloodshed only causes more hatred, more death! How are-"She preached.
But…
"Hatred and death. That's all these Humans deserve. That's the way I want it!" He didn't care about her words.
She had become just like the previous leader, soft, and weak.
"What…?" Her voice was no more than a whimper, and only the sudden silence around them allowed it to be heard.
"You would let the Humans keep oppressing our people?!" He shouted, a feeling of manic glee taking hold of him.
"No! But-"Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but the moment she said 'But'…
"You're too far gone… But maybe I can fix that… Yes, I'll kill Wayle Tyran, and then I'll make sure to 'correct' you!" He snapped, screaming with malicious glee.
He would make her listen to him…
Suddenly a cold feeling enveloped the glade.
He had said it was silent before but…
It was as if all life had fled the area.
"You…" A cold voice, but a whisper in volume, yet it carried strongly.
Adam looked towards Wayle Tyran…
What met him weren't orbs of dark-blue, but unnatural pools of molten gold, shining with a dark-lustre.
"I had hoped you clung on to your ways out of warrior pride, as such as I had thought you possessed… And yet… and yet it seems you have none!" The normally pleasant tones of the teen's voice had been replaced by a dark, haunting sound, reverberating unnaturally. "But… most importantly… YOU DARE THREATEN MY BELOVED!"
The right hand was raised, and pointed towards him…
And his honed survival instincts blared at him to move, telling him that his current position was dangerous.
He threw himself to the right, and barely avoided an intense blast of pure kinetic energy that had he not moved would have originated in his right arm.
As it stood he was still violently thrown to the side, his flight continuing unhindered until he hit a tree.
Dazed from impact, he still managed to start moving, the tree he had hit being blown apart by that vicious explosion.
He can't block that! He can't even see it!
Suddenly he stopped, throwing himself to the side, and barely evading the blast set in front of him.
It didn't seem like Wayle could cause multiple at the same time… And he hadn't moved except to keep him in his sights…
Seeing a potential opening Adam charged, occasionally throwing himself to the side to avoid blasts put in his path.
One last step…
He started drawing Wilt. A small wave of force hit him, but he stood strong.
That's when he saw the crackling energy.
He only barely had time to put Wilt in its path, and even with the blade receiving the energy he was still pushed back violently, with enough force to cause him to lose his footing.
Still, he smiled ferociously, even as he smashed into a tree hard enough to cause splinters to fall off.
After all, this attack he could absorb, and use its energy against Wayle Tyran.
That fool had panicked and sealed his fate…
All that remained was to wait for the stream of electricity to stop.
…
Any moment now…
What?
Even considering the time compression experienced during moments of high-stress… The stream had been going on for at least half a minute…
A minute…
Two…
There was just no way someone could keep a Semblance up for so long!
That was, assuming it even was a Semblance…
But even so…
Even so it needed some type of source…
And nothing was infinite…
He could feel it…
Some of the energy was starting to creep through…
He couldn't absorb it all!
He spared a glance towards his adversary, and found that there was a slight hint of strain…
But there were no indication that the stream of energy was subsiding…
Instead, the sword in the left hand was struck into the earth, and from that hand yet another stream of electricity was unleashed.
Adam had been approaching the limit before, and now the energy was starting to get through, into him.
Gritting his teeth against the pain he made a decision.
It was now or never, all or nothing.
He steeled himself and discarded his absorption, re-sheathing Wilt, which was positively crackling with power.
The pain that hit him was unimaginable. He had at first thought it wold be like simple electrocution, but now it seemed to him like there was a malicious power aside from the electricity that was causing him even more pain.
With a primal roar he shouldered through the pain and the force pressing him against the tree.
With a mighty effort he swung Wilt…
And all was covered in a strong light.
The last sound Adam Taurus heard was that of something shattering, and a feeling being pierced…
-Break—
It was an impressive and fierce explosion… one that forced Wayle to shield both himself and her.
She felt something hit her, and knew that Wayle's Shield had broken…
Her Aura protected her, but what about Wayle? He-
As vision returned she could see him once again, and the very first thought that struck her was that he was unharmed somehow…
His expression was still dark, but the most-part of his fury seemed to have subsided, which most likely meant that Adam was dead…
She looked over to the centre…
There he lay, his mask cracked, yet still surprisingly intact, his suit torn to shreds, much of his right side had been turned to an unrecognisable mess…
She averted her eyes.
She couldn't bear to see what remained.
It was not pretty.
But most damning of all, and the most likely reason the blast had been so undirected, lay in the fragments of Wilt.
Yes, in Adam's hand rested only the hilt, and a small bit of the blade.
Unable to withstand the forces subjected to it… The blade had shattered… Considering the fragments she could see…
At least a substantial amount must have hit Adam directly, and she could actually see a piece of it stuck in his chest… Right through the heart, if her estimation was correct.
She felt a strong embrace, and she knew without a doubt that it was Wayle…
Conflicting emotions emerged in her heart. On one hand she was scared of the emotion Wayle had shown, a fury even Yang couldn't emulate on her worst days…
On the other… it had been for her, even if only in part, and that brought a certain sense of…
She couldn't tell for certain, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.
Was that then… the darkness of Wayle Tyran?
Author's notes: Hmm... I'm uncertain what to think... it seems that I can't tell at all whatever the chapter is good or not... Then again, the people still with me are basically my ideal readers... Wonderful.
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