On the Home Front

"Are you sure Saul?" said Lord Death, "while I appreciate having someone with your expertise and experience on the battle field, I'm afraid this is pushing it. The doctor said it herself, you should have another two weeks till you are fully recovered."

"Heck, are you kidding me?" laughed Saul as he pounded on the table once more. "What am I supposed to do? Sleep with this kind of racket going on around me? Not happening! I'll just go out there and make a ruckus, wipe the floor with those bastards and then I'll return back to my bed. Until then...I got my own version of pain-killers." Saul lifted a bottle of alcohol into the air and took a quick drink. "So, am I in?
Lord Death was concerned, but he nodded his head anyways. He wasn't happy about having an injured man on the field, a drunk, injured man no less, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And these were definitely desperate times. Luckily, the school remained untouched and the Evil Human forces had been forced back whenever they drove near. But if they did get close Lord Death would deal with them. Especially since Lord Death had been confined to the school grounds. If someone really needed him or something of the sort then he needed to be at place where they can find him, namely his office.

So, Lord Death had been confined to one room while the rest of the school was at war with Evil Humans. News still came up to Lord Death and he had been keeping track of everything that had happened. Despite the fact that they were at war, with no idea how long it would last, BUT they were lucky. So, far they had 0 causalities and a surprisingly small number of injuries. However, that didn't mean all too much. Lord Death's head kept going back to the the message he got from Elena Foxx.

One of his students was kidnapped and taken. No doubt it was to be for a hostage exchange...it gave Vigrid a whole lot of leverage. If it came down to it, that one piece of leverage Vigrid got could easily turn the war back around and into his favor. It pained Lord Death to send Enma and Emilio out to stop him and rescue her along with her foolish friends, but it had to be done. Best case scenario would be if it all happened before Vigrid found out, but that scenario only had about one in one million chance. Lord Death would have to be ready to fight...with or without his Death Scythe.

He had asked all of them to withdraw momentarily, believing that it would temporarily boost their strength and help them achieve victory hopefully after that they would be able to talk Vigrid into calling off his crazy war. However, only two of them said they would make it. One of them was Enma and the second one still hadn't shown up. Lord Death understood that she had a certain animosity towards them, but he never thought that she would purposely try to sabotage them! Maybe the rumors about Myrrh Furlough were true...

Lord Death shook his head as he tried to remain focused on the war, something else was up. He had an increasingly bad feeling. He tried to shake it off and remain focused on the war, but something else kept bubbling up that made feel uneasy. A shaky feeling...first there was the kidnapping of one of his students, then the unexplained tardiness of a Death Scythe...it seemed like something terrible was on the verge of happening.

(-in the city-)

"My bones and muscles are aching for a fight!" shouted Saul as he landed on the hard concrete streets and charged through. Rochelle's trusty boomerang form was in his hand. He swung her forward and sent her flying at one of the Evil Humans. It barely had time to turn its head towards it before the large boomerang whacked it down and to the ground. Saul capitalized on the opportunity by jumping on top of it and firing a powerful punch into its face. Saul quickly jumped back up and grabbed a hold of Rochelle.

Even though Saul's body was still stiff from his near coma-like slumber, this was still a fairly easy exercise for him. Rochelle was not only a Death Scythe, but a long-ranged weapon while normally that fact and the fact that Saul was a close-ranged fighter would annoy him, but this time he was grateful for it. The Evil Humans barely knew what was coming before the boomerang hit and even if they did they would still be cut down fairly easily.

Dodging the first blow of the boomerang isn't anything to be proud of, but the second blow was where the danger was. The boomerang was attacking from the back while Saul would be attacking from the front. A two-pronged attack that overwhelmed most Evil Humans...whatever side they ignored would defeat them. Rochelle's ability to control her flight whilst a boomerang only aided in that fact. The special boomerang was faster then most humans, especially with Saul's powerful arms throwing it. With those two combined she could easily achieve speeds of up to 90 miles per hour. Enough to behead almost anyone who disagreed with Lord Death.

Another Evil Human entered Saul's sight. He tossed Rochelle at it. Rochelle's lean and sleek boomerang body came whirring at it. The thin edge came slicing straight through the Evil Human's arms. Saul was next, he was in front of the Evil Humans in seconds. He thrust his two arms forward firing one powerful burst of Soul Wavelength into the Evil Human. The Evil Human collapsed and exploded, leaving in its place a small red Kishin Egg.

Saul backed up and took a half step back. He twisted his head to the skies for a moment. He had a slightly higher then average Soul Perception, not great, but far from being bad. His view was clouded with all the Souls of the Evil Humans who had been slain and all of the students who were running about in a panic, but he could still sense something else. Something big. "Rochelle, these muscles of mine are really aching for a good fight." He dashed off, charging through the streets and at his opponent.

(-In the apartment complex-)

"Where now, Clare?" asked Quill as he swiveled his head left-to-right trying to discern the locations of the Evil Humans despite being blind. Clare responded with a quick 'left'. Quill nodded, spinning around and slicing the pink blade through the Evil Human's chest. He pulled it out and listened for Clare's next command.

"Quill, left again approximately four feet away!" shouted Clare. Quill nodded, he let loose the iron ball that was attached to his claymore-esque sword. The ball smashed into one of the Evil Human's head and knocked it backwards. "Its dazed, but still standing!" Quill nodded and drove forward he brought his sword up and to his chest, he made a quick thrust with the weapon driving it into the Evil Human's abdomen. With a quick twist, he ripped the sword from the Evil Human's chest and turned back around, preparing to move onto his next target.

"Anyone left?" asked Quill as he twisted his entire body around several times. If Clare said to attack, he would strike out without any hesitation. His ears twitched as he heard a faint footstep behind him, he pivoted around and prepared to bring Clare down, but Clare's voice cut through the air.

"Its a student!" she shouted. He voice filled with dread and seriousness, forcing Quill to slow his swing down and bring the blade back to his side. Quill was breathing heavily for a second as he tried to calm himself back down, he had lost himself momentarily in the heat of the battle and he almost paid deeply for it. If he could've seen the poor student he was sure he would've stopped sooner, but the most he could hope for now was that he stopped in time.

"Its okay Quill, she's okay," replied Clare lifting the heavy burden from Quill's shoulder. Quill nodded. He felt as if he should stop and apologize to the poor student, but they were at war. A moment of rest or stopping would probably lead to his own demise. Especially now...he could feel it...a growing sense of dread that was in the air.

Without his sight he had an extremely heightened Soul Perception, but he didn't see it. It was more like the air became charged in the direction of Evil Humans. A constant shock from the air when an Evil Human was near and now his entire body was being electrocuted. His entire attention was focused in one direction. His grip on Clare tightened, turning his knuckles white. "Clare, its going to get difficult from here on out...you ready?"

"Bring it," said Clare with what sounded like feigned confidence. A slight quiver in her voice was evident, but with the shaky and electrocuted air around them anything less would mean that the person was stupid and reckless. They should have a moment of dread, a moment in which they weigh their options and their chances, but it was the mark of true warrior that they decided to head in anyways. Quill nodded, mostly to reassure her rather then to show his agreement. He leapt up to the top of the building, preparing for the inevitable clash with the titan.

(-With Michael and the rest-)

Michael had collapsed onto the floor. They had run into a surprisingly little amount of Evil Humans since getting to the prison and they had just been sitting there. They weren't quite sure of why they had been sitting there rather then making a move, the shock of Vigrid passing by still hadn't quite worn off, but they still knew that time was of the essence. That they should rush forward and free May and get out quickly.

Their thoughts shifted quickly between May and Vigrid. Every so often they would think about Melody and the rest of their group that had gone missing for the time being. They simply remained sitting on the ground, waiting for something close to a sign that shakes them out of their funk and gets them moving again, but they seemed to be missing that moment. They remained on the ground waiting for the necessary shock of the moment. They were stuck here still in awe of Vigrid, they needed the necessary motivation to make them move forward.

"MICHAEL! ASH!" shouted Melody as she rushed forward up to them from around the corner. Helena and Bridget followed behind her.

...I could've sworn my computer said this chapter was 2000 words long...I think it shrinks whenever I post it.