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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

He sighed and grabbed Revnoir, pushing him in the direction. "Go. Seriously."


Kirsa was wandering in the medical wing, sniffling as her face was wet with tears. ".. Does he hate me?" She whimpered.
 
Xillia saw Kirsa walk in and watched her for a moment. That was the girl Revnoir was with, was it not?


Revnoir gave Claus an uncertain look, but then found himself taking steps towards the medical wing.
 
"I was going to let you keep your blood... It seems you want me to take it..." Yaboku scowled. He turned around. The mask he wore could send shivers down some's spine. Please Yaboku don't... Yaboku smiled creepily under the mask. He flicked out Exile into gun form. His threads extended into white, sharp tentacles. He slowly walked towards the two, Exile at his side.
 
Xillia stepped away again, scowling. "Alright..." She turned to Kirsa, and took a few steps closer to her. "Hey... Are you alright?"


(Aura's off for the night, and I'm about to leave too. I've got school in the morning so yeaaaaaah may not be on for long tomorrow. Also have jazz band...)
 
As the masked weaver turned around, the eerie grin on Amelia's face finally made itself evident. In one obviously well-practiced and complicated movement, the assassin pocketed her gun and preformed a small display of gymnastic skill, using the momentum of a stunt she found a tad tricky, an one-handed cartwheel, to prepare her mace and take a powerful downward swing right at Yato/Yaboku's head.
 
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She lifted her head and looked at Xillia, showing a sweet smile as she wiped her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine.." She whispered.
 
"Bad Idea missy... You are much too open..." One of Yaboku's many thread tentacle launched itself towards Amelia's side. It turned into a clamp and grasped her gut area. It slammed her against a nearby wall. "Are Reaper's considered Shadow weavers? I wonder... Maybe if I inject some light threads inside you, I'll find out..."
 
(Remember, they're evenly matched.


Until...)



Quickly, Amelia recovered, much of the force going to a mat of threads that had suddenly materialized behind her. Out of the corner of her narrowed vision, she noted her sister, still on the floor, but focusing to bear the majority of the blow.



Wait, the masked guy didn't know that Leah was the only one of the two that was actually a sin? Which one did he think she was, Lust?
Ew!! She shot him a disgusted glare before preparing for another swing, until something occurred to her.


He made an
excellent point. In fact, she would like to find out. Quickly calling out to the actual sin with words almost tumbling over each other, 'Would you like to do the honors?' As the last word was leaving her mouth, Amelia quickly traded her mace for the blade hidden in her shoe, and also removed her gun again. She didn't want to compromise the position of her opponent now knowing the type of threads she used just to prove them wrong, so she advanced quickly with a jab toward Yato's gut. Not one intended to strike him, just drive him back.


While her sister had been occupied in battle, Leah had taken the liberty of using her threads to (clumsily) remove the bullet from her body, and as soon as the ice weaver had survived the strike against the wall, the Sin had taken action and had crept carefully behind the light weaver, dodging threads. As soon as her sister had lashed out, Leah took hold of Yato's throat in hands accented with thread-tipped claws. He wouldn't have been able to move forward without impaling himself, so she could easily take him from behind.
 
Yaboku let go of Amelia immediate at the harsh grasp of Leah. He grabbed Leah's wrist and forcefully grasped them. Squeezing them with his fullest. He used his threads to block Leah's claws from getting into his flesh. He threw Leah off of himself and panted for air. "Yeesh..."





"wнaт ιѕ нappenιng нere?" Мιlla нad вeen wanderιng тнe caѕтle ѕoon coмιng υp тo тнe ғιgнт. Ѕнe graѕped нer ĸaтana, Raιĸιrι. Ѕнe тooĸ тнe dιѕadvanтaged ѕιde. Yaвoĸυ'ѕ. Ѕнe ғaced Aмelιa. "Leтѕ мaĸe тнιѕ even"
 
(Now that's gotta be some kind of sexual enuendo) Asilia started screaming again, the battle was getting intence, but she couldn't run. Her fear glued her in place, right beside the battle.
 
[QUOTE="Aurath Moonblood](Now that's gotta be some kind of sexual enuendo)

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(I'm not very sure that I want to know what you mean. In fact, I am very sure that I do not want to know what you mean...)


Amelia had turned toward the newcomer, gun and knife drawn and at the ready. When the tiny girl had spoken up, she tilted her head to hear much like a curious wolf. One does strange-looking things when one lackes half of one's depth perception.



'Sorry, kid, battles aren't suddenly dropped just because you want them to be, nothing ever is. A reaper doesn't hesitate to gouge out your eye just because you're crying. Speaking of which-- Leah?'


The girl called to her sister before lunging forward with her blade at the newcomer and quickly falling back out of the katana's range in a distraction before firing a bullet or two at the woman.


'Yes?' Came the reply from the Sin, who formed a black stake in her hands and made an attempt to stab the back of the winded light weaver.
 
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"I said STOP!" Asilia yelled the last word and it echoed like the voice of a drill sergeant. Her threads whipped out and restrained everyone in the hall, pinning them in what looked like black spider cocoons so they couldn't move any part of their bodies, forcing them to stop. Her threads were as strong as her father's, so none of the normal weavers could cut her threads. "I am Asilia Tsukiborodo and I will NOT be ignored like some dumb child! Now all of you stop befor I go get my daddy to kill all of you!"
 
"Ι'м Ѕorry, Lιттle one..." Мιlla connecтed one oғ тнe darĸ тнreadѕ oѕ Aѕιlιa. Ѕнe ѕenт Elecтrιcιтy тнroυgнoυт Weв oғ тнreadѕ. вυт only enoυgн тo мaĸe Aѕιlιa тaĸe a nap.


 
'Argh, what a little freaking genius you are!' Amelia hissed at Milla, spitting metaphorical fire. Dammit, everyone seemed to want to keep her from catching that stupid chopper....


With her gun still in her hands, Amelia fired a bullet (though one that she couldn't really aim) into the tangle of threads trapping her, hoping the tiny pint-sized idiot would be able to let go.



Leah, on the other hand, was cursing quietly through clenched teeth. Being crushed by threads after having received a bullet wound was not fun, it felt like being punched in the gut, but the residual pain lingered indefinitely. She was loosing blood as well, though that didn't compare to the fact that she was trapped in such a way that made it almost impossible to draw or release breath. Fffffffffffffffff


Not like she could die by suffocation anymore, but it was still unbelievable uncomfortable.
 
Asilia's threads started to go awall and stab into the cocoons and into the people captures inside, not aiming, just stabbing everywhere on them.
 
Yaboku couldn't think. His mind was everywhere. He was slowly blacking out. The stabbing was going to kill him. He was a light weaver almost punctured by shadow threads. He was suddenly hit hard by a thread. His mask fell off. His face was streaming with tears. His head fell forward, unconscious and near death.
 
It was at this moment that Thraon showed up and looked a few spots on her shoulders and disabled her threads, scoped her up into his arms, and watched as the people fell to the ground. "Let this be a lesson. The Tsukiborodo family is tired of being nice while you kill each other. While you live and stay in this castle. You will respect out laws and customs.... That means no more trying to kill each other. Am I understood?!"
 
One of the devilish girl's threads struck right through the Sin's heart, just barely missing her core. Her jaw opened in a silent, breathless scream, and her own threads fought against the girl's. It was impossible to tell which threads belonged to who as some tried to force Leah from the trap with only mild success that was quickly undone. Blood was beginning to pool in her mouth as well. Man, she really didn't plan on enjoying her new life as a kebab... As soon as she was released and thrown onto the ground, she began vomiting back up the blood that she had accidentally swallowed. At the words of whomever else had shown up, she waved a hand with weak nonchalance and replied with a pained voice of someone who just had their heard stop beating, 'A-and... why I'll be g-glad to... Get the he-hell out of here and aw-away from "Satan Ts-Tsukiborodo's" kid...' She struggled to force out each word, and gave several bloody coughs between almost every one.


As one thread stuck Amelia through the arm, she realized that this tiny little child, issues she had. She collapsed onto the ground as soon as she was freed, a few shallow wounds all about her, but the worst one keeping her almost from moving her left hand from the pain. Out! Chopper, they still had a chopper waiting! Quickly she glanced over to her sister, who seemed to be almost bathing in a small puddle of her own blood.
 
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Yaboku hit the ground hard. He coughed out a somewhat large amount of blood and was near unconsciousness. He was facing where Leah was. His sight was blurred with tears. He slowly reached out to her. But failed to connect. "Help me... Leah..." Yato said through Yaboku's control. Before their body fell into mental darkness yet again.
 
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Eve nodded. "Maybe me and your sister could tie you up and just tease you." She said, looking at Lufferia.
Lufferia grinned "that can be arranged" she said as she looks at her brother fantasizing something in her mind.


"now that's going too far" Vayne said and looked at Lufferia grinning he assumed that she was also fantasizing "Luff we are siblings".
 

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