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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Galenoir stumbled backwards, spitting out a small amount of blood. He had bit his tongue. "You little shit, I'm giving you an opportunity...! You want prey, you've got it!" Gale outstretched his hand towards Revnoir. "Try him! It's a win-win situation. For me, of course... But either way, you get some entertainment out of it. I see if Revnoir's strong enough, and you die. Come on, fuck him up! Just try!"


Revnoir looked unsure just by the way he was shaking and clawing at the tight cloth around his eyes. It had been sewn into his face, so it wouldn't be going anywhere. The blood kept dripping down his face, hinting that his eyes wouldn't be used for a while.
 
"I've no reason to kill him you ignorat fool!" Aura shouted and in an instant he had caught gale with another punch to the nose. A loud crack was heard and Aura jumped back to avoid any kind of retaliation gale may have.
 
Gale stumbled back yet again, and bent over a few feet away. He let out a loud sigh, and another crack was heard as he snapped his nose back into place. He wiped the blood from his nose, and glared at Aura. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but... Many were killed because of Scourge, yes? Well, they died because they didn't know that Scourge made the Reapers. Right? Right. Okay, well Scourge didn't do it all alone. Guess who's the real enemy here. Well, other than me."


(brb, I should be back in like an hour or two. Sorry for bad timing.)
 
That has no direct impact on me anymore. I've killed all who directly wrong me. Grim...... Scourge..... Cain..... And a few other sins. All have done something to me. But Abel.... He did something far worse. And you took my vengance away. For that you will die!" Aura yelled.
 
"Grim?! Hah, you've got no idea what you're talking about, you dunce! Wasn't Grim just a little suspiciously weak? I can't believe Scourge's plan actually tricked you. Since you know about Grim, then I'll take a wild guess that you also know about the Grim Reaper Project, right? Tell me, who's this 'Grim Reaper' shitbag?"


(Oh god typing on a tablet sucks ass... I'm not even gonna attempt fonts on this)
 
Revnoir faced Aura, his whole body showing his surprise. "You knew...? Then, why didn't you kill me...?" He looked unsure of himself. What reason could Aura have for keeping his enemy alive? He was his enemy, after all. At least, he was on the enemy team in theory.


"So you knew. How interesting. Well, do you know why he was given that title?" Gale asked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
 
Leah had woken in the medical ward from the core surgery she had been subjected to. She noticed, not far, her sister being wheeled from another operation room, presumably for the same thing, although there was also a new scar down almost the entire length of her left forearm. She swept her gaze over the few doctors and nurses, a lazy hostility in her eyes. Leah pulled from her own arm the IV, then shook her head clear from lingering dizziness. Perhaps now, with a not-so-failing core, she could actually take damage well. The doctors were reluctant to stop her, but let her simply walk away to begin wandering about the castle, gaurd still high, until she came upon the outside door. It was a horrifyingly amazing sigh; battle, fury. Though she couldn't see much trough the crowd of Wraiths, it still appeared as a fun chaos.


Very slowly, a grin of bloodlust came over her face as wraith's threads formed fearsom-looking claws over her fingers



@AANYYYONE~


Not much later, Amelia woke with a drowsy jolt. Some of the lingering nurses flinched, but otherwise continued what they were doing elsewhere.


Different.


Something felt different, and not just her arm. Which, it just so happened, she could move again! Though it took more effort that the flawless motion of her other hand, it still worked. She went to pull the IV from under her skin, but noticed it has already been disconnected. We're the nurses becoming wiser? Either way, as soon as she stood, a rather sudden pang of worry hit her almost like a tidal wave that sent her sprinting off down the hall (as best she could). Quickly, she arrived at her own room and flung open the door to be greeted by the soft fluffball that was commonly known as Chamomile, and nearly all the tension that had thundered into the room with Amelia dissipated and she nearly collapsed with relief. Hugging the kitten gently, the assassin replaced her on the bed and went to change into something more suitable for the invasion she had heard was probably to come. A vivid, snow-white sweater (accompanied with the appropriate hat and scarf) as well as a similar pair of jeans, bleached nearly colourless. Wasn't for fashion, but practicality.


Once ready, she stepped back outside her room and went to seal the door shut with threads of ice, but was almost surprised when the threads were black as pitch instead. Anyway, a slab of her new threads would suffice. Anyone got in, she'd know. Then, Amelia sneaked down hallways, careful of making much sound. If anyone was already in the building, she could easily eliminate them if surprise was on her side.


Quickly, she came upon the sound of voices echoing down one of the glass hallways, and almost as if she were performing mission impossible, snuck up against one wall to see who was speaking. She recognized the father of that stupid Tsukiborodo girl, but nobody else.


@Aurath Moonblood @Umbra Regalia
 
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(I already told you everyone is at abels castle. If you go back and read then you would know. Aura and EVERYONE on his side marched to the castle of glass.
 
Shinohara said:
Günther looked around at all the people, slightly afraid of what was going to happen.
Eve on the other hand was standing there with Vayne, leaning against him. She knew Auras motive and knew what had to be done.
Vayne kissed Eve "don't worry I'll be okay....I hope" he said to her but not sure if he will really be okay.


Lufferia watched his brother and Eve I hope they will do fine she thought.
 
Eve nodded as threads came out of the tips of her fingers. She took a few steps forward and took a forwards leaning stance. "I'll make sure you two will be okay." She said.
 
Vayne smiled "thanks but are you used of using your thread?" he asked Eve to make sure she can at least use the threads well and defend herself using it.
 
"I haven't tried yet but first time for everything." Eve said with a smile as she looked at Vayne.
 
(last post I need to be early)


"don't worry you will be used to it soon" Vayne said and looks at Lufferia "you ready?".


"yeah I'm ready I just need to equip something" Lufferia replied and wears her gloves that has a steel knuckle.
 
Eve showed a thumb up for both of them.


Günther on the other hand was trying to find anyone wounded to help. He was much better at paching up people rather than cutting them up.
 
Galenoir stumbled back yet again, holding his shattered nose in pain. "God damn, Aura, what's with you and punching noses?!" He quickly reshaped his nose with an endoskeleton of Threads, glaring up at Aura. He placed a hand on Revnoir's back. "Whatever, let's just get this over with. Revnoir, you remember the promise, right? Then, hurry up and do your part."


"Huh?" Revnoir was extremely unsure of how to react to the situation.



"Kill him. Remember? All humans are too cruel to live. Put the man out of his misery." Gale paused for a moment, making sure to keep an eye on Aura. "Hurry up, the poor guy lost his daughter. He probably doesn't want to live."



Revnoir obviously didn't want to attack Aura, but at this point he had no way of going against anyone and especially not Galenoir. His eyes weren't working, so even if he tried to attack Galenoir, he'd definitely miss. Galenoir always did best him effortlessly.
 
"I've had enough of your first year psych student bulshit." Aura said. "Your wraiths are almost done for. Not to mention your starting to piss me off." Aura said.
 
"Revnoir. Hurry it up." Galenoir's ushering was making Revnoir just want to curl up and merge with the ground. Fight Aura? There were so many things that made him despise the idea. Galenoir quickly pushed Revnoir closer to Aura. "Come on, quit being such a bitch!" Revnoir stepped back, running into Gale's outstretched arm. He looked scared mostly. He wasn't as strong as Aura, he respected him too much, he wasn't evil, he didn't want to kill, he would die, he would be killed. All of these things swam around in his thoughts, forcing him away from where he assumed Aura was. Hell, he couldn't even see anything! How would he get out of a fight with Aura with anything but his life, let alone that. "Revnoir!" With that, Revnoir started shaking. He was being pressured to do something he didn't want to.


Zero purposely killed no-one. He hid from the battle, not wanting to hurt either of his allies. The other Wraiths attacked the Weavers, doing their best to kill as many as possible out of pure bloodlust. Zero, on the other hand, chose to take the peaceful yet cowardly route. He was indebted to Aura, and his pride couldn't let him go against either of the men that he owed so much to.
 
Listening, listening to the arguments and squabble around the corner. Oh, so the girl had died? And Revnoir... The name was vaguely familiar. She gave a quiet shrug, her trigger finger twitching. She frowned at it, knowing she wouldn't have been able to aim properly anyway. With an exaggerated flourish, she stepped out from her hiding spot.


'Killing, killing, talk of killing, is this? Sounds fun. And that little girl, she's gone? Ah, what a nuisance she was!' That was all thought she payed to the girl. She grinned, pacing back and forth. 'I quite agree, people absolutely suck. Should be far easier to get rid of 'em with a Wraith's threads, eh? Fun, fun. So, who's supposed to be dying?' She went to draw her dagger from her boot, then paused for a moment to make another from threads. It seemed far more lethal than the metal one in her other hand, which she tossed into the air an and caught it rather casually.
 
"Revnoir come on. We are done here. The enemy we came to kill has died." Aura said as he turned to walk away.
 
Spazzycat101 said:
Listening, listening to the arguments and squabble around the corner. Oh, so the girl had died? And Revnoir... The name was vaguely familiar. She gave a quiet shrug, her trigger finger twitching. She frowned at it, knowing she wouldn't have been able to aim properly anyway. With an exaggerated flourish, she stepped out from her hiding spot.
'Killing, killing, talk of killing, is this? Sounds fun. And that little girl, she's gone? Ah, what a nuisance she was!' That was all thought she payed to the girl. She grinned, pacing back and forth. 'I quite agree, people absolutely suck. Should be far easier to get rid of 'em with a Wraith's threads, eh? Fun, fun. So, who's supposed to be dying?' She went to draw her dagger from her boot, then paused for a moment to make another from threads. It seemed far more lethal than the metal one in her other hand, which she tossed into the air an and caught it rather casually.
 
From behind her, Kirsa heard the curdling growls of the Wraiths. She tried her best to run as fast as her heels could take her, which probably weren't much help. Most Weavers would be able to fight back with the use of their threads, however Kirsa, being the inexperienced rookie, couldn't. In the past, she even struggled to control her Water Threads, but now with these new Wraith Threads Aura had given everyone.. what was she to do? Run. Just run. That was all she could think of. Kirsa opened her mouth to cry out to her lover, her hero, her savior.. but all she could do was whimper. Revnoir? Help me. Help me!! She pleaded for him, her eyes filling with tears as a glimpse of their glowing crimson eyes came into view. Was it her time to die? Was this god's way of finishing her story? Would history repeat itself like for her parents?


"REVNOIR!" Kirsa hollered out as her small frame collapsed into the hard dirt.


Claus had taken Xillia with him, holding the woman in the strong of his arms as he dodged Wraiths left and right. The wound wasn't much help as it continued to bleed out, staining his white vest. "S-So.. Xil-Xil, what do you suppose we do?" He asked, suddenly jumping up into a tree as cover.
 
Vayne looked around "you're just gonna stay here and patch up some of our troops right?" he asked Eve "if so that's okay I'm gonna have some time with those things over there" he said referring to the reapers "Lufferia would you mind dispatching some for me?" he requested Lufferia.


Lufferia crack her knuckles and was ready to dispatch them "on it big brother" she said as she charged to the reapers, she thought of doing his brother's style in using the threads and tried it to two reapers after what she did the two reapers we're electrocuted and giving her time to ready her punch.


Vayne was surprised that his little sister learned his style of using the threads "I'll give her a B" he said because she is still not yet used.


Lufferia punched one of the reapers that got electrocuted and follows it with a kick dispatching the reaper.
 
[QUOTE="A Y U]From behind her, Kirsa heard the curdling growls of the Wraiths. She tried her best to run as fast as her heels could take her, which probably weren't much help. Most Weavers would be able to fight back with the use of their threads, however Kirsa, being the inexperienced rookie, couldn't. In the past, she even struggled to control her Water Threads, but now with these new Wraith Threads Aura had given everyone.. what was she to do? Run. Just run. That was all she could think of. Kirsa opened her mouth to cry out to her lover, her hero, her savior.. but all she could do was whimper. Revnoir? Help me. Help me!! She pleaded for him, her eyes filling with tears as a glimpse of their glowing crimson eyes came into view. Was it her time to die? Was this god's way of finishing her story? Would history repeat itself like for her parents?
"REVNOIR!" Kirsa hollered out as her small frame collapsed into the hard dirt.


Claus had taken Xillia with him, holding the woman in the strong of his arms as he dodged Wraiths left and right. The wound wasn't much help as it continued to bleed out, staining his white vest. "S-So.. Xil-Xil, what do you suppose we do?" He asked, suddenly jumping up into a tree as cover.

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Xillia was shaking violently in fear, all of her focus being not to cry. She wanted to be a Weaver, and this was what it was like. Was she crazy? How could Revnoir have done this so often? No wonder he wasn't stable. She couldn't respond without letting a few tears free. "I-I dunno..."


Revnoir stared in Aura's general direction, still not quite used to the no-eyes thing just yet. It would take a while longer for that. Revnoir stepped to follow Aura, hoping childishly that Galenoir would just let him leave. He knew exactly what Galenoir would do, but he decided to try anyway. It was better than looking like a traitor.



Galenoir grabbed Revnoir by the back of the shirt and pulled him back. "Ooooh no no no, you're not backing out
are you?" He growled to his brother, then looked at Aura. "And you're not going anywhere, you're not the only one who had their eyes on some prey. How selfish of you."
 

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