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Fantasy Slayers: Modern Maniacs

"Amelia? Now's not a good time for that." Conner said, knowing that she couldn't help it but panicking a little. This time managing to land that shot on a werewolf, he aims at the other one to make sure it can't do anything for a while. "They have high regenerative properties." Conner shouted loud enough for all of them to hear as he grabbed Amelia and helped her up.
 
Luke heard the scream, and also Jane running after the girl. He also saw the werewolf chasing Jane, the one which she forgot to finish. Luke picked up his staff again, and with all his might threw it at the beast. It landed with enough power to stagger it, but when it reeled back it chased Luke, along with the two previously engaged. He didn't run far, and the beast that were shot and dazed were a little slow. Jumping the fence he went up to the bleachers, the three werewolves not far behind.
 
Jane got to the girl in time and swooped the girl up in her arms and carried her a few feet away. "Stay here, sweety." She said to her. Though the girl only heard her voice. Jane ran back to wolf #4 and as it extended a claw to strike her, Jane stabbed the beast through the heart and twisted her blade. The werewolf fell to the ground and snarled in pain...but soon, the beast was dead. Jane had killed a werewolf, and saved the girl. "Run, hurry!" She said to the girl, sounding worried for her safety, but the girl ran and soon was reunited with her mom. Jane sighed in relief as they ran away. Jane then charged back to the field and tackled one of the beasts chasing Luke and sliced anothers' arm as she did so. She had one of them distracted, the other two still pursuing Luke.
 
Now at the top of the bleachers, Luke faced the two beast. One had its arm missing, the other had a blown out leg. They were wounded, and Luke wanted to finish this. Pulling out his long sword, he did something quite unpredictable, he threw it. The sword flew laterally, cutting a leg clean off, but not stopping the wolf. They continued and Luke squared off, raising his fist to fight the beast. For every slash they made he dodged, and made a jab at a limb or their face. Soon they were a bloody mess, as was Luke. Stepping onto one of the seats, he looked towards them, then jumped legs first. The one who was still standing was thrown down, toppling over the fence and near the others, unconscious. Recovering he bashed the others skull in with his foot, watching the blood cover him
 
When Jane cut off the arm of one of the beasts, it hit her: it would change back into human form if it was so. She looked at it as it lied on the ground...instead of becoming human, the arm had shriveled up. Whatever these werewolves really were...it wasn't human. The wolf fighting Jane returned to her, and attacked. Jane dodged as it's claws swiped at her and she swung her sword, slicing it's throat. It fell to it's knees and Jane stabbed its heart, killing it. "Remember, go for the heart! These things are NOT human!" Jane called to the group and Luke.
 
Luke kicked the body in front of him away, watching it shrivel to whatever it was before. He ran down to the fence, hopping over and landing inches from the other wolf. The last two were on the ground, one undoubtly unconscious, the other was getting his bearing. He followed orders and pulled his long sword from the fence. With a swift movement he stabbed it in its chest, hopefully in its heart. With that he relaxed, "The last one is unconscious, everyone ok!?"
 
"I'm fine and so is Amelia. At least I think she is." The last sentence he said softly. He hadn't done much this fight, just protected Amelia. She couldn't do anything, not when she had a head ache that crumpled her on the ground. Bending down, he makes sure that she is alright before helping her up.
 
Jane nodded. "I'm good over here!" She said, thankful that the last werewolf was unconscious. "What do we do with it?"
 
"Take it back to the Pit." Conner yelled over, still assisting Amelia. With a live specimen, he could perform experiments and find more weaknesses and better ways to kill them. At the end of that thought, he felt like laughing like a mad scientist for some odd reason.
 
The werewolf began snarling as it laid unconscious. Jane joined everyone off to the side, tired and adrenaline running in their veins. "Yeah...we should get it to the Pit, we should--" Jane started, but then noticed it was getting away. "It's getting away!" Jane shouted, pointing to the beast as it sprinted across the field.
 
In an instant, Amelia's eyes shot open and she sat up straight as a board. "Inducam super vos verbum meum quod arcanum est!" she shouted in a voice unlike her own, her finger pointing at the escaping werewolf. A flickering bolt of crystal blue energy shot from her outstretched finger and raced after the beast. Upon contact, it emblazoned a blue fleur de lis looking crest on the back of its neck before fading away to nothingness.


Amelia's arm went limp and it fell to her side. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost consciousness in Conner's arms.
 
"Looked like it." Conner said, holding Amelia. He was as shocked as the rest of the group probably was. But they shouldn't be, really. They did have a fire ball shot at them already, so how odd could it be that Amelia could possibly do the same?
 
"I want to do that." Luke said quite jokingly. He was in high spirits, for he was still feeling rushed. That was all fine and well until the power ran out, and the scratches on his chest now ran with blood. Luke sat down, letting his breathing rise and his eyes flutter, fighting for consciousness.
 
Jane knelt down beside Luke. "I have bandages, I'll patch you up," she said, knowing a scratch is painful as hell, but he'd be alright. "Just sit still, you'll be fine in no-time." She said reassuringly and began to bandage him as best she could.
 
"It hurts like hell." He felt wiped, almost dead. "Never thought I would have your hands on me this way." A smile was on his face, but he was shaking, wincing every time her hands touched the gashes.
 
"Just shit up and let me work." She said, but smiling. She was almost done patching him up. "Pull through, we'll get you to the Pit. Grey or Wynonna can help, surely." She said, trying to sooth him. She finished bandaging him up. "There we go..." She said, placing a quick peck on his lips before standing up.
 
"Alright. Now who has a car? Preferably a pick up." Conner said, thinking about what people might think when they saw a bunch of teens in a truck and hauling a werewolf off into the woods. Well, what could you do.
 
"I think I would rather just sit here, moving sounds painful." He was sprawled out on the ground, letting the tank top flow off from the rips and tears.
 
"It probably will be. But, call me paranoid, you may be infected." Conner continued. He wasn't meant to hold anything much heavier then his laptop, and was getting tired of holding Amelia up, and it would be easier if she walked to the car instead of having to be carried. So, he gently began to shake her, trying to get her back to the world of concious.
 
"I think you're just paranoid, Conner." Jane said. "Let's just get him back to th--wait...who is that?" Jane said, pointing at the very top of the bleachers in the distance. There stood a dark figure dressed in a black robe flowing in the wind. It was unclear whether it was a male or female. 
(@Huntrey @Beowulf @MysticPisces @KroNicc115 @CloudKitteh thats right...more plot drama xD ) 
The figure in the distance appeared to be...oh no....could it be? A dark mage perhaps? Do the mages have something to do with the attack at the game? What's their involvement's true depth?
 
Luke didn't even look, a little delusional from the blood loss earlier. "Jane, I'm telling you it's probably just a fan, coming to see the amazing jock." He raised his arms slightly, muscles slightly tensed.
 
"Luke...do fans do that?" Jane said, pointing at the 'fan' again to see whoever it is was conjuring fire from their hands. The figure raised their arms like they were about to blast the fire at the Slayers.
 

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