The Saviour of the Masses
W O K E N
Josh was confused. They came here? Why? As far as he knew, none of them were wanted! Well, maybe Ragna was but still... Heavy footsteps could be heard getting closer now. What could they do? They couldn't just stage a fight in such a small area, even if they could learn how to fight as a team in such a small amount of time. For once, Josh was stumped. He didn't know what to do. He simply looked at Ragna to find out what their plan was. 'Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Big scary armor dude is outside!'
The door suddenly flew open, revealing two men in masks, both of which were wielding assault rifles. Ezekiel pushed the younger girl out of harms way as the men began to shoot. Faster than the eye can see, Ezekiel brought out his trusty saber and sliced the bullets in midair. Ezekiel winced as the sudden movements bothered his wound but decided to forget about that for now. The masked men seemed confused, why didn't their bullets kill that asshole in front of them? Ezekiel grabbed one of the chairs that they'd been sitting on and threw it at one of the men; he then manipulated his sweat and used it to slice the other man's throat.
Ezekiel's knees buckled underneath him as the pain from his wound grew immensely. A masked man got up and aimed his gun at him. Ezekiel tried to move but he couldn't. The pain was too much. He looked down and saw that he wound began to bleed once more. 'F-Fucking hell...' he cursed. When he looked up, he saw the barrel of the rifle aimed at his face.