Angered by his lack of focus by letting his emotions get the best of him, Nat sighed and bared his teeth afterwards as he healed himself. The only reason it was taking time was because of the shards inside. He couldn't just patch it up and leave them there because his rotary movement would be affected. Though he already had some of them out, there were still a few left in him. During this time, Trinity who had been staying strong the moment they met today. He could only tell because from what Nat could see earlier, she was holding back tears. Or was just a figment of his imagination? That her face was getting a bit moist as he talked? That perhaps he was paying too much attention on her beautiful face that he had missed dearly that he starting to see things on it.
Nevertheless, all of that was gone now, replaced by an anger he had not seen in her before. Though it really didn't surprise Nat all that much, seeing as he personally knows that people have sides they'd wished they didn't have, making him contemplate his own personality and attitude towards the entirety of life. No, what really surprised him was how much power Trinity possessed. He had known of her ability to manipulate her size before but never in this scale. This time it was far, far larger and apparently more devastating as it obliterated the Present ghost in one hit. It was impressive to be sure, but she had been subjected to a terrible illusion that greatly worried the crusader. His concern was manifested by how quickened pace he was trying to get rid of the shards, and cursed himself for how long it's taking. He grunted and cursed a lot for how inefficient it was being as he never had to be surgical about his healing before.
But as if he needed to be impressed more, as if this was a day that proverbial cards were all on the table, he got a glimpse of Trinity's other skills, this time involving dark shadowy appendages crawling of out the ground beneath the last ghost. Though nothing out of the ordinary in the world, he had wondered why someone as sweet as her would come into possession of magic that seems to be out of character. This got Nat into thinking that there really is something that Trinity has to tell him, that there could be something more, something deeper, and in that depth held answers. Explanations. He had to do something because he can't just let her take everything on her own, that is so unbecoming. And the slow painful and eerily dark way the ghost is being dragged into what appears to be the afterlife it deserves, Nat has been able to get a few more of the shards out.
But time was not their ally. Never was. Their whole relationship has been about there might not be enough time, disappearing and not talking of which he was guilt of that as well. This time it manifested itself as the lack of reprieve as the old man himself now stepped in to bring misery and hopelessness to Trinity as the downed Nathaniel still tried to be at 100% fighting capability. He couldn't bear to see her like that. He had never seen her like that and never waned to. She didn't deserve it. She was being mentally tortured and Nat stood up and ran to her side. But Scrooge wouldn't allow it. He had placed a barrier around the tortured Trinity who, despite being unable to speak, tried to nonetheless, making out what seemed to be his name. No, it was certainly his name, she had audibly cried out for help out of pain, suffering, depression, and fear. Nat however, also counted faith. Why else call out like that? She believes in him and he wasn't about to let her down much like he did this past month.
Nat ripped the left sleeve of his sweater and a piece of his shirt underneath it to bandage the wound. And though he can't use that arm very much for now, he only needed one to throw his weapon at Scrooge who very well saw the attack but was not fast enough to dodge it completely. It grazed him on his left side, but before he could react, Nat pulled the sword back through the chain attached at the pommel, a neat little trick he's been growing fond of. The returning blade knocked the man to the ground, but Trinity was still not yet released. He realized then that time was of the essence. If concentration is not required for the spell to persist, then perhaps life is. He dashed forward and tried to strike him down, but the man's cane was actually stronger than it looks, or perhaps it was because he can't handle the blade properly? But Nat was still bearing down on him, putting his weight against the old man who impressively has moves which displeased Nat. He was hoping to spill his guts on the floor and letting him run out of breath as punishment for torturing Trinity. But instead he'll have to burn and that was quicker in Nat's taste, but he would still want him to die gruesomely.
Sensing the loosing battle, Scrooge tried to summon all of his spirits back at once, despite being defeated earlier. Meaning they were still not ready and because of that, one slight wave of Nat's left hand back had all of the spirits burning in agony and slowly dispersing afterwards. Running out of options, Scrooge tried to put Nat in the same tormenting aura he had Trinity in, but Nat waved his left hand in front of him, Making Scrooge catch on fire, and releasing them from the weapon lock. The man tried to douse the flames and while successful, he found himself clashing weapons again with Nat but this time, he got him to fall to the ground. He was about to be impaled by Nat but being a powerful summoner, he would not let up. This agitated Nat greatly. So far, he's been nothing but annoyed, irritated, angered and displeased with how the day is turning out and he just wants all the negative emotions to be over with. Fueled by his fit of rage, Nat raised his weapon and constantly struck the man with force, who initially was able to guard for his life "JUST. FUCKING. DIE ALREADY!"
he shouted. Every word accompanied by hate and brutality and a sword swing. Nat got his wish of a brutally gruesome end for the man when his last strike got through and hit the neck. But with blind rage being the guide behind the strike, the hit was unclean and ugly and despite the force behind it being able to cut a man's head off, but by the angle, it struck muscle, jugular and eventually clavicle that still cracked on the force. Now Scrooge just laid there twitching. Gasping for breath, his grip on his magic loosening, like his grip on life. He'll die pretty soon and instead of giving him a quick, clean end Nat hurried to Trinity that he was able to pull out of the magic, hugging her tightly.
Now with his love in his arms and chest, he had felt peace and the raging haze has lifted. It was comforting to feel that they were both somewhat ok. So much so that a tear dropped from his eye and to Trinity's head.
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