His eyes narrowed and tensed as he watched the mecha-riding twin Generals got hit by a carefully aimed shot. Lightning crackled into existence around his hands as he prepared to leap towards them but the timelier arrival of the Director, the twin’s adoptive father, was more than enough. Tor gave another gaze across the battlefield, this time in line with what Nohres had just spoken about. Since they had teamed up, they would be acting as a duo now. And from his plan, it seems like Tor was going to see much more action. His magic was much more suited to combat than protecting and Tor gladly accepted his role in the plan.
“Not if their fewer targets are only us. If we really go all out, the Pergrande soldiers won’t even know what hit them,” Tor spoke as he stood, shoulder to shoulder with Nohres. With the plan set, Tor was half expecting him to be the one to kick it into motion but before he could burst back into action as a lightning bolt, Nohres was even faster. Flames below his feet helped him rocket into the air and with a grin befitting a flaming badass, the man left Tor with a single sentence before hurtling towards the battlefield, leaving a trail of flames and smoke in his wake.
“Damn, he stole the limelight,” Tor said with a chuckle, before arming himself with lightning from head to toe. Lightning erupted from his back, forming jagged lightning wings that crackled intensely. Leaping up in to the air, Tor quickly reached a suitable height and gazed around until he found his targets. Two groups of Imperial Army Officers, holding their rifles up at shoulder height, were opening fire in alternate volleys. Using their group of four, they had surrounded a group of five Bellum mages that had sustained injuries from the gunfire, were trying their best to keep up a magic shield that protected them against the repeated gunfire. Each man took up a cardinal direction and alternated their fire.
Two of them would take turns to fire, before swapping to the other two, taking the time to reload before swapping again. The green gem-like shield that protected the five mages were slowly losing its luminance, an indicator of the wielder’s weakening magic energy and the shield’s durability at the same time. Without wasting any more time, Tor flew toward their direction at once. Tor pulled out the black sword from his back, and with a sudden bloom of shadows that receded just as fast, Tor disappeared from the sky and reappeared behind one of the Army Officers, the one in the “southern” position, unhesitatingly stabbing his blade into the man’s back through his armor. It had happened so fast, that the moment the officer had shouted in pain, he was already dying. It didn’t help as Tor dragged his sword out of the wound in the most painful manner possible.
With the sudden attack launched on one of their own, the two officers of the “west” and “east” position instantly turned away from the defending Bellum mages and opened fire on Tor without any hesitation. The one in the “north” position was left to hold the formation in place, firing now in bursts instead of going all out, just enough to keep the Bellum mages in place and preventing them from putting away the shield and attack him instead. However, there was only so many bullets in his rifle even if he tried to keep down the expenditure.
Tor had already long fled when the two officers opened fire on him, disappearing in a flash towards the one in the eastern position. However, before he did that, he had swung his right hand once, forming a huge shuriken with sweeping blades entirely out of lightning and threw it in the direction of the officer in the “west”. Bullets would do nothing to the lightning shuriken as it sliced through the air at the officer, the first contact with one of the blades slicing through the officer’s armor and opening it up for the other blades to slash into his chest as the shuriken spun forward. Blood spurted into the air as the officer fell back to the ground, from the momentum of the shuriken and the pain, his finger still holding on to the trigger as his rifle shot ceaselessly into the air until it ran out of bullets.
The one in the “east” position had it even worse as Tor reappeared behind him with a peal of thunder, slashing diagonally across his back with a roughly formed blade of lightning in his left hand, dropping him to the ground at the end of the slash. When the third officer collapsed to the ground, Tor turned to the only officer left and locked eyes with the man as he turned to look at Tor as well. His bullets were already spent, his rifle clicking noisily without any bullets exiting the muzzle. By then the magic shield protecting the Bellum mages was already at the lightest shade of green possible, so close to breaking and letting the ones it protected succumb to bullet fire.
The officer, knowing he wouldn’t have a good end and resigning him to the fate, managed to pull out one last bit of courage. The man threw his away his rifle, and instead, pulled out a combat knife from the side of his left boot. The black and silver blade glinted wickedly in the sunlight and with a shout, he lunged at Tor. Tor had already fought them in close combat during the first encounter and he knew they weren’t all bluff. The man could probably deliver if he decided to try and force the fight into close quarters.
But why would Tor want to do that?
“You brought a knife to a magic fight?” Tor asked incredulously as he listlessly held his left hand in the air and swept it downwards. A crack of thunder heralded a bolt of lightning as it descended from above, slamming right into the remaining officer when he was finally a few feet away from Tor, stopping him still in his tracks, probably eyes wide at the injustice, before collapsing to the ground.
“Private Nohres, I’ve got five Bellum mages here for pick up. Please respond.”
[Personal WC: 4124 / 4000]
Weak: 1 / 4 left
Strong: 4 / 6 left