8 Divine Intervention (1/2)
Chapter 8: Divine Intervention
The blue eyes of the man with the spider tattoo, kept a sharp glare poised to Nye. He seemed fairly fatigued, huffing a bit as he showed his fangs. ”...I thought I told you... to stay away FROM ME!” He yelled out, somewhat agitated in tone; yet fearful at the same time.
He had stumbled slightly from his position, in the process of shouting. A few drops of blood hit the snow below him.Nye stepped closer however, and yet Ashe decided to follow her. She held her hand in front of Ashe, giving him a stern look. ”I said, leave him to me.” Nye insisted.
Ashe glanced to the man, and back to Nye. ”If you're sure. He seems pretty hostile.”
”Just, stay there.” Nye stated, closing some distance between her, and the wanted man. ”(He's in no shape to survive out here... I need to remain cautious, but if I'm to learn if I can trust him... Then I need him alive.)”
”Back off!” The man with the spider tattoo demanded to her, but Nye still drew closer.
”You're wounded, not to mention, freezing to death...” Nye replied, keeping calm under the circumstances.
The man shakily turned to her, reaching for one of his knives, with his left hand. ”Don't be moronic. I tried to kill you twice already... You don't want want me to make it a third time! There's no chance getting that bounty on my head either!” He tried to move, but he was panting heavily, struggling to keep on his feet.
”I don't want the stupid bounty. So, quit being absurd.” Nye scoffed, continuing to walk closer. ”You need to calm down.”
The Dream Weaver was growing more fierce. ”Why won't you... JUST RUN AWAY FROM ME!?” He demanded, rushing at Nye, with his blade gripped tightly. Ichor magic trailed from him, violently.
Nye halted, getting tense, as the man was dashing her way with hostility. Ashe noticed, and moved from his position. However, as the man drew closer, his dagger was clashed with another blade,from virtually nowhere, someone had countered his blow. Both Nye and Ashe were taken by surprise, as an angelic orange and white haired man had gotten betweenNye, and the assailant. White angel wings were spread, with a few feathers floating passed, as his swords held back the knife of the attacker.
”Apologizes, but I couldn't stand by idly, and watch this commence any further. I was forced to alleviate this lamentable situation. Please understand.” The ginger haired man explained, keeping his back turned to Nye.
”(A Rhyme was eavesdropping the whole time? This is growing bothersome, I had a solid plan to handle this.)” Nye thought, as she was growing annoyed.
The man with the spider tattoo sneered weakly, to the ginger haired angel. He was breathing with staggered breaths. ”You... shouldn't have done THAT.” His eyes sharpened, as his knives were grinding along the plated duel swords of the angel.
Before the shady man could strike, the angel swung his duel blades in an cross slash. The assailant was slammed back hard to the snow, his blood coating the ground in places. His mouth was still bleeding, as he spat to the side. The fatigue was setting in, and his inchor magic failed to manifest properly, leaving only an oozing puddle of blood. He was far too weak to fight now, his wounds festering with faint panic.
The Rhyme proceeded closer, speaking to the Dream Weaver. He seemed a bit unnerved by the encounter. ”You're the 'Angel of death', aren't you? Just the wanted fellow that we've been seeking. As decreed by grand master Aoba, any Amygdala showing hostile intent-” He paused, as Nye gently pulled her blade to the Rhyme's throat. This caused the man to shiver uneasily, he had grown fearful in expression, as he persperated nervously.
Nye's lips were positioned right by his ear, and her sharp eyes were focused on the orange haired man. ”Yet another vacuous Templar. Things aren't looking too auspicious for you, now are they? You deduced that I needed rescuing, however, on the contrary, now you're in need of it; if you don't flee. Don't make me reiterate.” Her aura spiraled around her like smoke, giving notice to the wailing faces.
”... Shut, up!? Y-You're an... Amygdala.... How did...?” The Rhyme began to grow more timid, and unsure of his surroundings. ”I saved an enemy of the Templar? Why didn't I?...” He was getting frantic in tone. ”The others will...”
Nye ignored the man, her eyes peering over the the felon in the snow. He appeared to be in a vulnerable state. He held himself off the ground, weakly. His hood shrouded his face in shadows, blood dripping down his jaw. Ashe glanced to the Templar, as he stepped around him, his focus shifting to the wanted man, this 'Angel of Death'.
”What do you want me to do?” Ashe asked, looking back to Nye.
”I told you, leave him to me.” Nye insisted, her sharp eyes peering to Ashe.
The Dream weaver stood shakily to his feet, he kept a knife in his left hand, as he breathed heavily. His eyes focused on Nye, he seemed pissed still, but confused at the same time. As he was about to engage them once more, the flapping of wings was heard overhead. Both of the unknown men looked to the sky, to see the wings of Ayame's dragon.
”Oh no... I can't be seen here!” The angel shoved Nye away in panic, rushing to the West.
”Dammit... Not this crap again.” The man with the spider tattoo rushed off, in that same instant. Instead he headed in the East, leaving a puddle of blood where he had fallen.
Nye and Ashe were looking between where the two had fled, seriously, but the mount hovered between them. From on top of the creature, Ayame peered down to them. Behind her was Elliot, leering their way.
”And so we meet again. It is you, isn't it? How ironic this is, that you not only broke one rule before, with the leashed, but now I find you here, with another Amygdala. Strange, isn't it, with how things work out this way.” Ayame spoke, confidently.
Nye kept her ground, as did Ashe. Both seemed on edge, with this situation.
”Now now, I haven't revoked my offer just yet, Amygdala. I have one condition, to let you go once again. My leashed here, spotted not one, but two figures flee this location. You know who I'm after. Tell me which one of them was the target, and you'll be free to go. However, If discovered you lied, you both will be considered accomplices to the 'Angel of Death', and thus executed.” Ayame looked to Nye, and her gaze shifted to Ashe. ”A simple answer is all it takes.”
Nye thinks a bit on the situation, ”(I need him alive, if I'm to get anywhere on my investigation... that is... If he doesn't bleed out first...) Go West, the one you seek, headed that way.” She lied, knowing that this was her only option, if she wanted him to stay out of Templar hands.
”Very well. Then I have no choice, but to trust you. Bare in mind what I had warned you.” Ayame looked to the West, taking flight on her mount.
Their eyes watched this Rhyme, until she had flown off beyond their line of sight.
”What do you plan to do now?” Ashe glanced briefly to Nye.
Her eyes focused down the path, that the wanted man fled. ”We pursue him. From observation, right now he's vulnerable. He couldn't even use his magic, so now is the best time to swoop in.”
”You're the queen.” Ashe shrugged, ”It's your call, if you want to 'swoop in', and catch this guy. Dude's a killer.”
”If you're scared, go home.” Nye formed her wings, from her back.
Ashe stared at Nye, briefly looking off. ”All I'm saying, is this guy seems like bad news. That's just how those hybrids are, their barbaric. Or so I've heard.”
”I am well aware, however, I need to look into him further. If not an ally, then he's just an easy target.” Nye stated, walking off into the snow.
”Nye. Do you really wanna walk off in the cold, on your own?” Ashe gawked slightly.
”Not like it bothers me. Either follow, or go home. Time's not waiting.” She flew up into the air, further from the red haired Amygdala.
Ashe shook his head. ”Our fearless leader. Hold up, I'm coming.” He said, following after Nye.
Meanwhile, back in under ground city of Wynorex. Miles was just waking up, he yawned briefly, before peering around. ”Nye? Oh, not again....” He groaned a bit, with a sigh. ”She always does this.” He said, shifting from the bed. However, he glanced down to the egg. It was shaking, softly. ”Eh?... Some time to be hatching! What am I supposed to do?” Miles gawked, staring to the egg, that his tail was wrapped around loosely.
It suddenly cracked, with a tiny phoenix peering out to him. Miles had an unsure expression, as he stared to the baby bird. She was returning the gaze to him, and didn't move as Miles reached slowly for her.
”It's okay....” He muttered, ”I'm not going to hurt you.” His hand touched the bird's head, yet she didn't jolt away. He gently picked her up, looking to the phoenix hatchling. ”Maybe... Ember?” He spoke, but the little one jumped from his hands, into the hood of his jacket. Miles was a bit shaken, as she warmed up against his neck.
Elsewhere, Ayame's dragon soared in the direction that Nye had informed her.
”Mistress.” Elliot spoke up, motioning ahead.
Ayame glanced forward, notices movement, of the fleeing ginger haired Rhyme. Without much warning, the dragon swooped down, letting Elliot leap off, and pin the man to the snow.
”Argh!...” The Rhyme winced, as Ayame hopped off, to approach him.
”You can ease up, Elliot. He's a Templar soldier... for now.” Ayame looked to the man, as Elliot let him go.
The man sat up from the ground, timidly looking to Ayame. ”...”
Ayame looked to him, seriously. ”I can't say I'm surprised, that she lied about the target. However, now I am intrigued. So, do tell, where were you off to in such a hurry, Kloud? You're not a turncoat now, are you?”
”I... I...” Kloud stammered, nervously.
”Don't be shy now.” Ayame crouched down, to his level. She placed her hand to his face. ”Kloud. What happened with that female Amygdala?”
He was shaking, blushing slightly. ”Ayame... I-I... I didn't know... I couldn't tell that she was one of them... I was idiotic, I shouldn't have stepped in.”