Versus the Bloodfallen 2 - Breaking Out

They returned with the container about 3 minutes later. John had expected some kind of battlefield, his allies and Gnome holding position in a **** stand after Igor opened the Vault again. Instead, he found the rested companions that helped him get in. In a way that was even worse. What the hell was going on outside this door?

Only one way to find out. “Everyone ready?” “As ready as we will be.” Grumbled one of the melee fighters with a smile, “This is everything I signed up for.” What a weird way to put it. Oh well. John nodded at Aclysia, and she opened the door again. It slowly swung open completely and revealed several dozen Bloodfallen standing in a half circle between him and the exit, in their midst Igor and Gent.

“I must say.” Igor said with a smug grin, “I did not expect you to get this far. Only so much sadder that somebody of your talent decided to fight for the Communists.” “I don’t fight for anybody Igor.” John shook his head at the accusation, “What even makes you think that?” “There is no other motivation one could have to go against us!”

John almost burst out laughing, “You mean aside from the last wish of Travolta, common decency and the fact you plotted the whole downfall of dozens of guilds to get their members to join you?” A few turned heads. Apparently not all in that guild where that indoctrinated yet. “You speak comedic lies, John Newman.” Igor put him aside, and the eyes wandered back to John. Indoctrinated enough it seemed. “And you thoroughly underestimate us.” John countered, “But what should I expect from somebody who is idiotic enough to think torturing a girl for 60 years is justified.”

Igor had enough of the talk and pointed at them, “Kill them, be careful not to damage that container!” “Aclysia, Rave, you take on Gent. I will keep Igor busy, the rest of you, try to get that container moving!” The orders were out, and the fight began.

Gent, the massive wall of flesh that he was, trampled towards them. He wore full-plate armour and wielded a giant two-handed axe that he swung downward at Aclysia who met him halfway across the hall. The Artificial Guardian budged under the strike of the stronger Goliath, but she did not break, the parry was successful. With his Strength he would have no problem overpowering Aclysia in their current position however with his Intellect, he wasn’t a great multitasker, so when Rave sent a wave of light into the slit of his helmet and directly into his eyes he didn’t see that coming.

In the meantime, John had sent both Salamander and Sylph at Igor. The Guildmaster ignored both and charged straight at the Gamer. Nothing was easier to hit than a target that was going straight forwards. Mana Ray suddenly burst from his hand and Igor took the attack in the shoulder. This only momentarily slowed him however as it burned a hole into his uniform, a second later he was in front of John, cane transforming into a thin blade as he swung at him. Undine slowed the attack far enough for John to dodge and preserve his Mana instead of sacrificing it to Mana Shield.

“Your little Elementals will not be able to protect you forever!” Igor threatened. “Try.” Gnome dared and tackled the Guildmaster who nimbly sidestepped the attack only to almost fall down as John took Possession of both of his shoes, untying the laces. “Really?!” “Whatever is effective!” John mocked as another Mana Ray hit the enraged Igor in the leg. Honestly, it gave John some kind of primitive satisfaction to see the normally calm and honey-talking Guildleader this pissed.

Igor kicked his shoes off with quick movements and John moved into the cane. This was just a minor annoyance, as long as Igor kept his grip tight John wouldn’t be able to change much, however, the same could not be said about the uniform as it started **** him. Igor reacted quickly and ripped off the neck piece before setting his sight on John again.

“Didn’t think you wanted to hatefuck me but here you are: Undressing right in front of me.” John kept the mockery up. “Insolent whelp.” Igor spat, “You will see where this gets you!” John didn’t feel threatened, he realised something in that short exchange, “You are not a fighter are you, Igor?” The Guildmaster angrily swung his sword at him. The attack was quick, sure, and executed with a lot of ****, surely, but it was also without finesse, nothing a quick wall by Gnome couldn’t handle.

The cane turned sword got stuck in the stone allowing John to ridicule the Guildmaster a bit more. He normally didn’t like to be so petty, but this arsehole had earned it. “You are not like Gent or all the other people you talked into submission. Sure, your Stats are impressive, but you don’t have any technique or plan. You let others do the dirty work as you hide under the earth.”

Igor ripped his cane out just in time to stop an attack by Salamander; the flame spirit managed to dodge. However to take care of this Igor had to turn away from John and was therefore oblivious to the Mana Ray that hit him a moment later in the back. Igor had underestimated John, thinking he could take him on alone without calculating that John was actually a one-man army of five, two of which scattered to help the other fronts of the battlefield. As much as John had taunted the Guildmaster the rest of the Bloodfallen were just about to break through the thin lines of John’s allies. They lost the war on numbers by a country mile; it would be best if Aclysia and Rave would be freed up again soon.

Which was probably about to happen. Gent was a lot tougher than his superior. He shrugged off most attacks the duo threw at him without any care while swinging his battle axe with such ferocity that Aclysia was budging under every strike. However, all she had to do was keep the enemies one-track mind on herself as Rave kept attacking again and again. Even if he shrugged off most attacks, the little damage added up, and eventually, one of Rave’s high heated light attacks would overcome the plate armour's enchanted resistance and burn a hole. At which point that battle would be over and with their strongest people gone the numbers game was all that the Bloodfallen had. Numbers didn’t matter if the enemy was superior in all other matters. Meaning that the second Gent fell, John would win.

Igor recognised that and with an angry shout jumped at John. He was stopped by Gnome and Undine at the same time. “GENT!” He shouted, “For the sake of our goal! Do it!” Do what? John looked at the Goliath at the middle of the room. Thana had barely moved from the Vault door as there was no one to actually move her right now.

John suddenly realised that Gent was getting faster, stronger. Each of his strikes was hitting Aclysia harder, her HP Bar actually sinking below a fourth for the first time, the damage she received far exceeding her regeneration capabilities. “What did you do?!” John demanded to know as the Guild leader was at his mercy, half enveloped by Undine and shackled by Gnome.

“Some people hide Cyanide, others small blood bags.” The Guildmaster revealed. ‘They hid Blood of Thana in his MOUTH?’ John thought, shocked at the revelation. That is why his title was Martyr because he was the one that would sacrifice himself in a situation such as this. He would spend his last moments before falling to madness trying to kill them.

And he was very good at it. The strike of his axe was earth shattering, literally, forcing Aclysia to her knees and creating a small depression in the carpet. He hit her for 66 hit points, even with her regeneration she would only be able to take 3 more of these. John couldn’t let that happen; he charged a Mana Ray at the beast as he swatted Rave to the side. The attack missed, hitting instead a normal Bloodfallen member, which was an acceptable outcome but didn’t help their situation in the slightest.

Another ten or so enemies suddenly entered the bunker from the stairs that led above. Something that John could not at all use right now. Gent took a giant swing, one that sent Aclysia flying. Like a baseball made of iron and steel, she flew through the air and finally collided with something at the end of her journey. Collided with the container.

She fell to the ground, and the sound of cracking glass overshadowed everything else on the battlefield. “”No.”” John and Igor both said for entirely different reasons. The cracks spread through the glass, slowly at first, the green line of her heartbeat transforming into words in the Latin alphabet before vanishing as the see-through glass turned into myriads of white cracks. Then the whole container burst into shards and a flood of watered down blood.

Everyone was looking at the girl that landed on her feet amidst the tide. The red water didn’t stick to her; it left her naked body clean after only a few moments. Her vacant expression didn’t move as John got a look unobstructed by blood for the first time.

She was pale, sickly so, skin that looked like it had never seen a single sun ray, a slightly blue tinge to it. The same for her hair. The mostly white, chin long wild cut she had slowly turned into a shade of light azure towards the tips. She had a fine nose, and her violet eyes were fascinating. They looked like shattered glass or a brilliantly cut gemstone, within two rings, one complete and thin the other around the inner parts of her iris made of six golden dots around the black dot of her iris. Her figure was quite attractive, for a girl her size she had big breasts, C-Cup John guessed, with curved hips and she was thin as well, making her quite the looker if it weren’t for the black dots still all over her body sticking out like ugly piercings. All around the girl hung a thick crimson aura.

It was like John’s third eye was suddenly **** open. He knew what he was seeing. It was her Mana; it was what Rave had described to him whenever she had told him about how he had grown. Thana was like a drop of blood in a clean sea that refused to mingle with the water.

John tried Observe, but it didn’t reveal anything new, as he was frozen, waiting, like everyone else, for the so-called weapon of mass destruction to do anything. She didn’t; she just stood there. Unmoving, uncaring, eyes looking at nothing, expression empty, head….

Suddenly rocked back as a gunshot ringed through the hall. John's eyes flew over to the stairs. Victoria, handgun still at the ready, stood there. How was she? Not important. Thana. Was Thana still okay? Igor was laughing; he thought they had won, “If I had known it was this easy….” His words died towards the end; the pale girl was not falling over.

Her body slowly straightened up again. The bullet Victoria had fired stuck between two rows of perfect human teeth, absolutely white, gapless, sharp and pointy. Thana spat out the bullet and started coughing up the water, “P…z…” She tried to say something, but her mouth seemed unable to remember how to form words. Instead, she kept coughing. “ć.”

Victoria pulled the trigger. Again, and again. John was shocked, not only by her willingness to kill but also by his own unwillingness to move. He should do something, he should but his throat felt clogged up by the immense aura Thana was radiating at any given moment. The bullets hit her chest, arms, legs, many missing completely, Victoria’s hands must have been shaking at this point. The bullets uselessly penetrated Thana’s body before being pushed out again by the regenerating flesh. Not a single drop of blood leaking from them.

No, the only drop of blood that was falling was one that ran from Thana’s nails towards the tip of her middle finger. It fell into the pool to her feet, the pool of her own blood. A moment later it rose again, the rest of the pool following the behaviour as spheres of blood lazily started defying gravity. A last click indicated the emptiness of Victoria’s magazine. As the noise faded away, Thana was gone. No, not gone, she just moved so quickly it was hard to follow. She was at the ceiling. Kneeling upside down, before jumping a second time, at Victoria, ripping her to the ground. “Po…” Thana tried a second time as she laid her hands around Victoria’s neck, “…zię…”

The sniper's head turned red then blue, the tiny hands on her throat grasping with such terrible strength. John opened his mouth he wanted to intervene, he wanted to tell Thana that she could just go, nobody could stop her. Clearly.

Victoria’s neck broke before Thana could finish her words or John could get a single one out, “Ah…” A disappointed noise she turned her head and spotted John. No. She didn’t spot him. She spotted Igor. She got up and with a single leap was back again. The golden dots in her eyes were rotating at such speed they were a single endless circle. The black pupils were focusing separately from each other before she blinked a few times and they synched up. She looked at Igor and smiled like he was a joke only she understood. It was a wide, mean smile that showed the skin of her teeth between her pale lips. She grabbed Igor’s foot and ripped him from the two elementals' hold like people rip open paper bags.

There was a moment of silence. “See what you have done?” Igor said his last words. Then Thana started flailing him around. She slammed him to her right on the ground, the left, right again, each time cracking bones could be heard. His body at the mercy of her every movement. Even if he would have been at the height of his power, Igor was nothing more than a toy in her grasp and one that was broken all too soon as he hit the floor a final time. By the end of Thana’s fury, the only part of him that wasn’t completely destroyed, the only bone unbroken was the leg she was letting go. The Guildmaster was dead.