CHAPTER 8
"NO, NO, NO, NOO!!" he screamed as he looked at his palms that where now covered with the blood of an innocent woman, he looked at the two headless bodies in front of him and fell to his knees as tears began to fall out of his eye's.
"I just wanted to help, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry," he whimpered, tears falling uncontrollably out of his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair staining them with blood.
"What was that sound?" He heard a distant voice shout.
"Came from over there" Another distant voice answered.
He heard distant voices say, panic began to fill him as he thought of ways to get out of the situation. People came to the front of the ally and the look on their faces instantly changed from curiosity to pure and unrefined horror.
"HELP!!!!" One of the men screamed as he saw the scene. He couldn't allow the so called help to come meet him in this state, he strengthened his legs and pushed himself of the ground, the group felt a gust of wind push against them and as they looked back at where he once was he had disappeared.
"He's in the sky" an old woman shouted pointing at him, but alas he was too far for anyone to do anything about it.
He landed a few meters away from the large gates, his mind racing and his heart beating. he looked at his blood stained hands and felt panic begin to build up, He ran his bloody hands through his hair as he emersed himself in his thoughts completely unaware of his surroundings
"Im sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" He mumbled incoherently but was dragged back to reality by a piercing pain at the base of his stomach, he looked down and saw a long spear, it had passed through him with his body giving no resistance, he fell to his knees as the pain overwhelmed him, he grunted in pain as he held the spear and forcefully dragged it out of his body, he threw it to the floor as he coughed out blood and winced as the pain became even more unbearable, he raised his head and saw a man in a white plated armor running towards him, He quickly jumped to his feet as the man threw a punch, he crosses his arms on his chest and manage to block it but the raw power from the punch pushed him backwards as the man picked up the spear and to spin it, he let his hands down as he got set for confrontation as the man swung the spear, he took a step back dodging the attack but the man didn't even stop for a second, he jumped and spun around as he swung the spear again, this time it grazed him on his chest, he stumbled back as he put his palm on his now bleeding chest and let out deep exhausted breathes.
"For the murder of two innocents, I hereby sentence you to death," The man declared with an air of stern authority, his voice echoing ominously through the muted atmosphere. As he prepared for the confrontation, he took a deliberate stance that spoke volumes of his intent. He dragged one leg back while pushing the other forward, grounding himself firmly in preparation for the swift strike he was about to unleash. His grip on the spear was ironclad, and with a sudden burst of strength, he propelled it forward with astonishing speed, transforming the weapon into a blur that sliced through the air.
However, the he was quicker than the white clad man had anticipated. In a stunning flash of movement, he caught the spear mid-flight, defying the laws of physics as he absorbed the momentum of the incoming force. With a sturdy stance planted firmly on the ground, he raised the spear high above his head, channeling all his strength into a powerful counterattack. Without a moment's hesitation, he hurled the weapon back toward the man with a force that was equally fierce.
The surprise was palpable; the man had not expected such an audacious response. As the spear whizzed back toward him, he barely had time to react before it struck with precision, the sharp edge piercing through his flesh. In an instant, the raw power of the counterattack lifted him off his feet, sending him crashing violently against the gate behind him. The impact left him dazed, his consciousness slipping away as head fell, defeated, deeply wounded and pinned to the large gate by his own weapon.
Struggling to regain his composure, he fell to his knees, the pain radiating from his stomach forcing him to cough as he gasped for breath. Every exhale felt laborious, and he instinctively placed a trembling hand against the injury, feeling the warmth of his own blood seeping through his fingers. A moment of confusion washed over him as he lifted his gaze, scanning the area for any sign of further threats. But all he saw were expressions of shock and fear on the faces of those who had gathered at the gate, witnessing the sudden clash of power and violence, No one brave enough to approayafter seeing what he had just done.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he mustered the strength to rise to his feet. The weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders as he turned away from the scene, his steps slow and deliberate as he began to walk away from the chaos he'd inadvertently caused. The murmur of astonished spectators filled the air behind him, he worried that another spear would be thrown at him but there where none the further he went the more his vision blurred, he was losing an ungodly amount of blood, he could hardly register the presence of the mumbling crowd as the distance between them increased and he lost himself in his thoughts, grappling with the gravity of what had just transpired.