06-23-2015, 08:39 AM
Damien slowed the closer they came to the two storm clouds of Light that hung in the air. Soon he would be within reach of Dane and the other and he did not want any accidents. His cohort blended seamlessly into Damien’s shadow. With Ramirez now stuck in a corner, the night was empty of hostile forces. Now and then a whimper could be heard from inside one of the dilapidated houses. Damien left the townspeople alone. More armed forces would only make matters worse. When their task tonight was done he would address the people.
He turned down a mud crusted street moments before a blast rocked the surrounding area and splintered wood flew through the air spraying him with a rain of debris. Damien intended to wait. The desire to seize the Light for his own purpose was strong. The choice was taken from him. In the seconds following the blast a group of mismatched thugs opened fire in his direction.
Light poured from the cup of the heavens into Damien’s body. He snatched a glimpse of the building that had been assaulted. The sight sickened him. He cared nothing for religious sentiment but a church was a place of refuge and peace, not a slaughterhouse.
The thugs had caught him unprepared, focused as he was. Rounds soared through the air either to either side trailed by the acrid smell of gunpowder.
One.
Two.
Damien was forced a step backwards by the impact of the bullets. The first shook his left shoulder which immediately fell to his side, numb. The second tore into the sinews between his neck and collar bone. He could not tell if the wound was fatal. All he could feel was the warm spread of blood down his chest and the elation of the Light lifting him higher above the mortal skein. The pain was far more potent bathed in the Light but the same power granted him strength above anything the dregs before him could realise.
Within seconds Damien prepared his counter attack and this time the ground below truly shook with the might of the heavens. A bolt of white lightning pierced the earth. All that remained of the enemy was twisted pieces of metal and charred flesh.
Damien had no time to rest, the other turned from Dane who was somewhere inside the church to face the enemy at his back. A ball of fire sizzled through the air well clear of Damien as he turned to see a dirt-smeared Cartel Light-bearer sway uncertainly in the aftershock of his attack.
There was no mercy to spare on this creature as it had been spared on Dane. Before he could so much as lift his eyes to meet Damien’s twin blades of golden fire spouted to life in front of him, skewering the creature in the heart and lungs. As the creature dropped to his knees, Damien glanced around the room. He saw faces stare at him with revolution and terror. Among them was a tear-soaked Dane Gregory.
“Check the wounded,”
he commanded his guard who had followed in his footsteps. Two immediately came to his side to staunch the bleeding from his own. He looked at Dane. “You. Go with the rest of my guard. Ramirez must be extinguished. He is just a man. You will succeed.”
He turned down a mud crusted street moments before a blast rocked the surrounding area and splintered wood flew through the air spraying him with a rain of debris. Damien intended to wait. The desire to seize the Light for his own purpose was strong. The choice was taken from him. In the seconds following the blast a group of mismatched thugs opened fire in his direction.
Light poured from the cup of the heavens into Damien’s body. He snatched a glimpse of the building that had been assaulted. The sight sickened him. He cared nothing for religious sentiment but a church was a place of refuge and peace, not a slaughterhouse.
The thugs had caught him unprepared, focused as he was. Rounds soared through the air either to either side trailed by the acrid smell of gunpowder.
One.
Two.
Damien was forced a step backwards by the impact of the bullets. The first shook his left shoulder which immediately fell to his side, numb. The second tore into the sinews between his neck and collar bone. He could not tell if the wound was fatal. All he could feel was the warm spread of blood down his chest and the elation of the Light lifting him higher above the mortal skein. The pain was far more potent bathed in the Light but the same power granted him strength above anything the dregs before him could realise.
Within seconds Damien prepared his counter attack and this time the ground below truly shook with the might of the heavens. A bolt of white lightning pierced the earth. All that remained of the enemy was twisted pieces of metal and charred flesh.
Damien had no time to rest, the other turned from Dane who was somewhere inside the church to face the enemy at his back. A ball of fire sizzled through the air well clear of Damien as he turned to see a dirt-smeared Cartel Light-bearer sway uncertainly in the aftershock of his attack.
There was no mercy to spare on this creature as it had been spared on Dane. Before he could so much as lift his eyes to meet Damien’s twin blades of golden fire spouted to life in front of him, skewering the creature in the heart and lungs. As the creature dropped to his knees, Damien glanced around the room. He saw faces stare at him with revolution and terror. Among them was a tear-soaked Dane Gregory.
“Check the wounded,”
he commanded his guard who had followed in his footsteps. Two immediately came to his side to staunch the bleeding from his own. He looked at Dane. “You. Go with the rest of my guard. Ramirez must be extinguished. He is just a man. You will succeed.”