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“We have to get Flashy away from him,” Garrinski stated to the crewmen present.
Sam’s eyes were glued to his swords, now hovering just a few yards above his head.
“You death will come by your own blades.” said Lyod faintly. His left arm was outreached to the two floating swords now above the Legacy crew.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Nicholas questioned, bedazzled by the ghostly display above him.
Garrinski’s eyes flared open as the hooded man before him motioned his arm downward.
“Look out!” Garrinski yelled.
Sam rolled to his side, as his katana buried itself into the ship’s deck. Nicholas had blocked the black sword with the protective plating on his gauntlets and was now trying his best to impede the invisible force that was pushing it against his form with full strength. After a few seconds of this struggle, a powerful tug was felt at Nicholas’ arms. His gauntlets were being pulled by something! Before he could react, the large man was thrown to the midsection of the ship. Head first, he was projected into the ship’s main hall, through it’s outer wall. Crazy ran to the aid of his ally, stumbling from the fresh wounds in his leg and side.
“Weapons will do us no good…” Garrinki said, looking at Sam who was holding his implanted katana firmly, trying to rise to his feet.
“What? What do you mean?” Sam asked. His voice was gruffer than normal, due to his recent medical relapse.
“This man, Lyod Estagon. He’s definitely different from any ordinary man.” Garrinski began to explain.
“That goes without saying at this point buddy.” Sam responded.
“Well to put it simply, this Admiral has an affinity with magnetism.” continued Garrinski.
“Simply that would mean?” asked Sam, looking puzzled.
“We’re dealing with a man who can control metal objects.” Garrinski stated. “Now would be a great time to thrown away anything that he might be able to use against us.” Garrinski eyed Sam’s sword for a moment, before his attention shiftied back at the admiral. The deck shook violently for a moment and a loud cracking could be heard by all on the passenger vessel.
“Sam! We’re back.” called out Red. Red and Vash had finally sailed their commandeered ship right into the rear deck of the ship. They jumped down and rushed to the rest of the Legacy crew. Before the two men could come with twenty feet of Garrinski and Sam, a piercing noise could be heard below them. In a crash of wood and dust, the giant anchor that had rested a floor below everyone’s feet had reappeared into the air once again. Lyod was intently focused on hitting his target this time and with both hands he motioned the enormous metal shard at Vash and Red. Although the speed seemed to be increased from when Garrinski had evaded it the first time before, the two men had no problem eluding any potential damage.
“In the presence of an Immortal and you refuse to cease. The futility of your actions will now be realized.” Lyod announced. He motioned with his right hand to the sword now gripped by Sam. Into the air the swordsman was hoisted, clinging to his precious blade. The anchor came out of the deck once again as well, directly behind Sam.
Red called out, but it was too late. The burly blacksmith was sent flying with a crushing blow from the massive ship anchor. His body flew over the side of the ship and into the sea. Garrinski made one step towards the railing before he stopped. In a blur of motion Red rushed over the side of the ship and disappeared from sight.
“Enough! You retrieve the wounded, I’ll claim this man’s head.” Vash growled at Garrinski. Nicholas had emerged from the wrecked wall, with Crazy carefully propping him up. A voice came to Vash’s ears, but it was to go ignored by the blind man. Sword after sword levitated and launched itself at the quickly advancing Vash. He skillfully deflected and dodged each unmanned attack sent his way and prepared for his eminent attack. Lyod raised his head into the air a bit allowing the hood resting over his head to slowly slip back. Both hands pulled down the top of the blackened cloak until a mound of grey hair could be seen. Garrinski looked on as the scythe wielded in Vash’s hands came closer and closer to it’s intended target.
“Enough of this,” Lyod said, closing his eyes. Vash let out a roar as he swung his scythe around his side. The black robe which was intricately decorated with silver and gold disks was suddenly left barren. A collection of eight luminous disks had taken to the air and come to meet Vash’s blow before it could reach within a foot of the Admiral’s head. “You waste of life, you’re in my way.” Vash could feel a pulling of his scythe. Realizing his defenseless position, Vash attempted a hasty retreat. In vain he managed to avoid the first of many incoming razor like plates. Now on the deck floor Vash turned his head to the circular blades about to tear into him. He bled freely now from a deep gash on his shoulder and as he tried to raise his body erect, the pressure and pain he experienced removed the bracing limb from beneath him. There was no time to escape it now. Incoming was a saw edged disk that could severe any part of his body from the rest. Vash sensed his end and it wasn’t until a moment later that feeling was put to rest.
The clang of metal being struck over and over rang out in the blind man’s ears. Garrinski was now in front of his fallen comrade, deflecting the hovering swarm of metal all around them both. Lyod’s eyes hardened at the display and he continued thrusting his arms in a myriad sprawl, sending aerial attacks at the two crewmen from every possible angle. Vash slowly made it to his feet, but was concerning himself only with the man who was positioned in front of him.
“What is this?” Vash asked disdainfully.
“His power to control metal material, puts us at a slight disadvantage, well must of us anyway.” Garrinski said.
“Not that you fool. I didn’t ask for you to step in and you put his life at risk.” Vash motioned to Flashy.
“He’s still breathing, as you are. But only one of you can stand, so get up and stay alive.” Garrinski said, sounding annoyed by the blind man’s objection.
Nicholas had regained his composure and was now at Flashy’s side. Crazy waited for his friend by the edge of the ship, watching Nicholas scoop their fallen ally off the deck and turn back to center of the ship. Lyod had taken notice of this scene and redirected his focus to the giant man retreating away. Garrinski had also realized this potential risk well before Lyod take notice and made a quick advance into the path of Nicholas and Flashy. He managed to prevent any substantial damage, but an elusive disk did manage to get by and cut Nicholas directly above his right heel. Flashy rolled off Nicholas’ shoulder and across the deck, still motionless. Garrinski was beginning to break into a hot sweat. The effort put forth to stop the powerful projectiles was too much for him to sustain longer than a few more strikes.
“Your life will soon give way to the toil of your weak body.” Lyod said with cold satisfaction. The disks that were hovering in front of Garrinski began to slowly drift away. “You’ve impeded my path long enough, I shall kill you all at once and secure my place among the Immortals.” A single disk floated to each of the Legacy crew members, four still surrounding Garrinski. Lyod was now reaching both his arms out, conducting the intricate scene as it unfolded.
“Stop!” came a loud, but soft voice. In the entranceway to the main hall stood a lone boy. He was probably in his teens, but looked incredibly youthful and delicate for his size. His face was tender, but contorted at the sight before him. Garrinski recognized this young fellow from before. The same hostage Flashy and him had saved earlier before, now stood with clenched hands glaring at Lyod. The Admiral took notice right away. “You must stop this now! You’ll never be forgiven if you kill them too.” the boy looked deeply upset. An uncontrollable shaking was taking place throughout his body. Tears swelled up in his already puffy eyes. “Please don’t… just don’t kill them…” his voice was cracking up now and what started out as a demand, broke into a whole hearted plea.
“Stand back,”came a voice to the young man’s ears. “He’s going to stop him now.” The young man looked up at the sky in wonderment. His mind was fleeting, as he searched for this omnipotent voice among the heavens. Dusk was quickly approaching and the cool setting colors of the distant sun illuminated the sky with deep reds and purples. The twinkle of many stars were already clearly visible and as he searched for his answer the voice returned once again. “No, I’m not who you seek, but the men before you still fighting are stronger than they appear. They just might be able to survive this.”
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Topic: The Legacy: Chapter 14- At the Threshold
Posted on April 22, 2009 01:25
