Chapter 12: Chapter 12 - John
As Warrior stepped forwards, the makes man pulled a glove off his left hand revealing... nothing. He had no hand and Warrior couldn't see up his sleeve to check if the rest of his body was there.
A glowing white orb, similar to the masked man's eyes, appeared up above Warrior's head.
A powerful suction force pulled Warrior, straight towards the orb as if it were a powerful magnet and him a piece of metal, though it didn't seem to affect anything other than Warrior. Thinking fast, Warrior reached up and grabbed the orb in his hand. He clenched his hand and felt a solid outer layer collapse and the inner white light quickly dissipate.
The masked man staggered, nearly falling over and Warrior felt some of the anxiety inside him disappear. He had fended off the masked man's attack, and destroying the orb even hurt him!
The masked man was by no means weak, the orb's strength increased exponentially as he got closer, anyone with a body weaker than his would've been ripped to shreds. That's almost everyone on the Moon!
Warrior confidently stepped forward, ready to take the masked down, when he felt another pull from behind him.
He was sucked backwards, unable to find any grip on the smooth metal floor. Then he stopped, another orb pulling him forwards.
Then he felt the suction force from above, then his, then his left, then below. He was being pulled in six different directions, stuck floating in mid-air!
Warrior's eyes widened, momentarily shocked, but he quickly calmed. He may have been stuck there, but he was by no means helpless.
Warrior reached down into one of his pockets, and into the pocket dimension connected to it. He had had the pockets connected to a pocket dimension by a former member of The Last Stand, who had now died of old age.
In it, he kept all of the magical artifacts, imbued gear, futuristic tech and all the other dangerous crap he had collected over the centuries.
He was about to pull something out when he noticed that the wall behind the masked man had turned pitch black. Like it had been covered by a shadow.
Out of the darkness stepped a short lady, with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had dark blue eyes and thin lips, with an unblemished face.
A matte black cloak covered her from the neck down, stopping a few inches above the ground to reveal a pair of black boots.
If Regan were here, he would've recognised the girl as the receptionist from the Agency.
The cloaked girl moved silently, but quickly, swiftly making her way towards the masked man. Her cloak smoothly parted at the front to reveal a black and silver, metal handle of a sword.
As the cloaked girl moved closer, her right hand, which was a ghostly pale colour, adorned in fingerless black gloves, gripped the handle tightly.
As she closed in on the masked man, she silently unsheathed the sword, revealing a twenty-four-inch, spotless, silver blade that shimmered in the light, reflecting the black fire that danced around the room. The blade was curved and sharp only on the outside edge.
Once she was no more than three feet behind the man, the cloaked girl raised the sword high above her head. She wore no sleeves on her arm, which was the same ghostly pale and completely unblemished skin, like a dolls.
She swung downwards with her whole arm, the sword blurring as it raced towards the masked man's skull.
"Stop."
The cloaked girl froze, her sword stopping just inches above the masked man's head. Suddenly, the same darkness that had covered the wall earlier spread out from under her cloak and wrapped around her head and arm, enveloping the girl completely. Less than a second later, the darkness retreated under her cloak, as the girl moved again turning to look at the source of the voice.
Looking in the same direction, Warrior saw a tall, dark-haired man leaning against the far wall, casually spinning a black and gold pen in his fingers.
Looking at him, Warrior felt like he should recognise the man, and be able to place an identity on his strikingly handsome face. But no matter how hard he thought, his mind came up with nothing.
"Perlito," she said in an impassive voice.
"I don't go by that name anymore," said the man, calmly, "call me John."
"It matters not what I call you, names are meaningless, you still are, and always will be, you," she said in the same apathetic tone.
"I disagree, names may not change who we are, but they can change people's impression of us quite dramatically.
On the topic of names, this is Void," John gestured to the masked man whilst telling the cloaked girl with a smile on his face, "what's your name?"
"I have no name," she replied. She spoke quick and concise, but without any emotion, like a robot.
"I see," said the masked man, in a contemplative tone, "but could having no name, not be considered a name in and of itself? After all, if everyone were to refer to you as the girl with no name, would that not become your name?"
"I don't care, I'm here for the statue, not to talk."
'Shit,' thought Warrior, 'I need to do something now.'
Before John could reply, Warrior pulled six frag grenades out of his pocket, all of them connected to a single string. He quickly tugged the string, pulling the pins simultaneously. He hurriedly threw the grenades in quick succession, one for each white orb.
The grenades were swiftly sucked towards the white orbs and, right before the grenades exploded, Warrior felt the force holding him up disappear.
Bang!
The frag grenades exploded at once, sending shrapnel flying across the room!
The shrapnel simply bounced off Warrior's skin. When it reached the nameless girl, her body turned into the strange shadowy darkness the wall had earlier, which allowed the shrapnel to pass right through and out the other side, acting as if her body was made of black fog.
The masked man, Void, created more of the white orbs near both him and John, keeping the shrapnel away from them.
As the dust settled, Warrior stepped forward with his head held high in the air. He had foregone his mask today, so his chiselled jawline and piercing blue eyes were on display, his messy black swept to the side of his forehead.
"That statue is coming with me," he stated in the most commanding voice he could manage, his arms placed on his hips as he stared down at the three people in front of him.
'Goddamn, I'm hot.'
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