《Dirge》Motley 1.10-2
Advertisement
I set out and, scaling back over the wall, took up my bike to go as fast as I could. My feet were killing me, but I still had steam.
Aku had my path back to Kendall. I was far behind. I didn't regret going after Anna, but the situation had been unfortunate.
After a while of intense and uncomfortable peddling, Kendall radioed. "We're in the street cleaner, ditch the bike."
I threw the bike away and jogged up to the street cleaner. Kendall and Odessa were in the cockpit. They opened the door for me and I climbed in.
"Alright," Kendall said and addressed someone distant. "This is Kendall. My Summons are present. There're enemies between... Yes, we can... Thank you, sir." He looked to us. "They've agreed to stop for only a short time, so we can catch up. The Utopians are assaulting them, but they're protected. Moment we step out, they'll focus us. Stay close to me." He jumped out the door.
Odessa and I followed. We quickly came into sight of the energy dome which held the Anarchists within. On rooftops above and on ground beside Utopians assailed the shield to no avail.
We made an immediate run into the open, with Kendall leading. Holding a handful of cards in his left, he transferred one to his right. The first Utopian to spot us created a rune in the air and with a punch transformed it into a black projectile.
Kendall released his card and it met the attack, forcing it to stop dead against an invisible barrier. He followed up with the same defense as two more attacks were levied. He was creating a path to the shield for us, between his dolled out invisible walls.
Odessa was holding her sword up, which protected a significant portion of her body mass. She pulled me behind her as a dark wave slipped between the barricades and hit us. Her feet lost traction as the wave tried to carry us with it, skidding. I braced behind her and she was able to force her sword forward, slicing through the miasma before it could push us out of cover.
Advertisement
I shot out at those I thought I could hit. They weren't covered well and were caught unaware. Only moments had passed. We were nearing the discolored field which promised safety.
"I'm going all out!" Kendall shouted, retrieving a different deck from his pocket. He had run out of shield cards and had resorted to his fire spells.
Many of these students were not as educated as him, fewer still approached his power level, apparently. He let loose carnage.
Rolling cloaks of smoke billowed out from the explosions and liquid flame that doused the area. Kendall furiously threw out cards, bathing the area in fire. Those in the field were protected, so he didn't hold back.
Buildings were collapsing. I was holding my breath the smoke was so thick as we broke through. We passed easily through the membrane of the shield and Kendall, sweeping hair out of his face, walked breathlessly into a handshake.
We kept our momentum and survived.
Kendall had carried us through.
An older gentlemen, Professor O'Reilly, I guessed. "Fine work, Kendall," he said. "Cobb was a tough old bird." He was stocky in build, wearing an Eidolon suit. He was balding, which seemed like something he could have had fixed.
"It was a... group effort... This is a strong field," Kendall said, his eyes searching. They found who they'd sought as an Arabic man in a similar suit to O'Reilly, but clearly more time preserved in face and body, came out of the crowd.
"Inside here, we're slowed to near absolute zero," he said.
Kendall went to shake his hand. "Professor Ali," he said. "Chronomancy is exceptional. That's what this is?"
"To speak to God on his own terms, we must know him. Chronomancy is something I have only scratched the surface of, in my time," Ali said sagely.
Advertisement
I made a note of that.
"We're mobile," O'Reilly said. "When the shield speeds up, so do we, temporally. We're going to make a push to the Statehouse, and try to secure it. You're in, Mister Kendall?"
Kendall glanced at us. Sounded good, so I nodded. "I am," he said, resolved.
"Onward then. Ali?" O'Rielly asked.
Ali stood in the middle of the bubble and started to physically push against an invisible barrier. The shield moved forward, and we walked with him.
That's one way to move it.
We marched on as a small army of Anarchists.
To victory.
Advertisement
-
In Serial33 Chapters
The Riddle of Lead: Requiem of the Gun Knights
Imperial Gun Knight Rathus McGaff must journey through fantastic lands filled with mythical beasts, murderous civil servants, and delusional assassins as he attempts to right wrongs and survive. Armed with an assortment of firearms and trained in the ancient art of Puroreso, Rathus travels with a motley crew of friends and associates as he navigates through the collapsing Empire and a dangerous Rebellion. All the while, the invention of a new weapon looms on the horizon, threatening to overturn the very nature of the world, and forever change the face of battle. (Cover is temporary. Glory is eternal. Please make my cover your phone wallpaper) Boost Riddle of Lead on TopWebFiction Click here to join the Riddle of Lead Discord!
8 175 -
In Serial10 Chapters
A New Life
Davin Benjamin was posed a question that no one ever hopes to face. To be able to live a life with full mobility, or to be able to see his family, at least for a significant portion of time. Follow his journey, and watch him overcome struggles that many would stumble at. I took the picture used as the cover, though it was edited with Befunky, not that I paid for anything.
8 110 -
In Serial27 Chapters
Shadows in the Dawn Mist
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] - Winner November 2020 When a young woman is lured back to her homeland for the opportunity of a life time, she must face old fears. But never would she think that facing up to her past would change everything. Is History written by the victors, or by someone or something else...? *** I started writing this a few years ago and eventually fell out of love with it. I never finished it and my newer books are being written in different writing style, and genre with a more planned process. I decided to revisit it for the writathon and found that it wasn't as hopeless as I'd come to think. Hopefully, I've improved as a writer since them so the consistency may vary. Its been good to revisit and analyse my writing which I feel used to have some clunky and obvious dialogue which I'm trying to fix. This will always be my first novel and I hope, with a little exposure, I may come to like it again. Thanks for reading!
8 245 -
In Serial10 Chapters
camillea
love,drugs & rock n roll.Ini coretan buat gadis alpha berkaca mata.
8 177 -
In Serial49 Chapters
Private school || dnf
Class clown? Gay? Homophobic parents? George is on his last chance in school, and at home. Suspensions, school pranks, failing classes, coming out. Wait what? George's parents, or the devils as he would call them. Homophobic, strict, stupid and loud. When George annoys his parents for the last time they sign him up for private school and ship him off to America, but when George starts hanging out with his friends and they start getting along, does George really want to continue this 'war'?TW: Swearing 😍😙 in every chapter btw 😀School AU btw 💃Dreamnotfound✨✨I only ship their personas not them as real people 😌✌️There might be TW but I'll put a warning at the start! Love ya! -ya <3
8 100 -
In Serial69 Chapters
Contrasting Similarities
How can people be so similar yet so different?How can situations be strange yet so familiar?Twins Amira and Aurora were put under the custody of their mother when they were five. So much has happened since then. But what was the worst was the loss they've experienced. The sadness one of them has felt and the pain she has endured.They live for each other. They have their contrasts and their similarities. But one thing for sure is common.Priorities. The first priority is their other half. Their twin.But what happens when the situation leads them back to their brothers who were left in their biological father's custody? What happens when they finally receive the sibling love they couldn't give each other yet they both craved? What happens when they are forced to escape their own bubbles and experience what true care and affection is?And along the way, they discover the contrasting similarities, that help them heal and discover a different kind of love yet so similar.TW: Mentions of Abuse, Death and Schizophrenia.
8 199
