My forces are taking heavy damage...We need the weapon. NOW!!!!
Futile efforts, the figure brushed himself. You believed I had a limit and tried to look for it. But you failed to understand that my defense is perfection. Why would children be able to harm me ?"
The man spread his hands, his slaver-tipped gloves glistening.
I AM UNTOUCHABLE.
Caesar only had one arm, but his determination was unfortunately high. Caesar's body felt like it was set ablaze, his divinity was low, and his physical stamina diminished, but he still wanted to defeat this adversary. If that wasn't the limit, Caesar believed he just had to hit him harder. But sadly, that hypothesis was swiftly put to shame.
Caesar commanded the force to abide in his other arm, but nothing happened. It felt like his Divinity was afraid to activate.
Was it scared of Caesar's death? Or the frightening foe?
Caesar stared up to see the Figure towering over him, as the class held their breath.
The figure stared, then he gently bent to Caesar's level.
You tried your best, the figure whispered.
He dug his claw into the exposed anatomy of Caesar's missing arm, and unbearable pain flooded Caesar's body.
He screamed as he fell, writhing, jerking, tears filling his face, his heart beating desperately. His Scream was enough to send the class into shock, with every student falling to their knees or throwing up.
The Figure dug into Caesar's body deeper, unafraid of the consequences. His claws wounded his nerve, sending raw pain that Caesar had never experienced. Caesar tried to kick the figure, but the force was repelled, inflicting even more pain than Caesar could fathom.
Unexpectedly, Zeus rushed over to the figure, fed up with his companion's agony. But unfortunately, his speed wasn't enough to escape the onslaught.
The figure's claws were buried into Zeus' gut.
What the hell did I just tell you? The figure said, You can't touch me, you can't hurt me, and you can't escape from me.
The figure drew out his arm, ripping out Zeus's large intestine. Blood squirted over Caesar's colorless face, as Zeus knelt in silent pain. He didn't scream, he didn't writhed - he just accepted his pain.
The figure grabbed Caesar's and Zeus' hair, raised them off the ground, and slammed them furiously into the wooden floor. As their body bounced off the floor, the figure grabbed their neck, digging his claws into their throats. He threw them up into the ceiling and instantly sent out crows. Their blood-tinted eyes fixated on their meals, with the caws severing the unholy silence in the class. They rushed towards the two youths, hungry to impale him.
Such strong wills, the figure said. Fed to my flock.
As the ravens closed in on the two nobles, the class scrambled to help them. Time felt frozen, screams felt silent, and the struggles felt futile.
But on this horrific day, another Paranormal occurred.
The metallic sound of gears filled the room as a metal casing captured Caesar and Zeus, protecting them from the starving birds. The metal coffin, a cuboid iron chest, encased the two heirs perfectly, as if it were made exclusively for them.
Sor-ry, poultry. A young voice appeared from the crowd. I c-can't let you hurt brother Caesar.
The coffin was connected to a thick wire, which zipped it out of the sky and brought it towards the ground. Before hitting the ground, a cushion deployed around the chest, dampening the impact.
I am late, the voice announced. B-but I will make this villain put to shame.
Standing near the two coffins was a wonder. The class gasped, and the figure hissed.
What is this? The figure questioned.
In the middle of the class was a 10 creters tall, reddish mechanical suit. It had two large claws connected to a hexagonal body, armed with two heavy machine guns. The body was supported by two pillars of hydraulic pressure legs, with a thick cone-shaped tail on the back.
The part for the head was replaced with a glass panel, as if someone else were inside the machine. The exposed gears made a soft humming sound, with an aura of electricity, crackling with spite, challenging the sinister aura of ravens around the figure.
I AM YOUR DOOM. The voice of Jacques announced, fist pumping its heavy claws together.
Holes opened at the back of the robot, spewing out a thick purple mist that quickly filled the classroom. The purple mist was so thick that light from the large hole in the wall couldn't be seen.
You ref-lect attacks to the person t-that threw it...
Jacques's voice seemed to echo in all directions. The mist stopped at a point around the figure's body.
Oh, 20 cent-icreters. I see
Jacques cackled, with the sound of gears and electricity masking his presence. The figure stood still, confident that no attack would reach him.
But I am just wondering, the student sounded closer. What if your attack gets thrown at you?
Out of nowhere, 3 ravens speedily dived towards the figure.
By utilizing the purple mist to confuse the direction of the ravens, Jacques successfully made them attack the figure.
So this proves two things to Jacques's logic
A] The ravens are alive and have a mind of their own, and
B] They can be easily confused by biological weaknesses.
But as always, the worst happened.
The ravens disappeared at the same 20 centicreters mark. The robot's soft humming disappeared, as if it were running away, but it made a shriek of pain.
The figure attempted to walk towards the shriek, but the mechanical weapon appeared behind him.
Going somewhere?
Jacques brought his right claw over the figure, confusing his enemy.
Jacques was well aware of the reflection ability, so why was he trying to test his luck? The figure found it embarrassing and desperate.
But Jacques brought his claw down...on the floor where the Figure was standing. The claw landed with enormous weight, as the wooden planks shattered, bringing the two opponents down with them.
The figure managed to land safely. He looked around to see nothing but darkness and sawdust, as a foul smell hit his nose. He glanced up to see the large hole in the floor far above, as if he were in a chasm.
How dare you? The figure gritted his teeth, angered that he fell for a foolish plot.
Jacques appeared in front of the Figure.
D-d-do I need your permi-mission to defeat you? Jacques said with excitement in his voice.
The robot threw a right hook, but the figure unexpectedly dodged. He slashed at the mechanical demon, but Jacques swiftly evaded it. Jacques brought his two claws above the figure and brought it down to smash him like a raven.
When that happened, the usual happened. The claw got stopped at the barrier, and two massive dents appeared on the suit.
The figure's eyes were filled with determination, assured that his barrier had done its duty. But like a villain in a nightmare, Jacques laughed.
It worked, Jacques said. It actu-ally worked.
The figure stared in annoyance and confusion. What are you talking about. Can't you see my barrier will damage you, just like it damaged your classmate?
Jacques continued laughing maniacally, like a mad villain who had just struck his goal.
You, I-idiot, Jacques said. Your barrier isn't perfect. It's just a mirror.
The figure's heart skipped a beat. He dug his claw into the Robot's thighs, but it was unexpectedly durable, only delivering a shallow gash.
Y-your barrier automatically r-re-reflects attacks to the sender, nice and simple, r-right? Wrong.
Jacques's claws shot out like a grappling hook, grabbing a large stone across the room. The claw then retracted, swinging the rubble to hit the Figure.
The rubble disappeared, but it caused damage to Jacques.
The force of the i-impact on the attack doesn't reflect on the sender. It travels back to the sender.
The Figure rushed backwards, creating space between him and the insane child.
T-that is why my c-claw damaged my suit, not my physical body. I-it's because the impact takes time to tra-vel. I d-dont know the speed, but I do k-know one thing.
Jacques leapt towards the Figure like an animal. His claw grabbed two more rubble, and Jacques's laugh echoed throughout the dark chasm.
I c...can keep attacking you, Jacques screamed. UNTIL I DESTROY YOUR PERFECT FANTASY!!!!
The Figure stared in shock, flabbergasted that a scrawny, stuttering child could uncover his power. He also knew one thing - THE CHILD MUST DIE!!
The Figure leapt at Jacques, and their blows spread cracks on the walls. Jacques sent hooks, jabs, and uppercuts, and explosions, with The Figure being pushed to dodge them, doubting his defences for the first time in a long time.
They both moved supersonically across the room, as The Figure managed to slit a wire. Jacques's pillars for legs screwed into the floor, and he briefly halted.
In the next seconds, bullets rained. Jacques began to fire his machine guns at the waist of the suit, sending bullets of red steel across the room. The figure dodged them easily, but was cornered in a vertex of the room.
As The Figure stood his ground, the bullet disappeared in front of him, and Jacques's suits took the brunt of the attack, but the hard exoskeleton made the damage little to none.
As the bullet kept coming, Jacques's glass panel cracked. He stopped, as if inspecting his cracked windscreen. The Figure expected Jacques to retreat, but he gave his same haunting laugh.
Oh, I am going to enjoy t...this.
As Jacques continued to unload his bullet, a sad memory crept into his head.
The midnight wind brushed his hair, as tears stained his face.
He stared at the moon of Iago, as if waiting for The Almighty to take him away. At the important party his father threw, he was excited to present a poem he wrote.
His blue hair was kept upright, as his dazzling green eyes were filled wth determination and pride. But alas, his voice crumbled.
Each verse sounded crooked and distorted, as Jacques stuttered through the lines. His tender hands shivered, his bright eyes dimmed, and the halls filled with laughter.
Oh, Henri, a guest would say. Your son is such a comic.
Jacques' two hearts broke, as years of fear, anxiety, and self-doubt crushed his soul. His eyes begged to release their tears, and his lips quivered. Halfway through, he rushed out of the hall.
He kept his head down as the laughs of nobles and elites crushed his spirit. He found sanctuary on his balcony, able to see the grave of his twin brother, Jacquel.
Tears stung his eyes, but his pride stung harder. As he looked down at his brother's grave, he squeezed his fist, and he didn't know what to feel. Anger, embarrassment, anxiety, relief - They all welled up inside of him.
His heart couldn't interpret what to feel, so they felt nothing. Jacques spent the evening staring at his brother's resting place, with his eyes devoid of any emotion. His previous green eyes were dark and swampy as he drifted to sleep under the cold night.
Years passed, and Jacques hated the look the void in his eyes gave off. By masking his eyes under his hair, he hid true feelings and emotion, if he even had one. He felt no hope for salvation, no goals for escape, and no body to burden.
But he met Fenrir, the first person to tell Jacques what he was feeling, even though Jacques never knew.
Just listen to yourself, Fenrir said. And, you will understand yourself more.
The stuttering, the void, the shame - Fenrir took it away, then came Caesar, and Chalybe and Izobel.
His heart began to beat again, and Jacques could feel. Even though he couldn't feel it completely, he could feel warmth, or anger, or joy.
The anger when Chalybe lost his drawing.
The joy when his mother took him to a fair.
The fear when he read the latest "Devil's fright" comic.
But now, his heart in this battle screamed for Joy.
The future Knight was encouraged, as he could feel the drive in his heart.
Jacques rained down more bullets, screaming and cackling.
Let me hear it, Jacques said. Let my Heart beat loudly.
The Figure sent ravens to counterattack the bullets and bombs, with the two opponents in a standoff. The Figure had no reason to fear the cadet, but his body thought otherwise.
If Caesar brought doom, Jacques brought fear.
Jacques unexpectedly stopped his rain of terror. The suit's machine guns rested, as the gears and electricity aura were diminished.
I have to go, Jacques said, the mechanical wonder staring at him. I had fun.
The suit's sound, subtle hum, and aura completely disappeared. The Metallic demon looked like a lifeless husk.
The Figure's brain ached with questions. He refused to accept his present conclusion.
He sent a larger raven at the robotic husk, and it swiftly dived through the machine. Surprisingly, the hole in the machine revealed wires, gears, and other engineering parts.
What the hell? The figure murmured. No one piloted it? It was all remotely controlled?
Before The Figure could calm his anger, a beep was heard. He inched closer to the Husk to see a bright red light flickering in the heart of the suit, matching the tempo of the beeping.
Oh, Sh...
Before the Figure could register, the Husk exploded. White flames spread across the room, decimating the chasm. With a few beams destroyed, the entire biology class above fell into the void, sending the once prosperous sanctuary of education into a vortex of flames.
The Figure, of course, stood unharmed. He levitated out of the rubble, smoke and mist slightly obscuring his view. The Figure was safe from the heat of the explosion, but the sound paralysed his ears.
As he reached outside, he was relieved to see light again, even though he would normally despise it. The Figure's ear rang like steel bells, as his vision began to clear.
Is it...over? The figure asked himself, his body shivering.
Surrounded by freshly cut bushes, memorials, statues, and trees, The Figure felt a sense of safety. Birds sang in the afternoon heat, and the dust from the explosion settled steadily.
Time felt frozen.
But it was shattered.
As he took several deep breaths, his vision began to clear. In front of him, he saw a legion.
The entirety of the first year was present.
209 students stood valiantly with weapons and the determination to torture. The teachers, such as Ms. Fiah, Mr Shawn, and even Mr. Pierrot, were also present, their usual calm demeanor replaced with pure malice.
Caesar, Zeus, and Izobel were standing in front of the crowd. Caesar's color returned as he grinned. He still had his one arm, but it was getting sealed as he and Zeus were in giant cocoons, with Izobel at their side.
Fenrir's fangs were exposed, Martha hoisted her Hammer, Escanor's flames roared, and Aurelia wielded a dagger.
Megara was shocked, as her heart felt like it was giving way. She heard the cries of her mother, and the plea of her father.
You, she whispered.
The Figure noticed another youth with them - Eyes covered with short, blue, spiky hair, sweat plastered on his face, and his arms trembling. The heir winked at the figure, as Anger returned to the face of the King of Ravens.
You, the figure pointed at Jacques. You were the one controlling the robot.
Jacques tried to look nonchalant, but his face won't stop grinning.
His heart beat rapidly, as adrenaline flooded his body.
Yes. I had lots of f...fun. Jacques looked up at the figure, revealing his left eye. His pupils were emerald in color, with his eyelashes and eyebrows being blue. But I was j...just a distraction.
Caesar stood up, limping closer to The Figure. Your sound cancellation barrier was destroyed, and we brought it back up. Unexpectedly, you put one around the entire school. When it gets destroyed, every student from this school will rush out. Even our Headmaster
The figure showed no sign of fear. I just wanted to kill one kid. Why is it getting this serious? It's just one kid!!!
And miraculously, I was serious when I said that all "209" students were present.
The figure sensed a presence, an impossible presence.
Turns out that one kid has a lot of loyal Companions. A warm but enthusiastic voice said behind the figure.
A very familiar voice.
As the figure slowly turned around, he saw something impossible.
Chalybe was standing behind him, with a gaping hole in his chest, but he was okay. No sign of fatigue or pain, he was perfectly fine.
How? What kind of ability is this? The Figure's streak of blood gushed with real blood. HOW ARE YOU ALIVE!!!
Chalybe raised an eyebrow.
I can freeze anything in time-space; that is obvious. But after the gruesome fight during the trials, I started thinking: can I freeze anything just in time? Or just in space? So I tried it. I started by freezing an apple from falling, freezing a galloping horse, or freezing Caesar from getting the last Germa rolls from the kitchen.
Chalybe laughed, which angered The Figure.
All those applications, I froze in space. You could harm them, but you can't move them. They were not conscious or aware. The world kept expanding without them. But I managed to freeze myself in time.
The Figure stepped backwards. Impossible.
Oh, very possible, my fellow. When you sent the raven that went through me, I gambled my life.
We all know how much you love gambling. Caesar announced.
Hey, don't we all? Chalybe replied, as the two companions giggled.
Anywho, I had no choice; I couldn't hesitate, because I had never attempted it before. But it worked, as you can see...
Chalybe gestured to the hole in his chest.
I successfully froze myself in time. You can't harm me, and I am conscious, and I can move. That is the difference. I was down so long because I was struggling to free myself from space, but still being trapped in time. The world is expanding with me, but the concept of time has forgotten about me. NOW I AM UNTOUCHABLE.
The figure's eyes darkened. It gradually went from its annoyed state back to the normal, sorrowful eyes.
Okay, let's get him!! A pupil screamed.
Break his neck!! another shouted
Roast him!!! Another suggested with fire blazing in their eyes.
And in an instant, the worst never stops.
Yerrata Juryegu Kiurhad Idoromoto, The Figure murmured. Enough Is Enough.
The student's limbs began to erupt, splashing blood everywhere.
The student who first screamed got his torso blown off, with intestines, kidneys, liver, and stomach acid flying in different directions.
The other student who shouted suddenly got her neck and spine shattered, with blood gushing out of her nose, eyes, and ears.
And brutally, the student who suggested roasting the figure got his skin burnt off and his muscles and tendons charred black.
Students died in every position, screaming due to pain and fear.
The Figure took advantage of this carnage to send ravens, each bird mercilessly ripping blood vessels and organs from their bodies.
Chalybe backed away from the figure warily, as he stared at the second prince with green eyes overflowing with sorrow. The streams of blood seemed to be getting redder and gushing out faster.
I have to confess that was a brilliant discovery. The Figure said with his voice becoming hollow, as if he was speaking through a gorge.
But if you think I can only reflect on present attacks, you are wrong. Watch as time wipes you all out. Watch as your future, the attacks you are meant to do, your malicious intention, your plans and tactics, become your undoing.
The figure levitated over the ground, with the aura of ravens increasing. Caesar rushed over to Chalybe, grabbing a raven that wanted to attack him.
Let me tell you again, The figure stretched out his hands like a god. I AM UNTOUCHABLE!!!!