The sounds of townspeople shouting and wailing ran rampant in the air, particularly, one who was about to get shot by a troop. After the gun cocked, the guard braced himself for the recoil that was to come after his shot, however, as he held the trigger, something hot and sharp pierced his shoulder, something solid, and very hot. He let go of his gun and writhed in agony as he turned to see where it came from. He saw a red-haired teenager with eyes so serious the guard believed him to be his brother for a second. The next part of his act involved shooting the gun away from him with such a precise shot, the flame arrow no longer had as much destructive power as it did… in a sense, it was a kindness… the arrow didn't showcase how inexperienced he was by exploding a third time. Damion felt great, like the next shots he'd take wouldn't use up much of his energy like the first two did. A smirk showed itself on his face. One of his genuine but always unexpected ones.
With a handle on his drift, archery and Tasue's already working plan, they managed to keep them at bay, shooting, beating and whipping those who threatened the lives of the townspeople first, all the way to those who threatened the former serenity of the graveyard till only a few armed guards remained… disarmed in quick succession after Damion laid his sights on them. With the events that forced wails of terror to turn into shouts of victory, the people forgot about the coffins due to their focus on their lives. Damion looked around… checking to see how the towners were doing, how many were hurt and who needed assistance.
They had gotten the upper hand in a matter of minutes, but battles rarely come without costs. He caught a glimpse of an old lady who had fallen and was bleeding from her leg, not due to the fall, but a gunshot wound was seen from there. A stray bullet must've been the cause. He headed for her to help get her up, putting his hand out to help the lady up.
"I'll take you somewhere you can get patched up," He said. As she received it, the air whistled as something flew toward them, he had no time to react, no time to even raise his bow… however, another thing happened to hit the object, deflecting it to the side of a wall on the street.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" The lady exclaimed.
Damion had no answer, his heart was settling down from the beat it skip as he was sure he would've been dead if it wasn't deflected. As he turned his head to see what happened, he found the crack on the wall, it had the end of a dagger sticking out of it. It had sunk deep enough to cover half the blade. 'What the…' his mind spun.
Confused, he turned back to see two more deflections happen, this time, he saw them clear as day, as well as where they came from. Just a few meters North from the graveyard, a highly dedicated man was sprinting, not so far from him and atop the rooftops beside him, a woman pursued. It didn't take long for their silhouettes to come into both the moon and streetlights. On the ground, the first thing Damion witnessed were the cold grey eyes that never saw him as anything other than a locked out dog for as long as he lived. His black hair flowed with the wind, barely grazing his shoulders with the speed he sprinted at. His entire dark-themed ensemble made it the easiest thing for Damion to deduce. Above him, the moonlight shone on the olive dress that was held on by a simple leather belt, her graying hair that was normally tied to a bun was let out due to the chase, her hair held a ponytail from then on. Damion's accuracy led him to easily see the brown eyes she always had. Ritta and Spire had arrived at the graveyard.
Once his brother was within his view, Spire stopped. Ritta's eyes narrowed as she instantly leapt from the roof to land in front of Damion. She had her bow in hand and was already drawing the bowstring. Behind them, the townspeople murmured.
"It's Spire!!"
"He's come to kill us!!"It didn't take long for the entire graveyard to get uneasy. In some people's heads, they basically rebelled against the government. In others, Spire would do much worse to them what the guards couldn't. And definitely to most, no matter what was going to happen, it definitely depended on the two friends they had just made. And the third stranger who seemed to be on their side."Damion!! Did you do this??!!" He demanded.
"Spire…" Damion began. "Yes, I did."
"You managed to defeat my troops, no thanks to your pathetic necromancy I'm sure."
"I don't need it to get back mother's treasure."
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO WEAR THIS!!" He roared, clutching at the pendant's chain. "Not after what you did!!"
Meanwhile, the motivated towners closest to the coffins decided to take matters in their own hands, one of them began making a Molotov cocktail in order to just burn the coffins and get it done with.
"Let's help the red haired stranger, without these coffins, Spire's power can't increase." They said to each other. Clearly, they didn't know the whole story.
"Spire, stop this!!" Ritta demanded.
"He's your…"
"What?! My brother?!" Spire interrupted. Letting go of his grip on the chain."Well," he continued. "As my brother, he should've sucked it all up!! The beatings!! the endless training!! If he wasn't pathetic, we wouldn't be here right now!! He…" A sudden swing of a leather whip shot toward Spire. He kicked it away, deflecting it… a mistake on his part. A sudden pressure then caught Spire, he began feeling heavy, like he was being pulled to the ground. He fought it, but eventually was pulled down to one knee.
"What… is… this…" He hissed.
"Don't talk to aniki like that!!" The whip recoiled back to Tasue's hand as she landed right behind Damion.
"A… child?! A child does your bidding?!?!… Is this how far… you've fallen… DAMION?!?!"