"Paul isn't home yet?"
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Meteo moving his hand forward; Black strings follow his movement, just for them to be immediately slashed into pieces. New strings are created, following up after the previous batch. Each when reaching the vicinity of the man that is running at him - being immediately disintegrated into pieces from the slashes of the blade - falling apart onto the ground as if Puppet's strings were cut from the puppeteers' hands.
Meteo tries to move backwards to make enough space to dodge; however, the knight is even faster.
Before Meteo can make a noticeable space, the man is already in front of him. Blade in hand, held with two of his palms right above his head, ready to make downward slash to cut him in half. Panicking, the soul that just contracted Meteo doesn't ask, but commands, for there is no time for questions. He yells: "Give me full control, now!" A clear panic in his tone of voice.
Meteo not thinking much, listens, instinctively giving the full control to Paul. Him creating in a glimpse of a second a rough edge of a gauntlet that soon envelopes their whole hand. Although the source of the material is questionable, it's hard, really tough, like iron; - Those eyes indeed guide the body to make them instinctively. Later on, if possible, there is a need to study what they are made of exactly.
Sparks.
Parring the blade by redirecting it to the side. This clearly surprise that man, though not for long, for he immediately switches the position for the follow up attack - rotating the blade edge from making downward slash to upward slash.
Doing the same trick - only now with feet, enveloping them with those same strings, touching the blade, going with the momentum, bouncing off of the blade's sharp edge, giving the control back to Meteo, yelling "Flip back!", which Meteo does instinctively. Action, which is impossible for Paul to do himself.
Sorry, but the control over the body hadn't come with the Manual written for it. And certainly, Paul couldn't do backflips in his past life, so it's better to be safe, and leave it for the professional artisan.
After the Akaiboni not so gracely lands onto the ground, absorbing the full impact of the fall, rolling backwards to absorb momentum without losing tempo, he jumps further back.
"What now??" Meteo asks internally, panicking. Clearly this human is not like the previous ones, being easy to cut. Although, it's not that clear whether he is special, or whether mother had to fight with men like him, but clearly those who had been left - been nothing for his strings. So, what is so different with this man to shrug off the power of Migawari so easily.
"Activate your ability!" Paul yelps. "And return the controls to me"
"Am I not using mine now?" Asks. In his mind, those strings that come from his fingers are clearly what he described just now – his ability – so he's confused
"Those strings came from me! You instinctively used it when you created connection with my soul!" Paul yells back
"Oh." Flabbergasted from realization that it may indeed be true, for he made the contract before his eyes fully taken form. So, it's not like he can check whether it was his original ability. But shaking those unnecessary thoughts off, he indeed tries to summon that power of his. The eyes processing the command from the brain, instinctively know what to do. The two soul symbols that are attached to the 2 points of the 8-point star that create his Migawari eye pattern, flickers.
Two of the symbols now glow red, which strains the eyes signiffically more than just using a single power like Rubi'i had previously done. However, the difference is that Paul is used to working on low fuel, so the amount of strain is negligible. The opposite situation would have happened if Meteo were to do something like this alone.
Most probably passing out after a single burst..
The strings that were enveloping his feet and hands detach, separating into their original form. From the fingertips as source, they envelop themselves into flames, changing the colour to the volcanic red hue.
Previously being easily slashed by the man, now instead they are capable of holding his blade back. The red strings envelop the blade, trying to pull the man's sword from his hand, which considering his current positioning of hands, and that he is mid switching the forms, it is easily done. Shooting the blade off his hand and sending it flying back behind the Meteo's body.
Soon, Paul sends next batch of the strings which after trying to wrap around his armoured arm, immediately as if fuel was cut from the source, made the strings dissipate
"What?!" Meteo cries out seeing that not even this much can do anything to the knight.
The armoured man grabs the strings that are left within the vicinity of his gauntlet and pull us with his whole adult strength. Pulling the strings; with his other hand punches in Meteo's body directly, hitting with full force onto the solar plexus.
Meteo pukes out the saliva mixed with blood. His ribs ache, feeling as if about to crack. His ears ring. Body staggering back, bouncing as if flat stone being thrown on water, rolling, eating the dirt when fully stopped.
As he tries to catch breath, he's not able to. He tries to inhale anything he can at all. After a couple of seconds finally oxygen gets into his lungs, making him cough crazily as if trying to cough out his whole lungs. Feeling dizzy.
However, respecting no time out, the knight kicks the rabbit back into the air, grabbing him by the head with just one hand, returning us back to the dirt floor with gravity working against us. Grabbing the feet that whips up from the momentum - as whip he uses it, impacting Meteo's head onto the bark of the tree. He drops us onto the floor.
No fuel is left in Meteo's small body. They are grabbed as some kind of animal by the scruff of the neck. Clearly, not liking the fact that we are still conscious, the knight grabs us into the chokehold.
Meteo's eyes rolling up, struggling to keep conscious as well as trying to get out of the man's grip by jerking the whole body - left, right, up, forward, backwards – anywhere he can. Something snaps into visibility inside Meteo's mind space. The panicking soul of Paul seeing this tiny little something within his sight - he grasps it. Not letting it go.
The man thinking the rabbit had finally passes out after it finally stops struggling, is surprised when suddenly Meteo's eyes open wide. His ring eyes morphing back into the Migawari pattern, the man staring as the green smoke envelopes this tiny little rabbit body.
Adrenaline sky rocketing - Suddenly 10 times stronger - Meteo uses his own teeth to bite – hard - successfully piercing through the iron plate armor, chain mail and leather beneath it. The runes scribed onto the inside part of the armor plate never expected a piercing attack of this type and sharpness. Both Meteo and Paul hysterically bite into the flesh of his arm, getting straight to the bone.
This man yelping from pain, tries to shake off Meteo, however, using the momentum, Meteo breaks off out of his arm by partially melting it from inside with his breath. Climbing up the armour, Meteo breaks open into the helmet by gripping onto its eyeholes.
Making large enough hole, sparks coming out, wide opening his mouth while at the same time strings come out of his fingers - locking the jaw wide open - Meteo breathes inside the helmet with all the fuel in body that he currently has and make the man breath it all into his lungs. Melting everything from inside.
The panicking now knight tries to shake off Meteo from him, however no sooner than the thought comes, as if his limbs were cut from their strings, he falls onto the ground,
Dead. Cooked from inside
Meteo stops breathing fire as he staggers back from the man's corpse. Not having any energy to think or move, the only thing that keeps him conscious at this point is Paul's will.
The green smoke flickers out of existence in seconds, him falling onto the knees, then onto his arms, panting as he stares onto the dirt. Watching as droplets of blood mixed with tears fall from his face. His eyes morph back into his normal shaped form.
Everything hurts, all of his muscles hurt, all of his eye muscles hurt, all of his body shakes in place.
He cannot walk; he cannot speak, the only thing hearable in the vicinity being him inhaling - hard, trying to breathe in as much of the air as it is currently possible.
His heart beats fast, his ears being able to pick this up without even trying to. His red fur mixed with his blood, his ears bleed, his eyes bleed, his nose bleed. Snot mixes with blood as he crawls.
He crawls forward on the dirt, away from the armoured man, trying to get to where his sister lays, blacking out in the middle. Blacking out next to the dust of his mother, where she turned into by her own kamikaze attack.
Due to Paul's will, he immediately shakes off darkness that tries to envelop his mind, resuming to crawl for no longer than a few seconds. Finally passing out as he sees his sister steer up back into the consciousness.
- Elle'e.. - which in local language means "Sister" told in a very endearing way
Rubi'i blinks open her eyes just to see the chaos all around her, her ears catching words faster than her eyes gathering photons to create the 360-degree image. She turns her head in the direction of the familiar voice.
- Ani'i? - meaning "Brother", male equivalent to elle'e.
She's confused about what's going on and why she has this metallic flavor in her mouth. While licking her teeth clean. She doesn't understand why her eyes itch so much, she finally looks up and her small heart start to beat faster due to panic. "Dad.." She sniffles at first, then she sobs, ending with full force cry. "Mom." Her eyes not being able to find mother. "Brother Hee?" She asks as she neither is able to find her brother. "Mitee was with brother Hee" She looks for where she heard her brother before, finding him lying on the ground, next to her. Long trail as if he was crawling to her, behind him. Snot gets stuck in her snout as she sniffles strongly.
She first moves on her four limbs, stumbling up, then hugging her brother as she resumes crying full heartedly.
"Miteeeeeee!" She squeezes. "Mommy. Daddy.. They..." Crying into his fur. Her tears mixing with his blood
"Don't leeaaveee meee..." Her voice broken as she breaks the only way a one-year-old can – crying into the sky. "I don't wanna be aloooooonee.~" Ruby's face mess as it is full of dirt, dust, clay and charcoal. The rest of the body being basically the same.
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Sorelle – By definition the word meaning sister. Within the language in this world, it is as if calling someone by their whole name. It is used when you want your sister's full attention. Male counterpart being "Branir"
Elle'e - being the normal way of using the title "Sister" in the context of everyday life. It is a way of calling the sibling in an endearing - full of love - way. Male's counterpart being "Ani'i"
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