Kihia, the kid was tough alright. His last move a shoulder ram followed by taking out three of the gangsters. Yet upon their defeat, Kihia suddenly stopped a keeled over. A look of shock and concern on Naraca's face.
"What? What's wrong?" He voiced slightly panicked. Not out of fear, but out of concern for his comrade.
He approached him to see what was happening to him. Yet his eye's diverted down to Ice Boy's arm.
It was...
Ice?
All this time? Through out the heat and the intense battle he'd been swinging around a prosthesis? He couldn't believe it, not at first. Although he understood Ice Maker Magic was very adaptable, he had no idea it could be so durable.
Quincy came right back to tend to Kihia, she shown a more softer side of her as she tended to helped Kihia stand.
She told him where the lacrima was and that he'd have to get it on the third building to the right, assuming that direction was to his right.
"All right, I'll grab it and come back for you two. Just stay safe" He replied to Quincy in agreement.
So this was it then? He'd have to get this lacrima, then carry it back to Quincy and Kihia to get them out. He knew there'd be only one way to do that.
Yelling and shouting was heard in the distance, even more men were coming...They must have been sending the entire Cartel after them.
Once Quincy stood Kihia up, he watched then them to make sure they'd have there footing before they starting moving out to a safer place.
"Don't you two go dying on me now" Naraca mumbled to himself. His first mission and the last he'd want to have two people die on his account. He'd get them out, he had to. Once they were out of sight, he turned his head to the direction of the lacrima. His grip tightened on the hilt of his great sword and with a quiet growl he began to make a mad dash for the lacrima.
He raced as fast as he could out of the building, going through one of the holes that was created in the structure during the battle. Upon jumping out however, he found himself in...Well quite a predicament.
That shouting and yelling...Well he found what was causing it alright...
At least 30 pairs of eye's were staring right at him. All grouped together like a small army. The black haired beast had eye's wider then he made them in a while. Both he and the Cartel gangsters were in shock. Yet taking one look at them, Naraca could only do one thing...
His lifted his sword up and rested it on his shoulder, spread out his legs to get into a lower stance. His eye's filled with determination as he said out loud.
".........Nope!"
And he turned for the building and ran as fast as he could. There was no way in hell he could take on 30 men in a straight up fight on flat ground. So his feet buried deep into the ground, kicking up piles of sand as his heavy feet carried him straight for the building, with an angry mob of 30 sword wielding maniacs behind him.
He was going so fast the motion blur around his eye's was like a tunnel. Looking behind for a moment he was the cartel soldiers were right behind him. His head turned right back in front and he sprinted as fast as he could.
"Come on, come on, come on!" He said through his heavy breaths repeatedly as he tried to will himself to go faster.
He saw the building that Quincy described. He took a quick, skimming look at it and saw no door. Was it around? No! No time for that.
Rushing straight forward, he held his sword up in front of him like a giant shield.
"Dah!" He roared out and he rammed right through the wall of the building with his sword as a battering ram.
He tucked and rolled the landing on the ground. Looking back for a moment he saw he had no way to quickly close the hole up. So all he could really do was just make a quick slash across the ground in front of the hole with his sword to make a small fire wall then go right back to running.
He rushed down the first hall way he saw. There weren't any landmarks, was this the right way? Was there any markings at all to be able to tell?
Running down the hallway he kicked down the first door he saw. Yet it was empty.
"Damn it" He cursed before going right back to running through. He could hear the heavy footsteps of the cartel gangsters chasing him. He didn't have time to check each door. This lacrima would have to be in a bigger place right? So he'd just go through the first big doors he saw. He didn't exactly have time to logically think right now.
The first door! Yes, he burst through it and found only a secret downstairs passage that was open and had two cartel soldiers about to go down it who now turned to Naraca would burst through the doors.
Without any time to think, he'd just have to run right through these guys. He quickly shut the big doors behind him, locking the door with what seem to be a pathetic excuse for a wooden bar. It would hold at all, not against 30 men strong.
Once he closed the door, he saw the two men coming right for him.
Gritting his teeth in slight frustration, he two handed his sword and performed a powerful horizontal swing, smashing into one soldier and sending him flying while the other ducked, only to have a front kick be quickly delivered to his teeth shortly after.
With the two men down he rushed down towards the secret doors, they were actually quite large, which concerned him. Just how big would the lacrima be?
"Damn it..." He grumbled, looking back at the door as he heard the shouting just meters away from the front door. They were gonna be here soon...
He scanned the room for something that could close the door. His eye's quickly honed in on a lever on the wall. It seemed promising, he ran towards it, pulling it, then running back into the secret basement.
Once inside, he found a crate with a faint blue glow behind it, that had to be it. yet he ended up having to look up rather...High...To see how tall it was.
"Damn it! This things huge!" He protested, walking up to the crate and placing his hand on the warm wood to give it a slight push. It was certainly not light. Maybe without the crate he could lift it, but it wouldn't come without some difficulty, and that was terrible as he needed to go fast now in order to get out of this corner he was backed into. With the cartel gangsters right at his door, and being stuck in the basement with a giant lacrima, how the hell was he gonna get out?
The door was busted open, and now no doubt the Cartel soldiers were gonna be pulling the lever in a moment.
He had to think...Had to do something...
For some reason, his little brother came to his mind.
"Arashi..." He whispered, his hand stroking his chin and he thought to himself. He remembered when they were kids playing out in the snow, making snowmen and trying to make a snow man army. He remembered he'd always roll really big snow balls he could push around and he'd...Chase...His brother...
Like a light bulb just appeared on the top of his head, he had an idea.
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The Cartel members all with swords drawn all were prepared to storm the the basement, there was no way out now. One of them pulled the lever to open the basement. The doors slowly ascended to make way for the Cartel. Yet as the shadow slowly rose away from the stairs, as the very bottom shining a bright blue light. Not only that...It was...Getting closer?
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"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Naraca roared at the top of his lungs as with a mighty push the giant lacrima came barreling out from the stairs like a big rolling boulder, smashing right into the thick of the crowd and either knocking them all aside, flattening them or making them back away. Naraca behind it kept ramming it with his shoulder.
The giant blue lacrima was just like a big snow ball, and Naraca remembered always chasing his brother around trying to pretend to flatten him. This time a simple child's game seemed to have saved his life.
The lacrima rolled towards the door with a thunderous rumble, shaking the ground as the front door was smashing right through as well using the giant lacrima.
Several men that weren't flattened or knocked aside rushed right after Naraca's back.
The beast turned around to face them, his eye's suddenly shining slightly. The air around his hand started the ripple and churn as his fingers curled like they were holding something that struggled greatly.
"Back off!!" He barked before thrusting his hand forward and firing out a large volley of air bullets that rippled throughout the air and had wind tails wrapped around each one. Another ability Naraca was born with, his ancestors carried this ability as well, it was the same as his flying.
The bullets spread out all over the place, almost all of them ramming into the bodies of the remaining Cartel members. While a single bullet wasn't actually that powerful, the sheer number of them was overwhelming enough to push them all back and knock out even more of them.
Right after finished that, he slapped his great sword against the lacrima and shoved it down the halls. Knowing he wouldn't be able to make it out the same way he came in. The moment he got out of the halls he used his sword to make another hole, this one much more massive in order to fit the lacrima threw. He quickly jumped back behind it and kicked it through the hole. Letting it role onto the sand.
He turned and saw the remaining cartel members were closing in.
He'd have no choice now, he already used one ability after all.
He deactivated his swords flame lacrima and slid it back into it's sheath. He found the best possible handles he could on the lacrima then with all of his strength he hefted it up, and off the ground, slamming it onto his shoulder. To which his feet then quickly flew right up off the ground and he was able to levitate high enough to get away from the reach of the Cartel.
Now high enough in the air, he looked around for a moment and saw a couple Cartel members scanning an abandoned building. That musta been where they were.
He stayed upright as he floated over to the building. The Cartel members noticed and just looking up with there mouths open at the man flying in the air with the big blue boulder. Naraca knew they'd just group up below him and wait for him to come down, so he had to make this quick. He quickly descended down, so fast in fact he crashed right through the roof with a loud bang as he landed in right where Kihia and Quincy were.
He hefted the lacrima over his head and slammed it down on the ground so he could walk over to his teammate.
"Come on, we don't have anytime to waste." He said as he knelt down and tapped his chest with his hand to Quincy so could climb on his body and hold on like a reverse backpack. Followed by reached one hand out to Kihia for him to grab on. This would be the only way he'd be able to carry them all back. Kihia would be held by the hand, Quincy being lighter and smaller could just hold onto Naraca, and with his free hand he could heft the lacrima. He wouldn't be able to hold for very long, but it'd be the only way to get some distance. He'd just have to fly fast, and he could go pretty fast. He considered having the lacrima on his back and he just fly horizontally, however with Quincy holding on and the lacrima rolling around his back he'd likely end up crushing her hands or feet. So it was out of the question.
Once they all got on him, he'd fly out as fast as he could.