Serpent Soul's hunt for the King of thieves!((Job)Kihia, Naraca, and Kyoniking)

Quincy started to panic when she turned around. She saw Kihia bleeding out behind her. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw him. Losing balance she ran over to him and grabbed him up over her shoulder. Seeing the blood made her dizzy but she knew that if she didn't grab him he was gone for. "And you were worried about me" she said in a soft tone nearly whispering in his ear. She took a deep gulp feeling blood drip onto her clothing. Good thing she was completely covered in her dessert gear to make sure that it didn't touch her skin.

"Naraca Im going to get him to safety and do what I can to stop the bleeding. The lacrima are in the third building to the right." She ran and pretty much let Kihia drag across the ground until she got him in an abandoned building. She took off her large outfit to reveal her in a small tanktop under. Ripping apart the rags she noticed his arm was made of ice. She knew something was off about his grip but she didn't freak our about that more than the fact that he was bleeding in front of her. She wrapped the strips of cloth on the wounds as tight as she could and waited for Nara to come and grab them. Then she realised that its been almost thirty minutes, her thunder crasher was about to give out. "C'mon Nara come and get us quickly."

(Rolling post)

The member 'Naraca Breaker' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

'Monster Dice' :

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.

Kihia formed a faint smile as Quincy dragged him to safety, “Heh…your safety…and everyone elses…always comes before mine…because of the vow….I made.” Kihia had to grip Icarus in his left hand, he has lost most motor control in his right arm due to the damage on it. When they got to an abandoned building Quincy had started bandaging his wounds, “Quincy… calm down…I won’t succumb to these wounds…this isn’t the first time I dealt with the drawbacks of the spell….nor will it probably be the last…” Kihia slowly looked down at his damaged right arm, “I just didn’t want you…all…to see…” Kihia stopped when Naraca burst through the ceiling. Kihia had jumped a bit when this happened, and then let out a shallow sigh of relief when he saw Naraca had procured the Lacrima.

“Come on, We don’t have any time to waste.” Naraca had said this shortly after he landed. He had motioned for Quincy to hold onto his neck and outstretched his left hand for Kihia to grab onto. Kihia nodded and started to open up his right hand a bit so he could try and hold Icarus with it. The hand made numerous cracking and popping sounds until Kihia stopped opening it and he then placed Icarus onto the palm of his right hand and slowly made his right hand grip Icarus tightly. Kihia then took Naraca’s left arm and nodded to signal he was ready,

Quincy started to feel dizzy, dizzy enough to pass out on the spot. The lightning from her body started to fade away back unto the atmosphere. She knew that she needed to leave imediately. She ran to Nara not noticing anything else going on. She latched onto the large mans chest and let out a small pulse of electricity that drained her of all her magical energy. Her vision only let her see a few feet in front of her. She saw the big man carry the large lacrima near them. Then she knew the mission was a success from just the sight. Her hearing was fading but she could still make out the sounds of people surrounding them. She was worried but she couldn't do anything about it now and she was pretty sure that Kihia probably couldn't do it and maybe Naraca could but it would be risky.

She was too tired and started to zonk out. She placed her head against Naraca's shoulder and whispered softly "Get us out of here big brother" After saying that she pretty much passed out while wrapped around him using her arms latched around his large body. She was hoping that this was it. This mission drained so much out of her and her team that she knew it was going to be a while before they do another mission.

Kihia's arm looked bad...There was a desire to ask how is arm got like that, however like asking anyone how they got an injury on there body, it would have to be done at the right time. So he stuffed his worry about the boy's arm into the back of his mind for now. Yet it did amaze him still...
He got down on one knee and he took a strong grip of Kihia's hand, Naraca's hand more like a bear paw as it almost completely wrapped around the Ice's boy's hand. He let Quincy climb onto him, he waited until she secured herself onto him. Upon being ready she whispered to him, calling him "Big Brother" the phrase caused a blink from his eye's and a very quiet but quick inhalation of air. The phrase, or rather the title, had stuck with him for a very long time.

Once they were both as secure as they could be, he stood up and reached his hand towards the large lacrima. He found the best possible hand hold could and wrapped his fingers around it and locked his hand on the lacrima as best as he could.
Now this truly would be a site to see...A flying man carrying a boulder in one hand, a man with an arm made of ice in the other, and a little girl as a back pack. If Naraca felt like a pack mule before, this would certainly be one of those times.

"Hold on tight, going up is gonna be the hardest part, after that though it'll be a smooth ride." He warned them as he looked up in the sky. He wished he could ascend and gain altitude slowly to make it easy on them, however they had Cartel all around them, and while he was confident they wouldn't be able to reach them, he didn't want them getting tracked. So he'd have to fly up fast to take away there chances of being tracked.

"On three...One"

He bent his knee's slightly, getting into a lower stance.

"Two..."

His grip on Kihia's hand and the lacrima tightened.

"Three!!" He called as he extended his legs up and performed a mighty jump and dashed right back up and through the hole he made. He rose quickly, the house they were in quickly growing smaller below them as several Cartel members surrounding the house looked up in disbelief. The hand he held tightly around the lacrima strained and the muscles arms, chest and back shot out like an explosion as they became like giant slabs of muscular steel with veins. The winds whistled in his ears and his black hair danced madly as the chilling wind beat his face. Despite all the times he had done this he never got used to the feeling of his stomach being pulled straight down and the blood rushing down from his body that caused the strong feeling in his lower body.
The ground below them grew smaller as there view of the ancient city became larger. As they rose higher, and higher, he made sure his grip was strong on Kihia, and painfully strong on the lacrima as the wind resistance on the boulder made it feel like he was trying to pull up an elephant attached to a house.

"Just a little more!!" He shouted to his comrades to reassure them the pressure of this would be over soon.

The sun's brightness seemed even more intense the higher then got. Flying like this was quite regular to him, yet he only hoped Kihia and Quincy weren't too scared by the quick dash straight up.
No doubt they would not be visible at all by the Cartel by this point. He began to slow down the ascent.
"Slowing down!" he told them loudly, his voice somewhat muffled by the sound of rushing air.
He eventually completely stopped his ascent into the air.
"Okay, wasn't so bad was it? We're getting outta here" He said with his question coming with a slight laugh.
Pain continued to revolved around his hand on the lacrima. His fingers felt slightly numb as the pain shot up his arm.

He flew straight forward, going quite fast to make this pain last the shortest amount of time possible. He figured they'd land just outside the town they come from, where there contact was.
The trip felt like hours to him, yet it was only 10 minutes before he could descend down the air gently. It took some time to descend without too much discomfort, but before they even reached the ground, as soon as they were close enough Naraca intentionally dropped the lacrima and let it fall on the soft sand. The drop wouldn't damage it, just create a loud boom as it hit the ground. Freeing his hand from it was completely stiff for a moment and tingling with numbness as he slowly tried to relax his hand.

He landed on the ground softly, letting Qunicy climb off him and releasing Kihia's hand. Naraca himself fell to his knee's and dug his hand in the warm sand to let it relax. Yet with his hand in pain like this he remembered Kihia's arm.
He looked up at the boy, he didn't want to straight up ask him how he lost his arm, so he elected to ask something a bit more around the million dollar question.

"Your arm, has it always been like that?" He asked before taking a few deep breaths to control his breathing after going that entire physical struggle.

Kihia grunted in pain as they took off, having his blood rush to the lower parts of his body added to the pain to a degree due to his injuries. Kihia endured the pain best he could, all the while maintaining his grip both on Icarus and Naraca’s left arm. Kihia endured the pain as Naraca flew them to the town the client was located in, when they landed Kihia had let go of Naraca’s arm and started to slowly move to a nearby building to lean against it. Kihia gently smiled, We finished the mission…and Naraca and Quincy…are not seriously…hurt…. Kihia rested for a moment when he heard Naraca ask a question, “Your Arm, has it always been like that?”

Kihia froze for a second, his left hand clenched into a fist grabbing a handful of sand in the process, My arm… Kihia opened up his left hand and shakily took off the remains of his shirt, revealing more puncture marks and covered up his right arm that was still holding Icarus. His face had darkened a tad, Kihia kept looking at his right arm that was now covered up by the remains of his shirt. After a moment, Kihia finally responded, his voice was quiet, and scared, “Not…exactly….it...has been….roughly fifteen years…since….” Kihia didn’t finish his sentence, he was tired, in pain, and afraid due to a fragment of his past had been brought to light….

After zoning out the entire flight out of there Quincy finally started moving again. Not completely awake though, more of a mid rest stretch. After stretching she fall of Naraca and started screaming thinking that he actually dropped her, but no she hit the ground and shot back up like waking up from a bad dream. She rubbed her eyes now half awake hoping that they would be home by now but yet again she was wrong. "That was kind of fun we should do it again." She stuttered as groggily tried to lift herself up off of the ground.

She fell back to the ground because her legs were still too tired to carry her light weighted body. She held out her arm letting out a huff of hot air in hopes that somebody would carry her. Mid rising she noticed that her jacket was torn apart and used as bandages and they had to walk back to their homes. She was definitely going to get a major sunburn when they get back. But then again it was still mission accomplished, they had the lacrima but they never actually found the king of thieves. Whatever that was still one hell of a fight and one hell of a pay.

(Since we got nothing else to cover this will be the ending post)

Naraca rested on one knee for a moment after he asked Kihia about his arm. The boy face clear wrote that he was being brought back in places that he didn't enjoy. Nothing but empathy came from the big mans heart as he listened to the ice boy struggle to answer the question. After saying it had been 15 years, he paused, then stayed on it for a while, struggling to answer. Naraca got off his knee took a step towards Kihia and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Hey don't worry about it, lets just get outta here" He reassured Kihia with a smile.

Turning to Quincy, he saw the girl was exhausted, so he walked up to her and gently picked her up so he could sling her over his shoulder. He'd carry her with two arms but then how were the gonna get the lacrima back?
With his free hand, he took a firm hold of the lacrima again, his fingers finding the best grip they could.
Hoping Kihia could stand, he'd began walking forward, dragging the lacrima on the ground as he walked back to where the lacrima was supposed to go.

(Mission Accomplished)

Approved