Snippet #2461797

Carrie was reluctant at first... As she put on her bag, she swallowed a huge blob of fear down her throat before she told Soul about the pin."H-Hana. Sh-she's outside." She turn to point at the door but just as she was raising her finger, she saw the fight that was unfolding outside. The ghouls hopped, crawled and slashed all the while the villagers held their ground. But not for long. Soon, they were scattered and each men was left to fend for themselves. The door was still opened ajar if the men and women outside needed to retreat but near the door.

Outside, the moon was bright. Outside, there was pain.

From inside the whisper-filled church, Carrie watched the battle, shrinking with fear. No, now's not the time to be frightened. Over there, men and women alike were trying their best to keep the ghouls out. She's in here among many other people around here. She shouldn't be afraid. They should be. Not her. No...

Slowly, her feet, as if by instinct, carried her closer to the door. Her eyes wide and her upper lip slightly raised, Carrie found herself trudging towards the battle. She could feel someone pulling her back in once more but she kept her pace, attracted by some unknown need to be there, outside. But as her hand reached for the door, a single drop of tear raced down her pale cheek and she blinked. She was nearly outside now and as she had just touched the door of the church, she heard his scream.

Over there, with crimson liquid pouring out from his mouth, a middle-aged man groaned loudly. There was something about him. He was clearly in need of medical attention but that wasn't it. As she was standing there, unflinching by the fight that was around her, she felt weak. This wasn't like the weakness she felt when she was humiliated in class. No. This was different. The pain was greater but she also felt something else simply by just standing here in this fulcrum of life and death. Yes, she felt it. It was small but she felt power embedded within the fear. She felt her breath was quickly getting heavier and she immediately realized that this feeling of power was not new. No, she felt the same when she saw that blue water-glass covering the entire village. Another tear ran through her cheek as she inhaled the dense air deeply. She walked towards the bleeding, slowly. That's when she saw the ghoul. It had lurched for the man. But just as quickly as it came, it died.

A yellow flash. Wind. Sharpness. She could feel all three of them sliding past her, dancing in the air, like wasps. Yes, wasps. Yellow. Swift. Deadly... Power.

For a second, she was in awe again but no, this wasn't the power that she felt before. This was different. She looked around. Most of the ghouls were killed by this ballad of wasps. Now was her chance. She ran towards the bloody man and gently grabbed his arm. "C-come! Hu-hurry! G-Get in!"


Bolg on ther other hand, was just about to Ax another ghoul. This one was one of the ones who had tried to flank him. Ha! You can't trick old Bolg like this! Just as that disgusting creature had leaped for him, he managed to score a punch right between the eyes. BAM! Haha! You little prick! How do you like that?

That ghoul had lost its momentum and was knocked back down to the dirt. It laid on the ground now and Bolg had his ax ready to chop but then she stole his kill. Swoosh. Black blood splattered out and the ghoul soon burned in a fiery blaze. Bolg smirked. About time she showed up.