Setting
-Small size village with western style buildings from middle age
-The village consist of 6 houses each owned by a family expect one house that had been abandon since the last of the member of the house had passed away.
-There's a church located at the north side of the village.
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"There, there calm down... She said something about enforcing the barrier around the church. I think she went into that room." Soul gesture at the door at the far end of the hall that was guarded by two man before handling her back her bag. "Here's your bag. What were you thinking running outside like that? You don't look that kind of person who will rush into dangerous kind of situation..."
*Outside*
((Cry : BEN! NOOO! NOoooohohoho! Beeeennn!!! God! =w=))
"Urgh..! *cough* "Ben was assult by both moment of tiredness and the recoil from the breaking of the barrier. A trail of blood ooze out from his mouth, the recoil had damage his interior organs. He tried to press down the injury and stand up which just in time to being knock back on the ground again by one of those creatures. A few of the villagers tried to help the downed man but they are currently in a handful with their own.
The ghoul open it's mouth ready to bite down the man's head. Ben can smell the disgusting breath of the creature inches away from him, he grit his teeth and keep his eyes glaring at the creature. When the exact moment the creature tired to close it's mouth, it was blown away suddenly from Ben. When he get up to his feet and look at the creature he notice there was a sword made up of light impaled into the creature's head.
Closely after he got up, There's a barrage of swords made up of light bursting out from the direction of the forest and head towards the outer layer of the swarm of ghouls. Those creatures that were impaled by the sword were burned and turned into ashes.
The number of ghouls decreased dramatically in a fast rate as a yellow flash darts around the ghouls surrounding the village.
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.
Two of the ghouls tried to jump at them but failed to do so as they were shot down during mid air by another light energy sword projectile.
"God d*mn, I know that girl is good but I never though she able to reach this level. Look at those ugly went down faster than Bolg can say 'I am not dramatic!' "
Bolg, however, grimaced as he looked at his own black-stained knuckles. Ack. Disgusting. He looked around, the battle now over. "All right! Get the wounded inside!" He checked the roofs of the houses to see if Moon was up there.
"Here, I think this is her book. Keep it for her now." Moon passed the book to the boy. "I got something to ask you two... but you two seem not in a good condition for that right now so... just go ahead and rest up first."
"...Nothing. You two should rest up here for the night. I will tell the nun here about you two to let you stay for the night. Well, I will see you tomorrow." With that, she turn and leaved from the two.
"Wait... thank you..." he spoke out to the bondle girl when she was leaving. The bondle girl merely relipied with a nood and a smile then proceed to leave.
"...Nothing. You two should rest up here for the night. I will tell the nun here about you two to let you stay for the night. Well, I will see you tomorrow." With that, she turn and leaved from the two.
"Wait... thank you..." he spoke out to the bondle girl when she was leaving. The bondle girl merely relipied with a nood and a smile then proceed to leave.
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For a while, Carrie eyes were shut tight. She could feel someone else holding her hand, it was a woman Carrie could tell. A breeze, no, it's no breeze, it was different and it blew constantly right next to her. A fan, yes, that's it. There was also the sound of a cat. He meowed noisily... then she felt her feet being rubbed by fur. Little Junior was hungry again. "Junior! All right. All right. Stop bothering us. I will feed you." There was a scent of mint in the air, when the woman spoke. Then, there was the music. It was familiar, all too familiar. "All right. Wait. Just one moment. No peeking!" And Carrie didn't for she was blindfolded, "Here. My mother gave it to me when I was your age. Now, I give it to you." Carrie felt something small and metallic in her hands. "Now, I'm going to feed Junior. Hold up. Don't open your eyes just yet. There's something else I need to show you." Carrie felt the woman kiss her fore head. Then, the woman left and Carrie could hear the shuffling of her feet as she faded further away from her.
Suddenly, she heard the shrieks of the ghouls. She gasped but before she could do anything, she felt the weight of those creatures on her once more. The blindfold came off and when she opened her eyes, she was at the forest again with the red eyes of the ghoul lingering above her. She looked around, calling for help, only to find the arm, bloodied and half-eaten. Then, inches away from it, she saw the crimson pile of corpses, all filled with familiar faces... the Man with the Ax, the nun, Mia, the Yellow Woman and Soul, who was missing an arm. Around the pile, the ghouls danced. Their eyes soon fell onto hers and She screamed as they gathered around her...
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