Brave fights happened all around the interior walls of Fargo. At this time, the battle of the Mauin duo and Sen, one of Fargo's right-hand men, was at its peak.
"Little low-lives," Sen mumbled as he waved his sword that was riddled with flames—a technique he had mastered in this fight. With a couple of controlled slashes, he soon successfully hit Mauru's leg.
The man gasped in pain. Their equipment had long been compromised, and even more so now that more Elementalist attacks came their way.
It had to be said that even if Sen was a few levels lower than even one of them, his experience, natural bloodlust, decisiveness, and elemental abilities evened out the field. Rather, the only reason both of them were still standing was because of the defense equipment the territory gave them.
The three men were now bloodied as they stared each other down, exchanging a few more blows before having another stand still to catch their breaths. The aborigines were now shaking, barely able to stand up, especially Mauin who had been targetted for a while.
In contrast to the two, Sen—even if he was similarly injured—immediately lunged forward, as if fuelled by the blood that flowed out of his enemy.
The two men looked badly at Sen, his red eyes, and his evil smile. He was in pain, but he loved inflicting it more to others.
The amount of hurt that would come out if this guy survived would not be small. They didn't have to look behind them to know that the various battles in different streets and maybe even houses were still happening.
If they let Sen get away from them, there would definitely be casualties on their side. How could they let that happen? Of course, they had to block him—even if it meant having to risk their lives.
Anyway, in this world, when have they never risked their lives?
They had grown to love Altera during the short time they had been there. Everyone had been so welcoming of them, helping them adjust to a new place and a new life. They helped settle their families and showed them camaraderie they didn't think they'd ever receive from people they only met.
With the noble thought of protecting the people behind, the two sprinted forward to face Sen directly, no matter how intimidated they were.
Meroun sent him a barrage of attacks with his sword. Even if Sen was more skilled, Meroun had been through so many life-and-death situations and he also developed his own techniques.
Clash! Clank! Clash! Clash!
Meroun focused on attacking several spots that had already been wounded, some succeeded, some didn't, and he received similar blows on his own body.
For a few exchanges, it seemed to be an equal match, but one could see with how Meroun was slowly stepping back that he was being pushed.
While the two were exchanging blows, Mauru appeared at Sen's side, in what they determined to be his blindside after fighting for a while.
He waved his spear—an experimental model made by Troy and Brenda—towards this side, hoping to get a lethal hit.
As before though, Sen's instincts were superior, and managed to avoid it with a grin. "You never learn!" He yelled, but Mauru's eyes sharpened as his fingers slid to a hidden button.
Immediately, a hidden portion of the spear shot out, stabbing right at him, and straight through one of the wounds Meroun had been focusing on.
Slash!
"Aaahhhh!!"
Sen gasped as he looked at the spear that entered his ribs.
"WHAT!"
Mauin heaved a deep breath, clicking the button again, and squelch, more of the man's internal organs were stabbed.
The design was not yet perfect, and it would take a lot of effort to set the weapon back, which was why he—or the others who had the blessing to get one—hadn't used it all this time.
After all, what if the attack didn't work? Would they have to go without a weapon? Spears were too big to carry in the space, so they didn't have a lot of extra!
However, looking at how Sen was finally skewered—it was a risk that paid well.
Sen's eyes turned redder, adrenaline still pumping hard, ready to use his last strength to go berserk.
However, in his pain, he did not see how the swordsman jumped up and raised his sword, aiming straight at his exposed neck—
Slash!!
Meroun gasped as he looked at his sword with wide eyes, and then at the body without a head, realizing he finally beheaded the enemy. His eyes met with Mauin's which were similarly wide, as if unsure whether they were imagining things.
Soon, the body fell down the floor, blood pooling out of it. Sen's head was still groaning for a few more moments before finally stopping, and it was only now that they felt he was truly gone.
Their eyes shook and they stared at each other, bodies filled with relief.
Dead! Finally!
At the confirmation their enemy was finally not a threat, the two aborigines lost all energy—falling back on the ground with a flop, and no longer moving.
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.
.
"Ei!"
The Alterans nearby had been rushing their own fights when they realized the two had been struggling. But they were overnumbered and surrounded, how easy could it have been?
In any case, as soon as they dealt with their own enemies some minutes later, they ran over to them with medicine at hand, and their hearts dropped when they saw them on the ground.
"Hey! Are you alright?" One asked, shaking their shoulders, and he twitched when he saw his hands were bloody.
Their armors were all dark-colored to hide the color of blood from the enemies. Unfortunately, they hid it from each other, too.
Their hearts dropped, cursing, with a few trying to force-feed them with potions.
The others surrounded them, more and more coming in after closing their own battles.
They felt incredibly sad at the pitiful appearance of the two and a few women sobbed a bit.
"Are they dead?" one asked, and another almost cried while looking at their faces.
"They're smiling," he commented, sniffing, his heart touched by the sight. Did they die peacefully? He mused.
Pak!
"Ouch!" The man gasped, glaring at the person who bumped his head.
"Stop overthinking," he said. "They're breathing…"
"Oh…"
Some newcomers heaved a deep breath and touched their chests. "Shit, that scared me."
The relief made them laugh a bit, focusing on getting the two's states to stabilize so that they really remained breathing.
The people made them drink an entire bottle by elevating their necks, and saw they stabilized a bit, most of their wounds healing.
The Terrans looked at the two aborigines who had apparently fallen asleep with smiles on their faces, unable to stop their own, before carrying the two to an empty house to rest.
It was owned by a group of guards that had been killed. They knew this because a guard once escaped inside to get some more weapons after consuming all he had in space.
They settled the two and took a moment of breather as well. Of course, this only took a few moments before they headed back out to rejoin the last segment of battle in the inner wall.
Before going though, a few people patted the aborigines' heads.
"You did a very good job, Alterans."