THE ORCHESTRATOR & THE CONDUCTOR II
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A momentary silence kept going on, tensing the situation to its worst. They both waste their time doing nothing. From seconds to minutes, Allen lost himself and his purpose. Unconditionally, he froze but was not frightened by what he witnessed in front of himself. He had his ground; the only matter of fact is the trust that he had toward Noel. Of course she knew and also intended it that way; it was her dead end, and the only choice that she would have made would have been to drive Allen away for his own safety. But . . .
“I know it must be hard for you. Even for myself, if I were you, Noel, I couldn’t imagine explaining these things to anyone; no one would ever believe this at all.” Allen raises his chin from looking at the ground, facing Noel unwaveringly.
“But once I decided to walk away, my gut feeling declined. I felt that my sister, my real sister, was living inside you. In your eyes, I saw her in it.” He gazes deeply into her eyes, confidently.
“So I have never given up on you once, Noel.”
“But this may cost your life, Allen.” Noel turns back, looking at him as the moonlight (of the city's night skies) reflects on her from the window.
“—‘It’ already cost me once, and you know it, so why not let it have me for the second time, right? Noel?—”
Noel smiles, hiding her eyes behind her long black hair. “I had such an insolent brother.”
“But I will take your insolence into consideration. I’m not allowed to lose; I have changed my mind. I cannot let this foolish brother live alone, after all—so, whatever it takes.” She jumped from the balcony, standing before him.
“It's gonna be a very rough road, brother.”
“You know who I am, Noel. Since the day I quit them.”
“Yes, I know. The promising ace that left before joining the Redcodes.
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—But what you don’t know about me is that I am also among the Ace of all Conductors.”
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> Maestro; [a title for the ace of all conductors], is the master of conspiracy. An entity that controls everything limitlessly requires neither an orchestrator nor any devices. A superior ruler of all kinds.
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As Noel revealed her true identity. Nothing was hidden from him anymore. But before they even started to embark on their insurmountable odds, the other conductor had already taken the whole building under siege.
“Take care, brother.” Said Noel, suddenly a sound blew up at the end of the corner, dissatisfied with her speech.
“Since when did you learn that sissy line? Do you forget who you are!!” Out of the shadows charged a strong figure of a mature woman with red hair. She swung her frail-mace at full force after reaching Noel's close quarter combat distance within a second.
“You were our idol, but why!!” She continuously swings her mace; that savage weapon somehow fits her brute character, revealing a terrifying aura. But what the mysterious woman says afterward is even more stunning.
“—Great elder sister Noel!!!!” She yelled and was kicked back by Noel against the concrete wall, which was shattered and cracked by immense forces.
“Shut up, Yurian.” Noel parried Yurian’s fierce mace with a dagger of the Spectre ops. “Just because you inherited my heritage doesn’t mean that I am your sister.” Noel headbutts her and throws her away by body-dropping Yurian. Both conductors cast their hands toward each other, commanding both of their droids onto the battleground.
On the other side of the battleground stood a figure of Noel holding a vial of fluorescence chemical. She breaks the vial and drinks the whole thing immediately. “You were too reckless, Yurian. Despite knowing my weakness, you still bring the source.” The circuit's pattern lightens up from Noel’s eye down to her legs and arms, and the stimulant vial she stole from Yurian clearly regenerates some wound she had in her shoulder, but Noel was nowhere near close enough to be called ‘fully recovered or fine’.
“Reckless? Haha–h. I wasn’t at all, sis.” The muscle head who armors herself in bloody crusader outfits relentlessly swings her deadly weight frail-mace in random directions furiously. She charged over to Noel, bashing over the small shield without even thinking of any plans. It seems that the only thing she worshiped was strength and power. So that vial must be intentional; Yurian wanted it only for fights that she could enjoy. Berserker’s wet dream, this conductor is truly a lunatic; her bloodthirst even surpasses Noel.
Judging from the fight scene, if all the conductors were bulletproof, it does make more sense why they were rattling on each other in melee quarters. So this should be their only vulnerability, a melee weapon. Allen aims and throws his axe over Yurian; she did not even parry. Just like Noel, this conductor reads his move easily; all she did was just step back and evade with the slightest act. She ignored him, focusing on pushing ground on Noel instead; in lieu of her, the droids she bought began charging over Allen. It wasn’t a clear call, but his theory was proved, the fact that Yurian dodged reveals significant clues.
“Hmmm—sharp mind.” After a few inspections, Noel glanced over at him and then replied: “Big brain time, brother.” Knowing that he figured out the conductor's weakness, while she also kept Yurian busy, Noel’s laid trap has been activated. All of her droids pulled up messy Umbilical cables from the ground and charged toward Yurian, tying her up to the building’s pillar.
With Noel's command, the droids yanked the pins on the frag grenades and carried Allen and her, leaping out airborne into the night sky as they burst out of the building. A blinding flash of light illuminated from inside the structure, followed by clouds of dust and smoke that emerged quickly. The concussive explosions shook the 20-story building to its core, compromising its weight balance and causing floors to tumble down on top of each other cataclysmically. The shattered floors cascaded down like an express line of dominoes, turning the once imposing structure into rubble in almost an instant.
“Did we take her down?” Allen fanned clouds of dust away from his nose; the rubble’s collapse had induced his breathing difficulties.
“No. Only the conductor's weapon could take down the conductor, brother. Just like one you had.” Said Noel, waiting patiently in the cloud of dust.
“—Wait. My axe isn't.” Allen recalls the scene where Yurian stopped; it sounds contradictory to what he just responded to Noel.
“Where do you get it from?”
“A parting gift, my inspector gave me.”
“Then that inspector must be one of the conductors. Secretly.”
Allen was surprised yet also confused, but aware of his surroundings; the amount of crimson lights had seemingly increased. Since when did Noel gain more special droids?
Breaking the dead air, Noel raises her voice; she knows what he is concerned about. “I snatched those droids from her control. Don’t worry, brother.”
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“—Brother? So this is the reason why you left us, sis?” Behind the mask of thick fog, a woman in combat armor stood out from the ground, brushing off the soot and debris that covered her, spitting out blood and releasing strong killing intent. Yurian fixes her gaze on Allen.
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