BOOOOOM.
Naamala perceived the loudest of all explosions so far, the origin of it: right in front of her. The wall on the opposite of her, which Bhalt and Favian were leaning against not long ago, being the origin of this grand explosion. Ears were ringing and dust stirred up from the explosion. Through the dust, rays of light from outside the confined space emerged. Favian was the first to move, striding towards the hole in the wall caused by the explosion, soon after Bhalt strolled behind him. Naamala, with vertigo caused by the loud explosion just seconds ago, decided to follow her newfound companions. Stepping outside the wagon they were kept in, Naamala saw chaos all around her. The train had turned into a wreckage of its former glory, debris scattered throughout the station. Multiple fires heated up the station which already lacked oxygen.
“If one of you find any kind of long metal object, bring it to me, I need a weapon!” Bhalt announced.
Naamala nodded to both Bhalt and Favian, with all three of them entering a state of frenzy, maneuvering and dodging through the blazing fire and the big debris that kept falling from the roof, creating obstacles on the ground. Naamala tried to keep her eyes focused on her surroundings, trying to analyze any kind of danger and also searching for anything Bhalt could use as a weapon.
All three of them stopped dead in their tracks when suddenly a dozen people came running down the stairs they were targeting. Each person carrying one pistol in their hand, drawn, ready to shoot. All of them were wearing a black uniform made out of metal, with a helmet on top. The helmet was made out of some sturdy black tinted glass which made the face of the person wearing the helmet imperceivable. Small white projectors decorated the sides of their shoulders creating a hologram of a Club in red color. Guards from the Club-army. Pretty low rank though. I should be able to get rid of them without much trouble. But what about Bhalt and Favian? As soon as Naamala finished her thought, the guards started firing their shots onto Naamala and her companions.
Favian, holding his hand in front of his face and contemplating why his misfortune forced him to die already, thought he would be penetrated by a bullet any second from now. After multiple heartbeats he was surprised that he was still breathing. He lifted his arm again and was able to see that the guards were all still shooting at him, but the bullets that were supposed to hit and penetrate him, shattered into nothingness right in front of his eyes. Confused he looked around himself and saw that Bhalt was as surprised as he was, that he was still alive. Naamala did not look surprised, instead she had her eyebrows furrowed, focused on the enemy guards, running towards them, while none of their bullets hit their mark.
Naamala only noticed how, all of a sudden, the guards stood still, not shooting anymore, confused and baffled, she did not understand what had happened, but decided to not question this.
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Naamala thanked her companion in her mind. So it was him… Interesting, so he knows how to use his powers quite efficiently. With one swing Naamala propelled herself towards one of the guards, landing her fist directly onto his face, knocking him back and into multiple other guards. With that the guards were able to recollect their thoughts and cleansed their minds, going into melee formation to deal with Naamala, they sent punches and kicks flying towards her. Naamala’s movements in her nimble body was able to dodge all of them, the last punch that almost hit her, she gracefully turned away from. This momentum she used to buffer her kick towards the guard right in front of her, landing her foot right to the side of his head. She hit the guard with such an impact that the helmet shattered, the glass burrowing itself into the scalp of the guard with such a force that blood came spewing out of the head. With this the guard crumbled to the floor.
Naamala noticed that Favian was also fighting in hand-to-hand combat on her left, Bhalt who was on her right on the other hand, seemed to only defend himself, not being able to hit any of the guards back with any meaningful power. Is he that useless without a weapon? Shit, I need to help him. While guards from around her started closing in on her, Naamala sprang onto her hands in a motion to propel her legs at the unwanted enemies, knocking them back. Before she jumped back on her feet, she pulled multiple big glass pieces out of the head of the guard’s corpse. The sharp edges of the glass pieces burrowed themselves into her hands, while she channeled even more Yri into her arms. I need to empower this with as much Yri as I can, just like my teacher once showed me. The Yri accumulated onto the glass pieces in her hand. Naamala increasing her focus towards the Yri flowing through her into the inanimate pieces of glass in her hand forced the Yri to the edges of the glass pieces. This made the edges cut even deeper into her own hand. Biting through that pain, Naamala kept on channeling the Yri, until it accumulated on one single sharp tip for each of the glass pieces. Taking one after another in her right hand and throwing them towards the enemies attacking Bhalt. Each piece flew like a projectile through the air, a sweeping sound of air being dispersed by the projectile until it hit its target. The first piece hit a guard in his leg, completely penetrating the armor and his leg and even hitting Bhalt’s leg on the opposite site. Cries of pain were heard, both from Bhalt and the guard.
Shit, with this much Yri I cannot miss! The guards that were knocked down earlier by Naamala stood up again and swiftly moved towards Naamala, forcing her to run away while focusing her fire more intently on the guards around Bhalt. Four in total, one has his leg injured, he should not be a threat to Bhalt. I need to focus the other three! With that in Naamala’s mind she threw the next glass piece towards the guards, hitting his upper back at the exact spot where she knew the heart was located. The piece shattered through the armor again, leaving nothing but a hole inside the guard’s torso, who quickly fell to his knees. Bullseye!
The other guards turned towards Naamala, while she already threw the next piece of glass at her target. A singular point of shining Yri was all the guard could see, before the piece destroyed his helmet and penetrated his right eye, the only thing stopping the projectile being his thick skull. At this point all life had already escaped the guard as he fell to the ground as well. The remaining uninjured guard could see the next piece of glass being thrown at his face, so he crossed both of his plated arms in front of his face, focusing all of his Yri into the cross his arms formed, the exact location the glass piece would hit. His Yri was not strong enough, as all this defense did to him, was knock him back, all the way towards the wall, knocking him unconscious with a piece of glass penetrating both arms together and a slight crack in the outside layer of his helmet.
Naamala all out of projectiles looked dead into the face of the remaining guard, who had his leg injured and could not go anywhere. A grim smile formed on Naamala’s lips, his chaotic flailing of arms betraying his fear. Before he could get even more scared of what was about to happen to him, Bhalt, who he turned away from, smashed a large boulder against his helmet. While the helmet only showed cracks at the surface, it was enough to render him unconscious.
Behind the body of the guard falling to the ground, she saw Bhalt who had a look of horror and fear in his eyes. His mouth opened: “Watch out! Behind you!”