Tides Of Protomis LVII
Myron The Youngest VS Alarick
Within the hallowed halls of Rizian Tower, the first apostle walked across its marbled floors, his sandals clanking on it as he did so. Directly toward a large doorway at the very end of the hall. His face stoic, as per usual. As he entered, he saw a long wooden table at the center, papers scattered along it, with a large Holographic display at the wall opposite to the door. At the table, there were five chairs, only one of which was occupied. At the end of the table was Emperor Selenium Ignatius himself. Minoru bowed out of respect, before he began stepping toward the table.
“I've arrived- your Excellency…”
“Acknowledged… the rest of them had better be here soon.” Selenium responded.
As Minoru got to hsi chair, he pulled it out, taking a seat, taking his hilted blade off of his hip, and placing it on the table… Then, he fell into silence, as he began to recall what he saw on the way here. Though he'd helped the troops he found in combat on the way here, there was no doubt that others weren’t nearly as lucky. This was intense, no doubt. Perhaps it’d been a good idea to begin moving Hajime out of the city… If the boy would even accept doing that much. Would his wayward son ever heed his words? To that end, was a mystery, but he could only hope.
“Agreed….” Minoru eventually responded.
From here, a familiar wild haired, bearded man entered the room, yawning as he clasped his hands together, stretching his hands above his head. Now, the Second, Najeem Al Moussa had Arrived. His eyes went to the swordsman as he stopped in his place. letting him take note of the fact that he was doing the same.
“You're punctual, as per usual- First.” Najeem noted. Gaining a nod from Minoru.
“I prefer to be punctual, unlike some of our colleagues.”
Najeem began walking once more, as he made his way toward a chair, much closer to Selenium’s end of the table, before taking his place as well, before he placed his elbows on it, tenting his fingers, and slouching onto it.
“True enough… Then I suppose the fourth-” Najeem, began, trailing off. As the two heard footsteps approaching the room, they looked to the dooraw, and saw yet another enter. The one entering was a man of a tall stature. His head was covered with Short, dark blue locks that just touched his ears. With shining green orbs that almost resembled emeralds. and green Orbs. His clothes were regal in nature. The black silk cloth decorated by a number of silver accents spread throughout it. Along with this, was a cloak draped over his shoulders. His chin held high, was covered by a goatee with thick sideburns on the sides of his face, the same color as the hair on his head. The Fourth Apostle, Berthold Van Blumstein. He began walking toward the opposite end of the table, Selenium’s left hand side, before taking a seat as well. .
“My apologies… I was giving my clan’s forces some directions. That much aside, If we're going by the usual occurrences- the third will be here last…”
Minoru glanced at the Fourth, as he nodded.
“Agreed.”
Eventually, more footsteps approached them. The weight and sound of which, they recognized. Selenium looked toward the door, as he parted his lips to speak.
“It seems that you were correct… but she isn't too far behind.”
And, in came the third apostle, Amelia Livert. A woman with a snide smile on her face, and a head of silky brown hair, that reached down to her shoulders. A rather shapely physique, and a large bust. Much like the second, her outfit was more casual in nature. A black jacket, opened, as well as a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. She looked across the room, before strolling over to Selenium’s left as well, taking a seat. walking to Selenium’s left as well, sitting down.
“Talking about me again, First?”
“IF you didn't give me a reason… Would you have that issue?”
Selenium put his hand up, silencing them both… After all, he knew very well where this was going, and he didn’t have time for it.
“ Enough... Hawkins, your report.”
Stepping forward from behind the display, was the man, Hawkins. His clothing was akin to the uniform rinmon Oeruna wore, with the exception of the hood on his head.
“Of course, Your Excellency…”
He tapped the holographic display, promptly bringing up a three dimensional map of the Metropolis, and the desert sands that surrounded it. The man dragged his hand across the holograph, and put focus on the areas surrounding the city. A large amount of information displayed on that screen alone, with a large number of red Triangles marked on both sides of the canyon.
“ Reports are telling us that Coalition forces are controlling the airspace outside of the crag, the majority of our defenses above have been destroyed. Outside of Anti-Ship Batteries 1, 4, and 5. And we are unaware of how long those will hold out. Especially with members of the guard fighting there…”
“That certainly isn’t good… Can we call in support from our allied fleets in the surrounding nations?” Najeem questioned.
“We already have. But there is the question of how long it will take before they get here. And that depends upon them making it here, or being able to divert from their own fronts…” Responded Hawkins.
Selenium nodded at this, making sure to put that into consideration.
“And what of the situation on the ground.”
“Right. Our defenses in the crag’s walls have been doing their job well, but, even so, The coalition’s ships are beginning to take the plunge, squads of HAU’s and infantry alike are taking control of the platforms. Due to this, we’re seeing and they've begun landing HAU squads, armor, and infantry landing in the Zaein, Nerum, and Levon Districts…”
Stolen novel; please report.
They went silent at this… Some of the most populated areas of the city were under the heretics' control? The man eventually continued after a few moments.
“In addition- the four tides have arrived with the defectors…”
As Hawkins taps a part of the display, the tides, and all of those who entered the city show up on screen as images.
“Our confirmed casualties are the members of Sentinel 13th Division, Kadmos Myron, Sebastian Heinrich by the hands of arctaius corde, Angemon Myron by the hands of Ren Hashimoto’s son, And Celestina Accconio, by Valerie Wilson and Miyamoto Junko. In addition, The Sentinels have lost another armored maglev, courtesy of the son of Ren Hashimoto.”
“You may exit…”
With this- Hawkins salutes, turning off the display, as he begins exiting the room.
“Hold on…” Berthold interjected, causing the man to stop.
“I want you to inform Zane that the defectors need to be intercepted… I trust that you will be entering the battle as well?” He continued.
Hawkins nodded.
“But of course, I’ll let him know.”. With that, he exited the room, leaving the five heads of the state alone. For some time, it was silent, as the Apostles took in what information they gained. It was about a minute before Selenium broke the silence.
“As I'm sure you can all see,we have an issue…”
Minoru nodded.
“If we are to launch a defense of the capital… we will likely have to deploy.”
As he says this, Amelia turns her gaze to him.
“While it is true the coalition made a mess of things… must we really use a flamethrower to destroy an anthill?” She questioned.
“That statement Alone makes me question how you were selected…” Minoru responded. Berthold leaned back into his seat, as he spoke once more.
“Personal aggressions aside… The first has a point, I don’t believe the Four Tides haven displayed their full power, nor those four defectors.”
Najeem nodded, as he offered his own statement.
“They're stronger than they were those months ago… By a large degree at that. As I see it, the situation will get worse from here, especially with those others that the coalition brought...”
“Even so… I doubt that they will make it past Vogel and Yang…” Amelia responded, in a tone full of confidence, perhaps, one may say, arrogance. After all, it wasn’t as if that much was unheard of from her.
“If they do, however. I will battle that one- Rhuskov myself…”
“Your reason?” Selenium questioned.
“His abilities are similar to mine, to what degree, is anybody’s guess. But, he may very well undo my control on our troops…” The apostle promptly trailed off, as she began to recall some past events… A certain man.
“Besides that much… I sense a certain Familiarity.”
“If we're staking claims, then the Von Zaisen is mine…” Blumstein stated.
Najeem shrugged at this.
“I care not either way…”
Minoru nodded.
“Agreed.”
Selenium’s eyes moved across the room, as it went silent.
“So we're at an agreement… Very well, this session is adjourned.”
Minoru was the first to rise, grasping his balde, and putting it back onto his hip, before exiting. Shortly after, followed by Najeem. Berthold would stand as well, Saluting to the emperor, before making his way out, with Amelia following in short order. Selenium, however, remained there. He let out a sigh, leaning back into his chair. His eyes went toward the room’s high ceiling.
“Arctaius Corde, You are indeed a troublesome one… But you will simply be another obstacle to eliminate. ”
Part B
Within the city, the aforementioned battles continued as they had before. Alarick made his way through the city, flying between the towering spires that made up the area around him. However, a look at his expression showed, he wasn’t flying aimlessly. His eyes swiftly moved across the area around him, making sure that nothing around him escaped his perception, the reason for that was simple.
“I'm sensing another Proto-human… There’s no doubt that I'm being followed, most likely by an enemy. But the question is, where are they, and where are they planning to attack from?”
His question was answered soon after, as, from his right spears of golden light implanted themselves spears of light implanted themselves into his forearm. The Von Zaisen Tsked, as his gaze shot right, and there, he saw about 10 identical attacks coming toward him. He promptly reversed, getting out of the way of the attacks, a good amount, at the least. With two stabbing into his thigh. Even so, he kept his gaze to his right, to watch the man who’d arrived.
“It would seem I don't need to search anymore…”
In the distance, was a slim, red-haired man with a snide smile on his face. Much like another redhead, a white cloak was draped over his shoulders, eventually, the man spoke.
“So you're the heir to House Von Zaisen- huh?”
“Incorrect, I've long since decided to leave that to History…” Alarick responded.
“That so…? Either way, don’t think that apostle guy, Van Blumstein's gonna care. Seems to be a bit eager to fight you. But I don't see why, you don’t look like nothin’ special to me. Basil Myron’s gonna end you here, so it doesn't look like he’ll be getting the chance.”
Soon enough, more spear shaped rays of light appeared around him, revolving around him in a circle.
“This will be a problem… I can't dodge attacks that fast. Light speed is definitely past my limit… Meaning… I’ll have to use that technique. Let’s see the results of my training.”
Alarick snapped, in the instance that the youngest Myron threw his hand out. As the light show began, the ground below them began to tremble. Something followed by downright gigantic pillars of earth rising from the ground, in Alarick’s defense… However, the spears continued going forth, as if nothing was in their parth, cutting through the stone like butter, no effect, a small amount of slow down at the most. Alarick squinted his eyes as he put a hand forward. Letting his protomis flow into his hands.
“It looks like that training will go to use here… Speed doesn't matter with what I have… Void!!”
With the word invoked, the space in front of Alarick began to warp, twist, before a darkened portal, around the size of the blonde’s upper half appeared, Consuming the light spears in short order. Something that painted a look of surprise onto Basil’s face. His attack just disappeared? What just happened?!
“...That wasn't in the reports.. What the h-”
The man paused, as he took note of yet another test in space, now, behind his opponent. The youth silently slipped within, with the two portals closing soon after… Now, Basil was on edge. His opponent just showed up with some new ability, on top of somehow disappearing from his sight. He couldn’t even sense his Protomis anymore… No, this was no time to complain, he needed to figure something out. The man promptly began scanning the area, searching for his opponent. Even doing so for minutes on end…
“Dammit, Where did he go?!” He said in his frustration. No sooner did a portal open behind the Youngest Myron. The man quickly clenched a fist, a blade made of golden light appearing within it. No sooner did he take a frenzied swipe, in an attempt to defend himself… But that much seemed to be a mistake. As Alarick straightened his fingers, a black glow appeared around it, growing to encompass an area around the same length as a longsword's blade. With the glow’s form changing as well, taking a blade-like form. He quickly countered the man’s attack, by taking a swipe at his arm. No sooner did the man's hand, as well as the blade, fall from his body… The man’s eyes widened once more. He hadn’t even got the chance to attack him!
“Devouring Void Blade!!!”
With this, the glow began to grow larger, and wilder, as Alarick swiped once more, cleaving through the man’s shoulder, and taking the entire arm off… By now, it was too much to bear, Basil yelled in pain, as he grabbed what was formerly his arm. He rushed to fly away from Alarick. Eying the blonde with gritted teeth.
“Just what the hell was that?!”
“Something I learned in my months training…Naumov's training was indeed brutal… But that very same brutality has served me well. Sharpened my senses along with this… This is something you won’t be able to defend against. A technique that tears apart dimensions… I can be anywhere-- at any time, you're outmatched here…”
Alarick began to recall what happened as he trained on the island of Yatahari. The 8 had once again attempted to battle with Sokol Namov, but it was not without trouble. After all, this was one of the world’s fastest proto-humans… Alarick found himself in a tight situation, the former Tsar advancing toward him, blade aimed at his chest. And himself, unable to avoid it… Until, something snapped, and a void appeared in front of him. Bringing looks of surprise to both him, and the island's other occupants. Though, it did not last for long, as it was clear to them what it was, an activation. The question was the nature of the ability.
Alarick came back to the present, as he clenched his fists, launching a flurry of punches at his opponent. As the strikes continued to fall, Basil found himself unable to put up a proper guard, with his arm gone, and himself being kept off balance, continually. The beating continued for what felt like an hour, before the blonde reeled back, driving a haymaker into his stomach. Something followed by a crack sounding from his midsection, sending him flying back… With his attacker moving to follow him.
“I won't let you have your way!!!”
With this. Basil sent spears of light Alarick's way, going to meet his charge, as he yelled out once more.
“Stellar Cloak!”
Now, the light grew to cover his entire body. moving, and morphing as he continued his advance, until, it had taken the shape of a knight’s plate armor. Followed by a longsword appearing in his remaining hand. The two continued to draw closer to one another, neither willing to back down. Basil was the first to attack, twisting his body back, and then forth, as he came into Alarick’s melee range, an attempt to rend him in half. But, apparently, it was not to be, as his opponent weaved around his attack… The man’s eyes widened, as he began to look over his shoulder.
“You won’t let me have my way…? I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter…”
Now, the glow around his hand appeared once more, and the man attempted to avoid the strike. Though, it was too little, too late.
“Void Blade: Killing Flash.”
With this- Alarick swipes his hand in rapid succession, tens of times, within a second. easily cleaving through the armor, and the man himself… With the color of the space around them seeming to shift as his assault ends. No trace left of the final Myron brother, outside of a few bloody chunks. No sooner did the void blade disappear.
“I couldn't have the likes of you defeat me… Not before I'm done with that man, Van Blumstein, the disgraced Noble house that sided with the Habsburgs during the war…. To think that one of them survived. Either way, their existence means I likely know who’s responsible, my target has been acquired.”
With this in mind, Alarick continued to make his way forward.
To Be Continued