Kurt and White teleport to Washington, DC after defeating the Weezard in Ottawa, ON. Their arrival is not unseen though and forces lurk behind him as he defeats Leezard after Leezard. Moving quickly, Kurt is able to step in before the Weezard is able to deal the finishing blow to Levina. Unfortunately, the battle with the previous Weezard has left Kurt drained and unable to deal with the wards surround the rider and beast. The Army shows up and assists Kurt in distracting the leader while Levina is rescued, but unable to keep up with the beast, Kurt is severely injured. With both Magic Users out for the count and the Weezard about to finish Kurt off is there any hope for the city? Find out next time on Magical Girl Saga.)
Kurt. I’m sorry, but it seems you need to wake up. He heard a voice tugging at the edges of his mind, and struggled from falling back into the depths of sleep. Kurt! I’m tr..trying… He forced himself to focus, to claw his way to consciousness. Slowly he could feel the darkness faded away as he pulled himself back to reality. What he noticed first, aside from the painful light that blinded him was the awful smell. It hung around the air, even dozens of stories up and it burned every time he took a breath.
Good, you’re up. Thanks to someone… He wasn’t as tired as he had expected to be after he had fainted and managed to pick himself up. Wincing as he was buffeted by chilly winds, he winced again as he saw the devastation wrought below. Fires smoldered away, debris covered the streets and buildings had been utterly trashed. Army personnel moved through the streets and did their job and he must have watched for too long, for he felt a light tug in his mind.
Come, we must go. Where? There is trouble south. Can’t we leave it to someone else? Possibly, but if you can fight, then we must.White was right, tired as he was, he felt energy boiling away within him. He might have been exhausted mentally, but it seemed he still had fuel in reserve. Not to mention, he doubt his complaints would have fazed White in the slightest. Resigned to his task and already regretting it, Kurt simply closed his eyes. Fine… let’s do this. ...You are quite fit for this task indeed.He couldn’t tell if he was being praised or simply assessed and simply decided to leave the comment alone. He felt the solid concrete crumble away from underneath him, the wind and smell vanished and his spatial awareness was once more, shot out the window.
As soon as he felt solid matter underneath his feet again, Kurt crumpled onto it and groaned. He doubted he would ever get used to it, but quickly picked himself up off the roof. Again, a similar scene of devastation was revealed beneath him, but his attention was quickly directed to the large tower rising in the distance. “W-wait… Are we in Washington, DC?” he asked, disbelief in his voice as he found himself muttering the question aloud. Yes, that is what this land is referred to as by your civilization. You should have bigger problems to worry about though. And White was right, he did have bigger problems. The building he had appeared on was much smaller this time and already the Leezards below were noticing him. A few arrow bolts imbedded themselves into the walls around him and he could feel the ground rumbling beneath him, a sure sign to the presence of the Weezard and its mount.
Quickly. We need to find a better position and aid our ally. Ally? Yes. I can sense one of them in the vicinity. Kurt gave a small nod before he ducked, letting two bolts fly over him before he dived into the Leezards midst. I trust you on this…. White told him, though by her tone, she was doing everything but that. Kurt didn’t bother thinking; he was too tired for that. Instead he simply let his mind drift and his body run on instinct. Orbs drifted around him and shot out to blast away any Leezard with ranged weaponry. He fought in the melee, fists guiding spells to his targets and sending them flying. A cut here and a bruise there, but Kurt simply shrugged them off, adrenaline pumping at an all-time high. As the bodies stacked up around him, Leezards lying unconscious or dead in the dozens, Kurt looked around and smiled. I told you, I trusted you. Now let's go. A small nod and Kurt moved on, dashing through the streets of Washington, DC at inhuman speeds. He swore he heard the rumblings of engines following behind him, but didn't think too much of it.
Rounding the corner brought him nearly face to face with the Weezard. At the sight of it, he recoiled slightly in disgust and frowned heavily. It was larger, more grotesque than the one he had fought in Ottawa and the Weezard wore a sinister smile, a predator that had caught scent of weakened prey. It wielded two staffs, and even tired as he was, Kurt could feel that the wards around the pair were stronger and tougher. He spared a second to look along its path and saw a crumpled figure atop a pile of rubble; no doubt the other Magic User White had been referring to. He wasted little of the precious time he had and brought his tome and staff out, the pages beginning to flip furiously as he channelled his magic. Slowly a single seal began to form behind him and it spun in the air as it gathered energy. Evidently that was enough to catch the Weezard's attention as it paused in its advance to turn to its new foe, but that was all Kurt let it do. "Light Buster!" he called out as the magic circle shrunk before expanding and unleashing a beam of magical energy, crashing against the Weezard's wards before fading away. There was a single crack on one of the many wards to show for his efforts. "Shit." Shit indeed. "Oh shit! Damn you ugly." An unfamiliar voice called out behind him as he heard tires screeching to a halt over asphalt.
Apparently, the American military was just as competent as the Canadian, and behind him several Humvees were coming to a halt. A soldier ran up to him and was ushering him back when Kurt held up a hand. “Can you get someone over there,” he gestured at the wrecked building and the Magic User collapsed on it, “and get her out of here? I’ll try and hold this thing off for now.” They met eyes, and the soldier gave a nod before he barked out a few orders. “Murray, get over there. Now! The rest, stick with me and this User here. We’re bringing that fucker down.” A few nods were had, before the fire squads moved to follow their orders. A single Humvee pulled away from the group, kicking up dust as it raced towards the downed Magic User. The rest of the soldiers scattered through the street in their Humvees, racing around the Weezard as Kurt stared it down. Let’s go. Indeed.
Energy wrapped around his hands as the Weezard’s mount charged forward, ripping out the asphalt as it crushed the street beneath it. Gunfire rose and filled the air as the soldiers began emptying their rounds into the monster, but the wards were still fully up. Sparks flew in the air as metal met magic and Kurt dived under the beast’s wild swing. Between its legs, Kurt leapt into the air and pulled his arm back, spells humming with energy as magical circles formed and began to orbit his wrist. The ward was still cracked and he lashed out at it, a dozen orbs crashing into the damaged point. He smiled as it shattered, pieces falling away and he landed atop the ward. Smashing his hands into the hole he’d created, he tore at it, pulling at it until the entire ward shook, unable to take the strain being forced onto it.
As the entire ward crumbled to dust, Kurt leapt backwards. The beast wasn't letting him go that easily though, and Kurt met its swipe with a punch of his own, reinforced by half a dozen Star Shooters. The two met and in the resulting blast of light and energy, Kurt was hurled through the air, landing further down the street in a crouch. The mount saw its prey and charged, the Weezard's eyes narrowing and a cruel smile crept onto its expression. Kurt was glad to see that the Humvee had managed to pull up beside the pile of rubble and soldiers were already scrambling atop it. We might stand a chance. Might.The thought didn't last for long though, as Kurt noticed the Weezard finally getting its shit together and waving its staffs in the air. He leapt to the side and managed, just barely, from being blasted by a bolt of lightning. He wasn't quick enough for the other bolt and it hit him squarely in the chest, picking and throwing him down the street. Tumbling on the concrete, he rolled to a stop, beaten and battered. He could feel his ribs had been shattered, the wind knocked completely out of his lungs. He couldn't take a breath; it came in wheezes, much less curse. He could feel the ground shuddering as the beast approached and he tried to pick himself up, but couldn't summon any strength to his arms. Fuck. Kurt this is going to hurt like hell, but better than dying. Wha-
White was right. It might have been less painful to simply let the Weezard crush him, but White had forced his body to move, to pick itself up. Kurt could feel the magic that swirled within him, forcing strained muscles to move and moving him like a puppet. He couldn't do much more than that though, as adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from blacking out. He'd be able to buy some time, but if other Magic Users didn't show up soon, he'd be dead soon enough.