A grim yet somewhat victorious smirk spread across Yin's face as she stared at the Hunter, impaled by her own lack of foresight. Ilana's clothes tainted in her blood which gently dripped on the floor painting it crimson while the expression of pain lay bare, beautiful strokes of agony brushed on the canvas that was her face, a most fruitful sight for her vengeful gaze. But alas if a lack of foresight was responsible for the Hunter's impaling the same could be said for the Lost Number and the counter attack that was soon to come.
The sound seemed to echo around Yin, grasping her attention almost forcing her to look in the Hunter's direction. The surprised expression only now became apparent, her mind screaming at her for not foreseeing the sound as a harbinger of that hunter's vengeful cry. The probability of evasion had now all but faded and as soon as her mind managed to register the impending consequences a strong force seemed to strike her face, the shock of which sending her in a state of complete bewilderment as if a bucket of water dousing your face point blank, albeit with a pressure strong enough to knock the girl right off her feet.
It didn't take Yin long to regain composure and stand on her feet, an attack of that magnitude only seemed to faze her at best, but almost just as quick she found herself on her knee, her palm clenching her temple hiding her most unsightly visage, one that seemed to share the same pain that the Hunter experienced when blood stained her clothes. While the Silencer seemingly remained unscaved the truth poured itself out in the form of tears that trickled down her face, her bloodshot eyes gazing at the Hunter through the gaps between the fingers that hid her face. Her breathing pattern seemed to show signs of abnormality as well, inhaling alone had become a rather strenuous task especially through those coughing fits that she experienced every few seconds. Luckily her opponent lacked the strength to capitalize and the same was true for Yin, recuperation seemed to be the first priority for both thus allowing both the Asylum and the Lost Number to regain the resolve needed to continue on.
"Damn that smart ass bitch."
Yin thought while keeping her gaze fixated on her opponent, ignoring the pain that it caused her eyes, something as trivial as that wasn't an appealing enough reason for a Lost Number to let down her guard. "This is a disgrace, I hate her, I hate that face of hers it makes me want to punch a hole in it!"
She continued while discreetly numbing the pain and dissipating the aftereffects of her opponent's Alchemy by using her own Alchemy to heal herself. It was no use in engaging the Hunter, especially when her sense of sight had received considerable damage.
Yin's thoughts screamed inside her head as her eyes couldn't help but glare their hatred towards the face that she had started to despise oh so much. What was it about that face that seemed to irritate her so much? Just thinking about it seemed to infuriate the girl to the point where the darkness around her had already begun writhing as if synchronized with the rage that clawed through her skin.
“I've already figured out how to defeat you, guppie,”
"I will give you TWO more chances to get it out of your system.
Hear that, guppie? Two opportunities to HIT me with everything you've got,
with anything you please... but then that's all, it's game-over, you're out."
"Is that so?"
Yin scoffed rather sarcastically, unable to hold back her grim laughter after hearing something so ludicrous and deranged. "Are you that estranged from reality?" Yin's tone was now stable and no longer influenced by the rage that just a second ago seemed to govern her entire body like a puppeteer controlling a lifeless doll. Her frail and delicate body gently standing up all the while those eyes of hers continuing to scrutinize and observe the Hunter, anger no longer reflecting from within them but sheer focus and dangerous resolve. If one had based all their assumption from seeing Yin mere moments ago then they would no longer be able to spot any similarities, it was as if she were a different person altogether.
Did the rage disappear? Oh no, it was still present and growing stronger with every passing second which was apparent by the darkness that had coated her, outlining her, dancing around her and caressing her, giving her a far more threatening appearance.
"What do you think Lost Numbers are huh?
" Yin telepathically conveyed her question, completely disregarding whatever the Hunter had said, about giving her two chances and what other nonsense. "Do you actually believe you are in the same league as them, how could you even think of berating one when you can't even imagine the power that they possess. And among them you have the audacity to scorn me? You have no idea who the 'Fangs' are do you, you naive common blood."
Yin's stance itself seemed to gradually change, it was no longer a haphazard cluster of random movements but a steady and lethal position where she had managed to accurately gauge her surroundings, minimize her weak spots, spread her area of defense as well as formulate over five kinds of possible battle scenarios and in each her victory was guaranteed and if the sixth scenario arrived she would have no chance but to use her trump card and crush everything. While she may not even realize it, her greatest weakness was one that was pointed out by Angel himself when he observed her fighting style in Innocence. It was her rage, while it allowed her to achieve abnormally high powered Alchemic attacks it also caused her to become sloppy, in movement as well as in thought and once she understood how to maintain this rage while not allow her awareness to regress she would become a threat that even her own brother would not take lightly. If Angel were here, it would definitely amuse him to see the cruel irony that it was Ilana who actually pushed that trigger within Yin's mind, allowing her to dig into her own inner reservoir and exploit her full potential.
"Why does that face of yours irritate me so much?" She finally asked out loud, her fingers reaching out to grab that face of hers, though the distance between them preventing contact. "No it’s not your face.....it’s you as a whole, someone like you, who clings to her own self-righteous hypocrisy. Those eyes betray that facade that spreads itself on your face. The expression that reaches out to help any defenseless soul, yet those eyes all ways assuming that everyone around is weak and feeble and needs your help. Those lips always uttering words of encouragement, such bull shit. You are completely transparent! It’s all self-gratification isn't it? You merely enjoy the fact that everyone around you is weak and needs you? That's it isn't it, your desire which manifests itself in those eyes of yours, you desire being wanted by someone is that how you prove your existence? Just for your selfish desire you think you can pity the world and in return the world will need someone as trivial as you? Nobody cares about an insect, no matter how much the insect pleads to be noticed!" She finally concluded, the expression of disgust and hate spreading across her face while that same fowl taste seemed to gather in her mouth.
"I really don't have the time for your two chances," Yin finally referred to the kind charity offered by her opponent. " You have no idea how easy it would be for me to kill you right now.....instead I
will give you a single chance to do what you wish, you can repent, run or attack me for it will all be over when it is my turn you will....."
"Turn to dust and fade away just like your shadow!"
The Lost Number screamed while raising her palm and thrashing it towards the Hunter causing the darkness around her to mimic her actions and form a puddle around Ilana's feet. A tar like substance clung to the sole of her feet while several shriveled up hands reached out from the dark puddle and grabbed her legs. It was a simple bind technique that is solely responsible for hindering movement allowing the Lost Number enough time to materialize a black shriveled wolf like creature, that slowly crept its way out of the Hunter's shadow bearing its fangs and restless to plunge it within her skin unless she is fast enough to evade it.
Strength of the weak
"What I don't understand is how the T.O.E knew our exact position. This valley is massive and it is impossible that they guessed our location." Patricio spoke, though his words falling on deaf year due to the chaos that had ensued due to the ambush. The cunning little French Man had managed to avoid getting into a conflict by constantly hiding behind the broad dark skinned Asylum. Though amidst the turmoil it didn't take long for the Keeper to lose his footing and fall right into a trench, right in the middle of enemy and friendly fire.
"Oh shit... oh shit!" Patricio screamed repeatedly while twisting, ducking and diving luckily evading the deadly flames, lightning bolts along with other Alchemic attacks. If his steps weren't so unorganized and silly one could almost mistake this man as being specialized in evasion, sadly someone like Patricio only wished that were the case.
"Why do I find myself in such situations?" The man screamed out loud as if scolding the unfair world that seemed to find pleasure in this individual’s misery. Luckily the well suited French gentleman easily managed to spot the three bolts of lightning and frantically charged towards them only to collide into Ethan once again. "This is becoming an amusing habit huh?" Ethan mused only to be flung of yet again.
Though before Ethan could run of solo yet again, Patricio instantly blurted out the useful information that he possessed. “Actually, Ethan... someone named Emina is calling us all to her to organize our assault. That was a signal. Perhaps we should-”
“Perhaps we should" With that reply Ethan once again walked leaving Patricio to chase after the man, heaving a weary sigh at the restlessness of this dark skinned fellow.
It didn't take long for them to reunite with the others, Emina was there and so was Ling along with an Asylum that was a stranger to Patricio who seemed rather fond of a pet. Why was there a pet in such a place? This thought kept Patricio occupied for quite some time and just when Ethan managed to stop an invading foe did Patricio snap back to reality.
"Wait...hold up. We can't just charge in without a plan, are you guys stupid!" The French man spoke out loud while pressing his fingers onto his temple. "You Asylums think everything can be done by charging straight into the heart of the matter don't you? Think about it, this is no ordinary situation we are in." He paused allowing the others to comprehend what he had said, it was clear that Patricio imagined Asylums as prehistoric cave men who acted upon instinct and brute strength.
"They knew exactly where we were and they also attacked us before we could even get ready, how is that possible? The fact is that they had already covered a large distance before we even reached here and ambushed us when we least expected....which was before the tournament had even begun. This is not done in the spur of the moment. There is most likely a chain of command that is issuing orders and the grunt are carrying it out. If we hit the man in-charge we will sever their chain of command. With such heavy dependency on the order given I am assuming that with the leader gone everything else will crumble, just like the domino effect." As Patricio spoke all his insecurity and fear seemed to disappear, even among skilled sniffers formulating a plan under immense pressure proved difficult but this French fellow made it look easy.
"As Ethan suggested it would be better if he stays here to defend the flag and the poochie and his mistress can help him out. Meanwhile Ling you will need to remove this dust cloud, that way the enemy won't be able to take us by surprise. Emina you will have to lead us to the man in charge, but we have to maintain discretion and I would suggest you not tell the others of this plan......we may have a traitor among us." Patricio seemed to hesitate when saying the last sentence, his fear of Asylums once again returning causing the cowardly Patricio to once again hide behind Ethan.
"I...I will help....them out protecting our flag...yeah..yeah that's it!"
The Templar's gaze
"Look at those lost souls, heathens who are fated to rot in the pit yet that is only upon death. While living they curse the land they stand upon and it falls upon us to correct the wrong that has been done, to purge the filth that is Alchemy." A cloaked figure spoke to his three comrades that stood behind him, his voice heavy and his tone revealing the disgust that he felt for the creatures that his eye beheld, a most vile sight.
"The time of retribution is near my brothers and sisters, brace yourself for the war we fight while its righteous it is also paved with the blood of these infidels. They have soiled our world and for too long we have remained bound by the treaty....but no more....these creatures have broken the sacred pledge and now shall feel the wrath of our unshaken resolve. Let them have but an hour to live and once that time is up we will attack."
Deceit is my middle name
Location: Temple of Earth
"Indeed, those are the exact coordinated where you will find the T.O.H Asylums. I would suggest attacking them before the tournament even starts that will most likely spread panic and allow you enough time to do some considerable damage....but I am sure you already thought of that?" The words echoed within the Temple of Earth's office where a strategic meeting was being held mere hours before the tournament.
"No wonder that title of yours has become so popular." A rather muscular Asylum spoke in a tone which was amusingly high pitched. "The Angel of Deceit"
"It would have sounded so much cooler without the squeaky voice."
The blood draped figure that stood leaning against the wall mused while hiding behind the façade of a polite and kind smile.
"Well now I believe a trade is in order. Do you have the items I requested?"
"The bag is outside....but I can't help but wonder....what are you planning....you could have chosen less....dangerous toys to play with."
"But what’s the fun if my toy can't make a bang." Angel replied while laughing and merely exiting the office with a friendly wave.