Matyo stayed crouched, hiding behind a broken piece of wall in Sector B, watching carefully as a group of soldiers matched around, searching for any of the Golden Mercenaries, or citizens that were in the area. He glanced at the two civilians that were crouched with him. A boy and a girl, twins, who had been about to try and ambush the group of soldiers. He'd stopped them before they'd blown their cover, knowing full well that they would have been killed before they took out even one of the soldiers. Matyo glanced over at the two of them. They were both filthy, covered with dirt and blood, their blonde hair turned browned with soot.
Mayto raised his finger to his lips, reminding them to stay quiet. Remaining crouched, he began moving towards another area of cover, a broken carriage. He pulled out his revolver, making sure that it was fully loaded. With his other hand he pulled out a small dagger. It didn’t have a core, unlike his two handed broad sword, but it helped to have another weapon when he was using his revolver.
About to jump into another patch of danger, eh? Ashion murmured in his head, a hint of disapproval clearly audible. Mayto ignored his Kage, focusing his spirit on calling in some wind. He hadn’t tried what he was about to do, but he had to make sure he got in close after he ran out of bullets. Taking a quick glance at the soldiers, Mayto noticed one of the twins had got out of cover and was making his way towards one of the guards.
Shit, Mayto thought, as he heard a small snicker come from Ashion. That guy is almost as reckless as you are, the Kage said. Mayto once again ignored his Kage, and jumped out of cover towards the guards. He activated his spirit power, creating smaller wings on his back, and pushed himself forward with wind. He flew towards the soldiers, just as one of them noticed the boy was sneaking around. Before he could attack the boy, Mayto raised his revolver and shot the soldier square in the chest. The injured soldier fell to the ground from the impact, as Mayto flew right by. He left off three more shots at one of the other soldiers, one of them hitting the man in the leg, and another hitting him on the lower back. The third shot missed, as Mayto continued flying forward, having no control over his speed at this point. His dagger sliced through an arm of a third enemy as he flew past, ripping it out of his hand. His gliding came to a sudden stop as arm hit the ground, spinning him out of control. Mayto skidded across the ground, his gun flying out of his hand, and into nearby wall.
Smooth sailing buddy, Ashion said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. Now really isn’t the time for sarcasim, Mayto groaned, picked himself off the ground slowly, looked up at where the soldiers were. The first one was bleeding on the ground, not moving, the second was crawling slowly, though it was pretty obvious that he was close to death. His third enemy had recovered, his gun pointed towards Mayto, while a fourth and fifth solider were running straight at him with fire core swords. The sixth one had gotten ahold of the boy, and was continuously punching him.
Mayto quickly pulled out his sword, activated the electricity core, and parried the fourth soldier’s sword. He summoned a quick gust of wind to push him forward, using the force to overpower the soldier’s blow, and knocked the man to the ground. As the fifth soldier came in with a stab, Mayto used the wind to help him sidestep quicker to avoid it, allowing him to counter with a head swipe. The soldier was nimble, however, quickly ducking beneath the swing, and throwing a quick punch towards Mayto’s torso. The soldier’s fist landed hard, knocking the air out Mayto for a split second. A quick gust pushed Mayto’s body back, as Ashion joined to help save Mayto’s life. A sword swiped through where Mayto’s body had been a moment before, as the soldier stumbled forward.
Mayto aimed his hand at where his gun had landed on the other side of his opponent, against a wall. He called forth the wind, and sent it flying back into his hand. Before the soldier could recover, Mayto shot the man right in the head, killing him instantly. Mayto turned quickly, sending another shot into the fourth soldier who had just got up. A bullet passed right into his shoulder, sending stumbling back. Mayto looked at the third soldier, the man standing there about to send another bullet flying at him, and pulled his own trigger, using the wind help speed the bullet up. It entered through the man’s throat, who then fell to the ground. Mayto aimed at the man who was beating up the boy. He pulled the trigger again. Nothing. He was empty. The soldier gave the wounded Wind Whisper a smile, before breaking the boy’s neck.
Anger surged through Mayto, through Ashion. Using all of his strength, he hurled his sword at him, using the air to guide it as quickly as possible. The man didn’t have time to react; the sword pierced right though his chest. After a moment gapping in surprise, the soldier fell down, dead.
Mayto ran over to where the boy had been killed, his shoulder still pulsing from the bullet wound. The girl was already there, kneeling beside the body, the boy’s head in her lap. She wasn’t crying, but Mayto could tell that she was broken. There was a lifeless look in her eyes, as she stared at nothing.
“I’m…I’m sorry I couldn’t save him,” Mayto said, kneeling down beside the girl. She looked to be about sixteen, but grief had suddenly made her seem ageless. After a few moments of silence, she looked at him. There were no tears in her eyes, but he could see the lifelessness had been replaced by pure hatred.
“I want to kill them all. They’ve taken everything from me,” She grabbed Mayto by his good arm, her touch cold, “You have to help me kill them,” Mayto was taken by surprise, the girl’s sudden change of attitude taken him by surprise.
“I plan on taking down as many as I can, but I can’t have you risk your life,” Mayto tried to calm her down, but her grip only tightened.
It was at this point that more civilians were coming out of their hiding places. It was becoming a big crowd, with a good number of people coming out to check on the girl and her deceased brother, while others were going around and savaging for anything that the soldiers had left. An older man had come out, and helped the girl up. She wouldn’t, however, let go of Mayto’s arm.
“I’m not letting go until you agree to help me kill every one of those pigs,” The girl said. Mayto looked at the older man, who was trying to get the girl to let go. After a moment he glanced at Mayto, and stopped trying to unclasp the girl’s arm.
“Are you going up against those guys? You don’t look like you’re one of the Golden Mercenaries,” The man said, curiosity in his voice. Mayto shook his head, feeling very trapped. The crowd was beginning to surround him now, as more people waited to help with the boy’s body.
“I am going to fight them, but I’m not a Golden Merc,” Mayto said, trying to end the questioning quickly. A spark glistened in the man’s eyes, and he grabbed Mayto by both of his shoulders, causing the wind whisperer to let out a gasp of pain. The man saw this, and immediately pulled his hands away, looking at Mayto’s blood now on his hands.
“I’m sorry friend, but I recognize you! You’re the young man that’s been taking out the patrols. The one who uses the wind. If you helped us, maybe we could take back this sector, make it our home again,” Mayto didn’t like where this was going, but he let the older man drag him and the girl back into one of the broken down buildings.
A few hours later, the older man, named Hsiao, had explained his plan. He had been gathering supplies and men for months, preparing to attack the military in an all-out attack. Now that the Golden Mercenaries were attacking, and he had a host with him to help lead the group of fighters, he thought this would be the best time to attack. Mayto listened to all of this, while Isabelle, the girl he had saved, sat beside him. He thought over what the older man had said, debating whether or not this could be a good idea.
You can’t be serious, Ashion screamed in his head, Are you seriously thinking about leading a bunch of untrained men and women to their death? It’ll be a massacre! Mayto shook his head, his bandaged shoulder’s throbbing pain only adding to the growing headache.
I have to do something. This people are liable to die anyway, if the military has its way. At least this way we could make some progress into freeing these people. Mayto heard Ashion scoff angrily, and there was a moment of heated silence before Ashion spoke again.
Just know that their blood will be on your hands, Ashion warned. Mayto nodded, fully aware of what may happen. He turned to Hsiao, and offered his hand.
“Let’s start a revolution."
