The scream had hardly escaped his mouth before Inarin was moving forwards, darting past the cord that formed the makeshift barrier between the crowd and the area around the ring. The young proselyte heard explosions sounding around him, but his eyes were on the fallen man in the ring, even as 'Noah' was pulling his sword free of his body with a casual flick. Inarin found his own blade in his hands as instinct carried him not away from danger, but towards it.
For a moment, 'Noah' looked down at his sword with a frown of confusion, entirely ignoring the screams and explosions around him as his eyes slid from it to Izaic. His attention was swiftly drawn away, however, by a yell of rage. He blinked, seeing a boy that was a good head smaller than the proselyte he'd just fought, and armourless at that, running at him with a sword. More bemused than anything else, he caught the younger proselyte's swing with a half-hearted parry, deflecting the weapon away from him and leaving Inarin to stumble aside.
"Uhm," he said, tilting his head. "Are you sure you're running the right way?"
Inarin didn't answer, recovering quickly from the parry and swinging his weapon again, only to meet much the same result. The creature wearing Noah's face was just too fast, and strong. He was deflecting his swings one-handed, without even trying.
"Well, if you insist..." the not-Noah shrugged, and stepped in to swing at the boy... only to be forced to duck and backstep, as another blade sliced through the air inches from where his neck had been.
Luca's own sword was free of its sheathe and he stood with a furious scowl at Inarin's side, giving the other proselyte a chance to recover again.
'Noah' looked over them both with a smirk, raising his eyebrows. "Another kid? Where are the paladins?"
"Right here, you face-stealing trash."
THOOM.
The not-Noah staggered to the side as a bullet struck him in the torso, knocking him off balance. He looked up with a scowl to see Peregrine stood at the edge of the ring, smoking lawkeeper in one hand and sword in the other.
"Proselytes!" Another angry voice cut over the din from the side. "Fall back immediately!" Master Dufort cast the boys a scowl as she ran forwards, blade at the ready. "Get as many civilians as possible to safety, do not-"
She was cut off, forced to bring her weapon up in a parry as 'Noah' closed the distance between them in barely a second and swung at her, the force of the blow sending a shock through both her arms. She dug her foot into the ground to stop herself staggering.
"If they turn their backs on a fight they started, I'll just kill them," he stated with a smile that was far too sweet for the words it accompanied. "If they survive the fight, they deserved to live. If they lose, or if they run, then they didn't."
Scowling, Estelle swept her sword out in a retaliatory slash, but 'Noah' ducked under it and swung back, scoring a slash across her armour that left a scratch on its steel. It seemed that the blade had pierced Izaic's armour not through some enchantment, but simply by the sheer force of the thrust. The impact of the blow rattled her, but she didn't falter an inch.
As a thrust came in from behind him, the not-Noah spun around and parried Luca's sword away, then he turned and caught Inarin's sword swing with his forearm. The blade sunk in only the barest amount, a tiny trickle of blood seeping out, before he threw the blade wide and turned to face Perrin, who had re-holstered his lawkeeper due to the high number of friendly targets and advanced with his sword.
Perrin stepped into a slash, met by a parry, then a thrust that was sidestepped. As the others rejoined the fray 'Noah' danced like a dervish with his weapon, seemingly easily fending off the Master, the paladin and two proselytes with a grin plastered across his face. Now this was starting to get fun!
Pushing through the crowd was starting to get easier for Arien and the twins as people scattered, fleeing in the wake of the explosions. Al was muttering curse words under his breath in a constant stream with panicked breathlessness, while Val's face was set in a grimly determined mask, only the slight paleness to his cheeks betraying his fear. Arien just kept sweeping his eyes around, watching, waiting for the one face he didn't want to see. Please, don't let him have come in person...
The vampire was consequently caught by surprised when he walked straight into a figure in the crowd that wasn't moving at all. Childlike in both build and stature, the boy wore a hooded top with the hood pulled firmly over his head and his hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the ground. Arien stepped back, frowning. Something wasn't...
"Hey, kid," Al said urgently, shaking the boy's arm. "You gotta go, now's not the time to freeze up."
"Wait, Al get back!" Arien tugged the other teen backwards sharply just as the boy reached out for him, a thin mist of frost rising from his palm. Val let out a shocked gasp as the boy lifted his head and his face came into view.
Sighing heavily, Nathan Hart reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing a head of pure white hair, porcelain skin, and most importantly... piercing, icy blue eyes. "Al... Val..." he said, looking between them with a blank expression. Other than that, he didn't move an inch, almost as though frozen on the spot.
"Oh my god," Al stared in horror. "Nathan. Holy shit. What did he do to you? Fuck!"
"You should go, before he gets here," Nathan ignored the question, though his brow furrowed in the slightest hint of a frown. "And before Winter compels me to..." He pursed his lips, clenching his fists and staring down at the ground. "Please go. You were kind to me, when I was ..."
"Ey, kiddos!" Another voice cut over him, as the Losenyu man from before shoved through the panicking crowd to reach them. "Don't stand around and have a chat with the bastards, you're making our job real hard!"
"Jirou, he's-" Al started, but Arien cut him off.
"No, he's right. Whatever he was, he isn't anymore, and I think it's only a matter of time before that becomes very obvious." The vampire grabbed each of the twins by the arm and started to tug them away. A few paces in however, as he made to lift his foot, something caught it and he stumbled. Turning, his eyes widened to find a trail of ice stretching across the grass from Nathan's position to him, slowly creeping over his foot. "Fuck!" Arien swore.
"It's rude to interrupt, you know," Nathan stated, his voice having grown colder. He looked up, and if his eyes had been cold before, now looking into them was akin to staring into the icy depths of a frozen lake.
"I don't think so, snowman." Jirou had started to follow the teens, but the losenyu bodyguard turned back to face Nathan, cracking his knuckles. A faintly visible thrum of energy began to surround his fists. "Never hit a kid before, but you ain't a kid no more, so I'll get over the guilt." He darted forwards, thrusting his palm forwards with his fingers curled into a tiger's claw.
Nathan jumped to the side with a nimbleness that belied his frigid immobility of a moment before, turning his gaze on the man. His expression didn't change from its emotionless mask as he placed his palm on Jirou's side in passing. Where he touched, ice spread outwards like a sheet, freezing half of the man's torso in seconds before it crawled to a halt.
Jirou's eyes widened in shock, and he staggered awkwardly, giving a ragged gasp. The very blood in his veins had solidified, his cells dying en masse. Before the last of the gasp had even escaped his throat, his legs gave out and he collapsed, dead before he hit the floor. The ice continued to slowly creep over the fallen corpse like it had a life of its own, intent on claiming the rest of him.
"Holyshit, holyfuck," Al stammered, one hand covering his mouth. At his side, Arien had tugged his foot free of the ice before it caused any lasting harm, forced to leave his shoe behind in the grass.
"Come the fuck on!" He yelled, grabbing the twins again and making to flee, leaving Nathan staring down at his own palm behind them, Jirou's corpse left forgotten in its own little bed of frost.
"Shit!"
Elisa's hands came up instinctively to shield herself as the stands behind them went up in flames. A few stray splinters and cinders rained down around them but thankfully, they'd moved far enough away from the stands to be spared the blast. Screams of both fear and pain surrounded them, and her gut did somersaults thinking about the fact that they'd been sitting up there just minutes before.
Camille's yells into his phone snapped her back to the present, and she looked up, her expression a mask of horror as she took in the rapidly accumulating carnage. Her eyes slid between the Lacroix boy, Adrian, Jimmy and Mia, seeking a lead on what to do. Did they run for the twins' car? Did they stay and wait for Arien?
"Report, damn it!" She glanced across to see the man that Al had called Adam with his hand pressed to his ear. "What do you mean he's... Fuck! Get the twins out, Tara, I don't care about their proselyte friend, we're not being paid to protect him, and I'm not losing anyone else!"
As he was yelling, the bulky tattooed man stepped over to where Jimmy, Mia, Elisa and Camille were stood. "You, children," he called over the shouting, his voice booming but calm. "Stay close. We leave when twins back, keep you safe if you stay. You run, you are alone." Cracking his knuckles, Yuri turned his eyes in the direction that the Castellanes had vanished, placing himself between the gathered teenagers and the direction of the threats. The aanarian's green eyes flickered amber in anticipation.
As fire had erupted around them, Aurelion had cursed, shoving through the panicking crowd with renewed haste. But when the armoured figure had stepped free of some of the smoking rubble, he had stopped and turned to face it. He held his blade at the ready in one hand and pulled his lawkeeper free with the other, his eyes narrowing as he recognised the figure behind the armour for who it was. "Wick and Wyrm, Duval?" he hissed. "You're with them? What have you become?"
Across the grounds, by another set of burning stands, Colette pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, her ears ringing from the proximity of the explosion. The stands behind the judges' table had exploded just as the others had, blasting her from her feet and showering her with splinters. A small trickle of blood was running down the side of her head, but as far as she could tell, she was otherwise unharmed.
She quickly cast her eyes around for any injured, spotting Master Rousseau quickly rising herself nearby. The older woman looked relatively unhurt as well. They were lucky that Estelle had picked up on something wrong in the ring, and they'd started to move over. Glancing back, she could see that the judges table was aflame and had been cast away by the blast. They likely would be in much worse states if they'd been sat there.
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her radio and quickly called for backup, before rushing towards the explosion to help survivors. There were enough paladins here that they didn't need an off-duty cop getting in their way if there was fighting, but she could still help in other ways.