There was an awful crunch as the man' s neck was severed against the corner of his desk. His body laid limb, settled in a pool of his own blood. This marked the beginning of what was soon to be one of the largest wars to ever befall the island of Corone. Anxiety washed over the last of the Amatsukami briefly submerging him in an ocean of doubt. Storm Veritas broke the tension in the air by cracking a small joke at the corpse’s expense.
Before long the magician displayed his exemplary powers of magnetism by effortlessly removing the large door to the office safe and using it to ballast the entrance. He mused that there couldn’t possibly be enough man power on the other side to force their way in and based on the muffled chatter outside Hayate agreed. The military police would have rushed in if they thought they had a chance. This gave the trio, Hayate particularly, enough time to prepare themselves.
“I assume that means I’m up,†Hayate answered the magician’s request. “Clearing paths is my specialty.â€
The shinobi shifted his gaze between Storm and Shinsou as if to ask for permission. Then with his right arm Hayate clutched the hilt of his mighty Nodachi and swiftly unsheathed his partner. Its blade stretched nearly three meters and along its length ancient ruins told tales of magics long forgotten in the recent era. It pulsated to the rhythm of his heartbeat as if proclaiming a deeper connection between the two.
“Falling from the heavens above, cast out by Thaynes and sentenced to an eternity of despair.†He began to say as the tip of his mighty sword started to fracture, splinter and then turn to dust. “Rise up Corpse King and force your enemies to their knees!â€
A blinding white light filled the room as the rest of his weapon faded out of reality. Around the Shinobi a skeletal visage began to form. Sinews of mussel and flesh lurched out from the boy’s left arm attaching itself to the ethereal armor he conjured. This was a little something he had picked up to compensate for his left arm, a partial manifestation of his avatar granting him remarkable strength and durability.
“Alright,†he said as the light faded from the room. He flexed his new arm for a moment before placing it up to the safe door. “A preemptive strike then?â€
“Show them what you can do.†Shinsou said giving Hayate the greenlight. He and Storm readied themselves to fallow directly behind him and with a nod instructed Hayate to proceed.
With a smirk the last Amatsukami dug his ethereal fingertips deep into the solid steel of the safe door. Things were about to get rough for the men getting ready on the other side of the door. Without warning Hayate lifted the safe off the ground and with the extra help from Storm started to walk forward completely shattering the entrance to the office. He could hear a number of men shouting to back up and scatter to get out of the way as he started to pick up momentum practically bulldozing the entire hallway as he pushed forward.
The floor became slick with blood and with every footfall Hayate and the others started to slide about.
“Your turn!†he yelled, now at full speed and nearing the opening to the main hall of the structure. He would be able to continue to use the safe door to block off the police forces to the right hand side but the rest was up to the others.
Whatever happened next would be passed down in tales to the next generation for sure.
