Ballista VI

“Soul!” Faro yelled at the top of his lungs as Pwn stood overtop of Chell. He took his axe out of her head and looked down at the person he defeated. He knew that he had the biggest target out of them all on him now, but justice was done, maybe Soul would think before he fired his arrows next time. Without saying a word to Faro, he took off across the area. Just finally arose from his slumber and he had Twylight still inside of his sights. He hoisted her above his head. He wanted revenge, he wanted to kill her, you don’t betray your country in the way that she did. Friend or foe, Tone was his closest friend but Ballista rules and friendships are tossed out the window if they aren’t from Sandy. Her blood will most definitely soak the earth, but he wanted to make her suffer, to show her that will not be tolerated. He threw her up against the tree and he awakened Soul. He nudged for him to get his bow ready. Just held Twy’s arm up against it and Soul did his part letting his arrow fly through her hand and sticking into the tree. Just did the same with her other one and Soul followed up. “Now what?” Soul asked as he aimed between her eyes. She had no where to run and all she could do was bleed. Just took out his knuckles that he slaughtered Tone with, the spike-equipped ones. He punched her in the jaw and the spike jammed through her skin, he quickly pulled it out and laughed at the blood that spewed behind it. Soul had his aim onto her when someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Faro glared at him with hurt eyes. “You okay?” Just asked as he noticed his friend was shaken up. Faro shook his head no, and they asked him what was up. “Chell’s dead.” He broke the news, and even Twy looked up through her pain at him. “Did you raise her?” Soul asked, “I couldn’t, I’d be slaughtered as long as it will looked at by every Bastokian...” he kept going before Just silenced him. “Name.” Soul said, his bow quivering in his hand. “Give me a name.” he repeated himself. “Pwninator.” He said before Soul and Just took off, leaving Twy to bleed until she died. Drakk and Stella took in the site together, they gasped to themselves. The fighting, the casualties had to stop. She didn’t know the time left on any of the defeated people but she knew that members from the opposing forces had someone playing watchguard for any looking to spare a Raise. It hung in the balance that this was a matter of life and death. She knew the rules, unconscious for an hour and the grim reaper owns your soul and you die. Die, as in not come back. With as much pride as both countries had no one allowed anyone to raise anybody. The death toll, if it was to happen would fall on her hands. She initiated this big fight, even thought everyone agreed on their own, this was her doing. Without saying a word Drakk looked at her, he knew how to read what was on his wife’s mind. “But what about allegiance.” He began, a tear rolled down her face. “I don’t give a shit right now.” She looked at him with hurt eyes. Drakk sighed as he chanted near Volarion, Stella kept an eye out for anyone in the distance who may be targeting her husband. He finished his chant and Vol got up and smiled at them. Drakk took a knee to rest himself, his weakness was wearing away. “It’s over Vol.” She told him, who looked at her surprised. “I refuse to fight anymore.” She said to him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. “But Stella.” He began. “It’s more than just a countries war. At this rate not only will we not speak to each other again, we may never see each other again.” “Did you want the reaper to consume your soul? And you spend an eternity with him?” she looked at him, her tail wagging behind her. “I haven’t thought of the big picture when I declared war. I forgot about the rules of death and how it doesn’t take a backseat to someone’s pride.” Vol bit his lip, he thought to himself. “So who is the winner, who is the strongest?” “Sandy.” Drakk muttered from the ground. “Well regardless of who wins, if the timer runs out on these people, we will all lose something.” Stella preached.

“Move it.” Stu yelled as Tazzy continued to chant under his breath. “Stop.” He ordered again. He looked down at the remains of what was his girlfriend as Falk’s body was fried to a crisp. Stu knew that he was next, as much anger as he felt he was overwhelmed and couldn’t muster up the attack. The thought sinking into his head that his beloved Falk was defeated. It made it even worse because he saw her take her last breath before it was too late to try to stop it. He watched as the fire danced over her body and struck Fantazye also, he looked at the smirk upon the Taru’s face as Stu got on his knees and knelt beside her. Before Taz could do the same to the Ranger as he did to the Thief he was stopped. Drtran nodded to Stu before he cried out “Mommy.” “Get her up…. And now.” Stu ordered with anger in his voice. He looked at the slept Black Mage. The anger flew throughout his veins at a rapid pace. “Stu…” Doc called to him. “Stu…” he said as his bow took it’s aim, it shook due to his hands ,moving rapidly. “Stop… please.” Mrs. walked over towards them and said. “No.” Doc said as he turned to her, despite their friendship this had turned extremely personal. She covered her eyes as Stu unleashed his most deadly attack. Eagle Eye Shot pierced Taz’s skull with such force the arrow left a hole inside his head. She stared in horror as he dropped to the ground. “Raise him.” He told her. “I’m not dumb.” “Raise him.” He yelled and she jumped back and tried to. He watched her as she chanted and she kept her eyes on them. Not once did Stu turn his bow to her, he kept it at his side. When she finished Taz rose to his feet, then plummeted back to the earth again as Stu’s Flaming Arrow took him down. “Raise him.” He yelled, a furious look in his eyes. “No… you will have to kill me before I do that again.”