Graveyard of a Madman Part 25

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The fight continued, and started to spread out over five blocks on the city. Buildings started to get holes knocked all over them, and the streets themselves were torn apart by the sheer ferocity. Spike smashed his way through three whole lines of Marines before he was finally stopped by a larger mass of a man who could take him on. Laura brought countless Marines to their knees as she outclassed all of her opponents with the sword, and Nikk evaded the Marines in the cover of the shadows as she took down the ones she could stealth around.

D'Artagnan, on the other hand, was not having such a good time of things. He found himself in a strategic nightmare among the Marines. Somehow he had worked his way through their ranks but found that they were starting to surround him and come at him from all sides. His legs moved as fast as they possibly could, using his hand to grab onto one Marine's sword hands, and using that hold to get his feet up and drop kick two men with both of them. Much time was passing and their numbers didn't seem to dwindle, some of them even got back up, their faces were bruised to a horrible extent, but they still fought. Even the most trained fighters could not keep up a momentum forever, and he was starting to sweat. His breath was growing short, and the more he went on, the weaker his attacks became as his legs began to burn with stimulation. It only took one slip up for a Marine to slice him straight in the shoulder. Art cried out in pain, then proceeded to kick the man straight in the face, knocking him back into his comrades.

That was when, to his horror, three more soldiers came at him from behind, all of them ready to attack.

Knave: Naga Naga NOOOO!!!! [Drawing many of the Marines' attention.] Rapido Piaa!!!!!! [From up on a platform sign of a nearby building, Knave's hands glowed.]

With his hands in a blur, he started unleashing beam after beam of heat energy at the crowd of Marines around Art, taking them down and causing them to flee. Only a few remained after such a heavy attack, and Knave jumped off of the building to stand beside Art. Both of them panted as the Marines started to fortify their own position, sweat ran down their faces as they had both been fighting very hard.

Art: Hey Knave, thanks for the breather.

Knave: Oh, hey, don't mention it. Anything for a friend.

Art: Yeah, I mean it would be a better save had it not been for you just wanting to show off.

Knave: That's not at all why I saved you, you needed help!

Art: Uh huh, and you just had to be so flashy while doing it?

Knave: Alright, next time I'll do it slowly so they can stick you like a pin cushion some more.

Art: That's hardly my point. I'm just saying you don't hav-- Oh damn, six o'clock, Knave!

Knave turned around, and that's when he facepalmed himself hard. It was Sieghart, he walked onto the battlefield as casually as if he were taking an evening stroll through a park. That is, however, when Sieg laid eyes on Knave.

Sieghart: [GASP!] KNAVE!!! Hey! [He ran up to Knave and gave Knave a highfive.] So nice to see you! I can't believe I finally found you after all this time! They told me you would be here, and while I usually don't chase you, because we're friends, I just wanted to say hi!

Knave looked at him, and then looked at all of the other fighting going on down the street. Then he looked back at Sieg, who gave him a bright smile.