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There was a mixture of fire and mystic energies surrounding the two of them. Through barely opened eyes, they stood up tall, with the pendant in hand as it slid onto their katana, they felt the mystic energy of the master with them, ready to take this man down. The man that single-handedly ruined most of their life, their friends and families lives, innocent people who were never supposed to be a part of this war. Yes, everything will be at peace again once he is taken down.
As the flames of the mystic energy surround them both, he looks up from the ground he was kneeling from, staring into the eyes of both the man he had tried to kill to win, his form a flame of fire standing behind this child who he had tried, on multiple occasions, controlling all of them, taking away their abilities, strength, poisoning them, killing the people they cared about . He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t accept it . This wasn’t happening to him. It was a nightmare, surely one he would wake up from soon enough, right? But the katana/vines that struck him in the shoulder, not realizing they got closer along with the master in tow, said otherwise. Laying on the concrete floor, looking around where the empyrean sits close by, he looks up to where they stood. Coldly, they spoke. “This is for my family, friends, the innocence you have hurt, and me. I hope you rot wherever they take you.” As if to make this any worse, the master, almost giddily (at least as close to being giddy as this man can be, a yokai, no less) spoke, “you have lost. Accept as much dignity as you can, for there is no way out for you. Not. Anymore.”
He wanted to scream.
Make any noise, tell them that they were wrong, but nothing. Not a goddamn thing made sense, as sirens were heard from afar, (or maybe something else, he wasn’t too sure) all he could think was how he fucking lost .
Noticing the policemen and paramedics surrounding him, he let the reality sink in that he was going away for a long time. As he had been placed with the paramedics to the hospital with police escorts, the police and paramedics turned around to help with the warrior and that master of theirs’ wounds as well as give their regards and thanks to the woman who helped give the signal to them and brought down the man they had been searching for years for to justice.
But they didn’t see them, not even a trace of footsteps or blood trail to wherever they could’ve gone to. Disappearing almost entirely, but they had the strangest feeling that there was outside help that might’ve taken the two back to wherever they came from. With a nod, they all went back to their respective vehicles, hoping that someday soon, the warrior and that “master” of theirs are willing to come out and speak on behalf of what the hell just happened.