@EchoicChamber"Huh, I see…" Nick said, looking back to the surrounded building. "Well, looks like I'd better get started then."
And then he sprinted in the opposite direction, moving further and further from the ranch house with every step. He had to make sure he got this right, especially seeing as he wouldn't be able to control his weapons once he hit the field. He knew where he had to go, he knew how he had to do it. Now he just had to make sure that it actually
worked.Measuring the angle as well as he could from such a distance, he began summoning a few weapons. the first was one he'd had specially made, a curved sword that, despite being based off a fairly deadly weapon, was actually completely blunt where there would normally be a blade. The second was somewhat simpler, a normal bolt action rifle with an attached bayonet. However, it was the third weapon which really caught the eye. It was a sword, except most would say that it was actually too big to be called a
sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of iron.
Then he stepped onto the sword, strapped the other two weapons to his back, and clung to said blunt edges with every ounce of strength he could muster.
And then the sword flew towards the ranch house so fast that he was almost torn off by gravity anyway.
"GGGGGGNNNNNNNHHHHHHAAAAA!!!" Was the only sound that managed to escape his mouth as he felt his control over the sword slip away, signalling that he'd entered the field properly. Barely a second later, the sword crashed into the ground, skidding along it like a surf board.
As he moved, he chanced a look up, glad to see that he was still on the right course. He had aimed to slide just past the building, notably on one of the sides
without the tank, and said spot was rapidly approaching.
A little too fast, actually.
This may not have been his best idea.
Knowing just how annoying this was gonna be, Nick leapt off the sword that continued to tear off into the distance, rolling along the ground with no small amount of pain. However, he managed to roll onto his feet, and leapt through a window before someone could start shooting at him.
"Ow, god damn it!" He shouted, yanking a couple of thankfully small glass shards from his arms and running through the building, sword now drawn.
A mere second later, he noticed a bright flash not far away. This was quickly followed by some kind of mist or smoke, and he instinctually pulled his shirt over his mouth. He didn't know what it was, but he'd dealt with enough noxious gasses in his life to know that it was best to just assume the worst.
He quickly sprinted into another room, which had already had its door knocked off the hinges, only to see a truck filled with people ready to leave.
"Oh good!" He said, a slightly panicked smile on his face. "You guys already have a plan! Mind if I catch a ride with you?"
Before waiting for an answer, he practically through himself into the truck, making sure that none of his weapons accidentally stabbed anyone, of course.
"I'm Nick, by the way!" He said. "There was this little kid hiding in the bushes, and he said you guys might need a han-"
However, before he could even finish his sentence, he caught sight of the dark haired girl, causing him to pale considerably.
That… That was a ghost he was more than happy to leave in his past…
To bad life has a tendency to throw those back at you…
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