Margarita Laux-Antille & Síle de Tansarville
He was surrounded, but he felt no fear facing the witch hunters. He raised his sword, and he rushed towards them. Scarlet mist started to secret out of Mikael as he killed the witch hunters, he kicked one to the wall, and stabbed its throat. One hunter pulled Mikael towards the other hunters, but Mikael was able to get away by cutting the man's hand.
As more and more scarlet mist built up, Mikael started to see the hunters had trouble breathing, as their lungs were starting to decay. He could see the walls turning red, and the ground turning mushy, he continued to fight, slashing and stabbing the witch hunters that surrounded him.
"Careful." said Miquella in Mikael's head. "Do not go too far with the mist, we do not want to kill the sorceresses."
"Right…" Mikael clicked his tongue as the mist started to disappear. But it had done its job, the witch hunters were now suffocating on the ground, trying to breathe.
Mikael grabbed a cloth from one of the hunters, and covered his face with it, hiding his facial structure.
Mikael walked up the stairs, where more and more witch hunters were coming. He fought on the stairs, a hunter rushed towards him and tried to slash his head, but Mikael simply dodge, and stabbed his stomach, before dropping the hunter's body, allowing it to roll down to the bottom of the stairs.
A hunter then brought a crossbow, standing on top of the stairs. He shot it, the bolt flew through the air, towards Mikael, but he just deflected it using his sword, and the bolt dropped to the floor. Mikael ran to the man, kicked the crossbow from the hunter's hand, and slash his throat.
As he looked around, he could still see a bunch of hunters, but he could also see sorceresses, laying inside cells, cuffed with Dimeritium. They looked miserable, some missing nails, some laying on the ground waiting for their deaths, many had bruises, and almost all of them had cried.
All of them are women, most of them had barely any clothing, and Mikael could bet these witch hunters had done something to them one way or another.
Mikael clenched his sword even tighter, and continued to fight the hunters. He ran towards one of the hunters, before stabbing his throat, he pushed his sword to the throat so hard that the head was decapitated, torn from the body.
A hunter rushed to Mikael, but he kicked him to one of the cells that made it bent.
He turned towards the remaining hunters, he could see fear in their eyes, but he didn't care, Mikael kept fighting, slaughtering the rest of hunters.
As he got to the last hunter, he was trying to run. He ran towards the stairs, but Mikael threw his sword towards him, impaling him to the wall.
Mikael was breathing heavily, all he could see was blood, his body was soaked with red, and he was sweating profusely.
He walked slowly to the last hunter, before pulling the sword from the body and wall, and sheathing it back to the scabbard.
He sighed deeply, and turned towards the cells. The mages were looking at him with fear and hope, stepping back towards the walls behind them.
Mikael turned to the nearest cell, he saw two women, one had a green dress, and one only wore rags. The woman with the green dress was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and Mikael bet that this woman is a powerful sorceress.
"W-What?" the woman stuttered. "What is this?"
Mikael knelt outside the cell, as the woman was sitting on the ground, massaging her head. "Hey, you alright there?"
"W-Who are you?" she questioned.
"A friend of a friend." answered Mikael. "Stand up, I'll get you out of here."
"You can't…" she murmured. "You need a key… the warden.. Upstairs…"
"Don't need that." Mikael hummed. He grabbed the cell door, and tore it open like it was nothing, surprising the woman.
"W-What— what are you?" the woman questioned.
"Like I said, a friend of a friend." Mikael shrugged. "Can you stand? Er… What's your name?"
"Margarita…" she murmured as she tried to stand up. "Rectoress of Aretuza."
"Come on, I need to free the others as well."
"Sile…" Margarita murmured as she turned to her cellmate, "She's… critical…"
"Shit…" Mikael cursed as he walked to the other woman, she was literally dying, her nails were torn, her face bruised so badly. "Can you heal her or something?"
"I-I don't know…" she stuttered. "I'm weak right now… besides… the Dimeritium…"
Mikael then walked towards the woman, which made her flinch, but Mikael gestured that it's going to be okay. Mikael grabbed the cuffs, and crushed them with his hand.
"Can you now?"
"I-I'll try…" she said, sitting beside the woman called Sile.
Mikael got out of their cells, and tore the other cells one by one, he freed all the mages inside, also destroying their cuffs. They thanked him, but he said to not thank him yet, because there's still a long way to go.
Mikael walked back to Margarita, who was trying to heal Sile.
"I-I can't…" she stuttered desperately. "Too weak…"
"Shit…" Mikael murmured. Mikael tapped Margarita's shoulder. "It's fine, I'll carry her, go downstairs, with the others."
"R-Rita… I-I shan't make it…" Sile suddenly murmured weakly.
"Hold on Sile, we're getting out of here…" Margarita said in encouragement.
"I'm dying…" said Sile with a weak smile. "I'm sorceress savior, let me die with dignity."
"Well, I'm not a mage," said Mikael. "So I'm not going to let you die here."
Mikael then carried Sile to his shoulder, ignoring her groans. He looked towards Margarita. "Come on, let's go."
Mikael then heard the sounds of the witch hunters coming from upstairs, which made him frown again. "Reinforcements, we should go quickly."
The three then ran towards downstairs, where the other mages were waiting.