Chapter 8

Lion King flustered to what he have seen. It has been a long time since both of them, he and Crowfire witnessed regalia changed and become an Insignia.

"Crowfire. It seems you been quite fortunate tonight." Lion King wiped his mouth with his hand. He looked at Crowfire. Crowfire was still standing startled. Lion King pointed his hand and said, "It is not yet over. Simba, kill Crowfire!"

The thousand blades flew in the air. They flew towards Crowfire. Crowfire seemed frozen on his point. He was still holding the pack of arrows. He just lifted his head slowly.

Then the blades struck him. They rained and buried all over his body, on his arms, on his back, on his chest, on his torso and on his legs. His hands holding Tom are the only part of him that didn't struck.

His blood splattered and showered in the midst of whizzing blades.

"Ahhh..." a soft moan left on Crowfire's mouth. He dropped on his knees while looking above the sky. His eyes and his mouth are wide open. Blood slowly dripped from his lips down to his chin.

The body of the blades are impaled deep on Crowfire's muscles. Blood gushes very slowly on his wounds.

Lion King waved his hand in the air. The blades stopped and floated. He shrugged and said, "I thought your Insignia will show us a better show. Quite disappointing."

Lion King made another wave of his hand.The floating blades flew back through his sides. The ones impaled on Crowfire quickly pulled over. The blood spurted out, sprinkling in the air.

"Ahhh...Ahhhhh..." Crowfire groaned softly, he fell on his back in the ground. The arrows clanged bouncing as it fell from his grip.

"Too bad for you, Crowfire. You are playing this game unarmed with any of your rusted regalias. Use them at least and don't let them pity on you." Lion King said. He ambled towards Crowfire.

There is nothing Crowfire could feel but the pain of his hundred wounds. The pain is firing inside and stunning his muscles. None of it would ease even a little. His blood never stop flooding, his black jersey jacket was almost dripping with it. This isn't something he couldn't endure. There is a lot more he had been through. He will not give up. Not this time, not tonight that he had a new start.

Crowfire mumbled, almost a soft whisper, "Come... Brimstone..."

"Goodbye, crow. Battle at the wasteland savanna ends here." Lion King shouted, while drawing a bad grin on his face. Surrounds him are his thousand blades floating in the air. He motioned his hands up, then down.

The thousand blades rained over towards Crowfire. Their sound clattering reverberated in the alleys, amking all the night birds fly away. Lion King laughed loudly while his hands are on his waist. From his point, he can only see the blades storming on Crowfire and their sparks forming a huge silver dome. He spread his arms on his sides and took a deep breath. The air around that silver dome becomes warmer despite the blowing breeze of the night.

The storm of blades lasted for few more seconds. Until Lion King held his hands down, that is when the blades stopped moving. It paused in the air and as he moved his hands, all of it slowly returned to his back. One by one, the blades entered into a small back pocket of his jersey pants.

Lion King held his chin. He saw the body of Crowfire, lying on the ground. The body didn't move even a slight reflex. Crowfire's right arm spread before his head while his other hand lies beneath his body. His black hair turned red because of his drying blood. The stink of it rose above him.

"That'll do. I win." Lion King turned his back and started to walk away.

Eventually, he was gone out of nowhere.

It takes a lot more seconds to pass. Crowfire's finger moved slightly. Then, his hand.

"Re-re-reve-vert, Bb-rrimmssstonee..." a crack, hoarse whisper he uttered. His eyes are squinting.

A huge pink dome of light appeared right above him. The pink light glowed then congested into a sphere. Eventually, it turned into a human form.

"Crowfire." It was a short boy, shorter than Tom. He ran through his master and grabbed his shoulders. The boy said softly, "My bad, I almost didn't make it on time."

"Re-re-vert,... T-t-toomm-m." Crowfire uttered again.

The pack of arrows flew in the air and glowed into a yellow light. The light formed into a human shape and become Tom on his white shirt.

Crowfire's head lifted in the ground trying to look at Tom. Tom received his master's eyes. Crowfire smiled then he passed out. His head bumped on the ground.

"Crowfire." the other boy shrieked. He looked at Tom and commanded, "Hey, you, help me bring him to our manor. It is just few meters away from here."

Tom nodded and come closer to them.

Lion King was just few kilometers away. He was headed to the train station back to Capitol. He entered to the train and the train ran through. He was so excited because of what he did, that battle he never thought would really come to their reality. Crowfire is dead. It was what on his mind. He soon forgot about his phone, the future oracle he holds, as same as other oracle holders like Crowfire.

He had a sudden glimpse on it, sliding his hand on the screen and looked at the messages. His eyebrows arched down. Anger slowly filled in him. Not looking back at the phone was his mistake.

10.12: Lion King commanded his regalia, Simba to attack.

10.13: Crowfire called his regalia Brimstone.

10.14: Brimstone in his regalia form covered his master as a pink force field.

10.16: Lion King walked away.

10.18: Crowfire reverted his regalias.

10.20: Crowfire escaped.

"That bastard!" Lion King stood on his seat on the train and gripped his phone tightly. He shakes while his teeth gnashes with his anger.

The ones in the train looked at him flustered. He quickly took a seat and pretended that didn't happen.

"We will meet again, fallen crow. Next time, you won't get away from me." He whispered in himself. He crossed his arms over his chest while breathing like a bull.

Meanwhile, Tom and that boy, Brimstone in their human forms, carried their master back to their manor. Each arm of Crowfire hangs on each of their necks. It has been few meters since they started walking from that mountain hill of Hometown.

Tom can't process the things he just saw in the last hour of his life. He can't believe what he can do, or at least what he did. He was so confused right now. Even though he knew who Brimstone was, he can't start speaking to him. Back in his time at the Crowfire Volleyball Club in high school, Brimstone was their libero. His defense has been so formidable throughout the years. Aside from him who acted as the little giant, Brimstone has been very reliable and his skills are far from just promising. He was just short like him, but they made their niche over the volleyball games.

And now, he was a pack of arrows. And Brimstone here is a force field. The heck who couldn't understand this logic he had been for a while.

It was when Tom starts to train up his thoughts when he heard Brimstone said, "All right, we are here!"

Tom was shocked to see the grand manor of his master was the building of his old high school.