Chapter 152: ***********************
Kurt breathed in and out several times, calming his mind as he put some distance between himself and Octavius.
The Paladin, president of the association, realized that his son was finally starting to take this fight seriously, and took a serious fighting stance.
"Okay... Looks like now I’m going to see what you’re really capable of..." Octavius said, looking closely at Kurt.
But the next moment, Kurt wasn’t there.
And Octavius felt a very strong impact on the back of his head, which made him see stars.
He let out a chuckle, and returned to his fighting stance.
But, instead of the previous position, with both arms in front of his body, so that he could deflect any blow that came directly at him, Octavius brought one of his arms to what appeared to be the belt of his pants, and the other arm , stretched out, with his hand flat in front of his body.
As he had calculated, Kurt wasn’t after him again, but Octavius didn’t rush.
Quite the opposite.
He sharpened his senses until he could feel the slightest change in the airflow around him.
That was when he managed to notice a very subtle movement coming from his right.
In a fluid movement, but brutally heavy and fast, the hand that was as if on guard, on the belt of Octavius’s pants, went in the direction of the movement, piercing the air with a sudden and precise cut.
Kurt realized what had happened at the same moment he felt the air current hitting him.
***
Kurt’s body, in the hospital room, convulsed, taken by violent spasms.
Keisuke’s eyes widened in fear.
"No. Whatever you’re doing, you’re not going to die on my shift!" The healer said to himself, gritting his teeth.
He placed both hands on Kurt’s chest, and they emanated an extremely strong purple light.
The energy then seemed to be absorbed by Kurt’s body, and Keisuke soon took his hands off the exhausted young man.
"What are you, after all...?"
***
Kurt felt the cut in his stomach, feeling shadows being expelled from where his insides should have been.
And in the next instant, his wound was healed, as if it had never been there.
Kurt let out a chuckle.
’It seems like this skill is really good...’
Kurt charged at Octavius, who prepared to launch another attack, but immediately realized he had fallen into a trap.
Unable to retract his hand, like a sword that had just been drawn from its sheath, Octavius saw the cut forming in the air, and hitting nothing but an after-image of Kurt.
"You scheming little bastard..." Octavius said through gritted teeth.
There were hundreds of after-images of Kurt around Octavius, and Kurt was completely focused on, at least once, after so many attempts and failures throughout their lives, making at least one scratch on that man.
[ONE MINUTE LEFT TO FORCE CANCELLATION OF THE ABILITY]
But Kurt seemed to solemnly ignore the system’s words and voice in his mind.
All that stood before him was Octavius.
And in his mind, just one thought.
’I need to kill you...’
***
Evellyn, Nikolai, and the rest of the rescue van, managed to successfully cross Rock Creek Park, and were already facing heavy fire in front of them.
Wielders appeared from all sides, making crossing to Washington DC almost impossible.
Energy explosions, magic arrows, magic shots, not to mention short-range attacks from opponents, turned everything around into complete chaos.
"DON’T SPLIT UP!" Evelyn screamed. "MAGIC MISSILES COMING AT FOUR O’CLOCK!"
No one could understand how the girl could so accurately predict the direction of the shots, nor how she could announce where the group needed to move before the attacks began.
But what mattered at that moment was that Evellyn Smith was, without a doubt, the thread that kept the entire group tied to life.
They ran, fought, dodged, doing everything they could to not get separated.
But as not everything in life was like a prediction of the future, Robby’s physical condition was still not the best, and he stumbled at the exact moment when one of the enemy wielders had just arrived at his location.
Nikolai prepared to fire his pistols, and use his Blink to get closer to the boy.
But the wielder seemed to be much more experienced and malicious.
A finely crafted sword appeared in the wielder’s hands, and with it, he arced towards Robby’s body.
Nikolai fired twice, praying that either his skill or the magical shots were fast enough to change the trajectory of that sword’s blow.
He closed his eyes, and prayed to whatever god was above them, looking down on that group of irregulars.
"Did someone call the cavalry?" A strange voice called.
And in the next moment, a burst of energy sent the wielder who was about to cut Robby in half flying.
The owner of that voice was blond, old, not very handsome, but with a smile kind enough to make anyone trust him without even thinking twice.
"You children... I must say you are getting bolder every day..." He said, and his voice sounded like a grandfather’s.
Nikolai could almost see his own grandfather in the man’s features.
"I can’t believe Toshinori asked us to help you... We need to have a serious talk, kid..." Nikolai heard another voice behind him, followed by several gunshots.
"Father?" Nikolai called, surprised.
"What is it, kid? Are you waiting for a special invitation? We don’t have time for questions! The others are arriving. Let us take care of these guys, and you carry out your mission!" Nikolai’s father, Yuri Semenov, said, as he took at least five wielders who looked quite strong to the ground, with just a few blows from their fists, and a few shots from their weapons.
The young people did not look back, but they heard war cries, sounds of fighting, and other voices that were not there before.
Nikolai smiled from side to side as he ran with his friends towards the goal.
They were still far away, but they had already managed to cover a good distance within the park.
Given the fact that they were practically superhuman, even if they weren’t yet in their best condition, they would need to run at most another half hour to reach their goal.
Soon they would be in front of the White House.
And Doctor Lee would be with them, going to Japan.
To cure Kurt of that mysterious illness.
