Arc of the Souls Chapter 121: Arc 3, Chapter 43 - Don't Look Down On Me

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--- Bad move, 'Cap'n'. Satono's Soul-Aura turned solid, spikes forming on her back as Brennon's sword came closer and closer. It was too late for him to cease any movement as gravity would force all his organs out of his skin. That's how fast he was coming down... And then, he felt it. "ARGHGH-" He impaled himself onto Satono's spikes. His sword got wedged between the spikes and Satono's head. A small crack on her skull as his sword slid down to her cheek, drawing blood. Her mouth opened in a maniacal grin. "Good job... but not good enough!" The spikes retracted, dropping Brennon to the ground. The holes gushed blood out of his sorry body, his arms contracted and stiffened, his finger pointed at himself as he tried to train his mind to ignore the pain. Satono's hand grabbed ahold of his collar. "... No... NO- CAP'N!" Losin ran toward Brennon. "You want him so bad!? HERE!" Satono turned around and kicked Brennon's limp body toward Losin like he was a bag of trash. Losin caught him midair, falling on her back to protect him from further harm. She quickly rolled over onto his body and held him. "Cap'n... Cap'n! Brennon! Brennon, say something!" Her breathing became heavier as her chest felt a sharp pain. His eyes were locked onto hers. That was a sign at least. He then opened his mouth, his hand brushing the scar on her left shoulder. "Cap'n... We're no match against her... let's admit defeat and leave. If you were just a millimetre off, you would've been dead." "...Gh- No... No, we're not leaving..." He muttered under his breath, coughing red into his arm. He shook himself off her embrace and struggled to stand, leaning on her as support. "Are you insane!?" She didn't know whether to be impressed with her captain's bravery or concerned of his injuries. "Cap'n, your injuries are far too critical!" The formality of being a worried soldier came back to haunt every word she spoke through her pathetic mouth. Why is she worried? Brennon should be able to make his own choices. She knows this full well. But still... The worried Losin witnessed his captain resummoning Avernus, impaling it onto the ground, using it to support his seemingly doubled weight. A trail of blood left from the tip of the Uchigatana as he walked up toward Satono, with every step draining more blood from him. "If she... continues to live... more and more planets shall face destruction... I am asking the Soul Gods to forgive me... for leading another life to the hereafter... but as Soul-Core, we swore... swore to protect the innocent and fight tyranny." He gripped the hilt, pulling it out of the ground. "If I must bathe our utopia with blood then I will do so without a moment's hesitation." Watching the vicious beast burn their retinas with flashes of lightning, how it sent fear coursing through his veins. It was even more of a reason to put the rabid dog down once and for all. If it roamed free, who knows how much destruction it could cause? The Synthetic-Class that Progen City remembers all too well was a horrid memory. So many people died and so many got injured, when that fallen Soul-Wielder crashed their parade. Not only that, but many rumours also circulated around that time that a single Synthetic could destroy planets on its own. If that was true, what of this one here? Would she destroy star systems? Galaxies? The entire universe as they knew it? The entirety of humanity, bar other species that would survive the aftermath of such destruction... "Losin... Take one good look at her." Brennon's blood traced the outline of his Soul-Aura on his weapon a deeper colour, as his weapon started smoking with Soul-Energy. "Look at this absolutely... worthless excuse. She barely has enough... to remain in that form. If you believe I shall die to that, you doubt my abilities to an absurd level." Satono took a step forward, lightning pulsing with anger. Every stomp shot Soul-Residue like fragments into the air. "---" Losin's eye fell flat on the beast. She could sense how