The Crimson Mystic Legacy Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Slice

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Suddenly, the guards by the king raised their blades, and pointed them fiercely towards the intruding duo. "Stand back and stand down!" One of the guards yelled as they held their spear, managing to not shake in terror, but on the edge of a heart attack based off what they all just saw. A smile cracked across Rathra's face as the air itself seemed to way heavier. "Do you really?" Rathra begin, his eyes wide as wide as his smile, giving a sociopath's mugshot a run for its money. "You really think you can touch me?" His hand felt the texture of his face as he face palmed from a sense of shock. Still covering his face, he spoke in a manner that was sounded like play acting, the king would know. His hand took its time leaving his face, as his right eye met the room, a sickening pressure swept across the room, His obsidian colored eye appeared in the vision of everyone in the castle, the closer, the stronger. Everyone fell onto the floor, unable to move. "Th-this is kinda overkill Rathra" Raidren began, his posture leaned over, his hands on his knees, trying to posture himself like he's out of breath. The spots of blood around his mouth slammed against the ground hard enough to leave a bruise. "You freaks listen closely, ya hear?" Rathra began, his smile growing larger yet. The pressure increased as they were pressed against the floor with the pressure of a wagon pressed against their back. "You actually insisted you could make a stand down, its been a long ass time since iv been insulted like-" Rathra looked over as one of the guards lifted his upper body up, his arms struggling to lift, as he began to flash green like a traffic light. He fell back into the floor, cracking it as he tried again, the duration of the green flashes getting longer. The guards eyes turned green as his leather armor turned a bright glowing green. "He really just unlocked-" Rathra started as he started cackling. The pressure stopped, as the presents of his eye want away from vision. Rathra stood their, his hands on his knees for a different reason then Raidren, as he couldn't contain his laughter. Raidren stood back up, and signed, shaking his head after looking at the guard. "Hey kid, you actually just unlocked your mystic, aren't you special?" "You asshole, will you ever stop talking?" The guard askes mockingly, as he gets himself up, knocks some dirt off himself, and turns to the king. "Father, are you ok, please tell me your ok!" The other guards looked baffled, Raidren knows they would have even more bewildered if they weren't all getting up from the floor. "Wow, your rude, your even ignoring me? Well that can't do!" Rathra began, he dashed foreword, in the moments the king began to speak to his son, as the son was lifting the king up, Rathra slashed the hand to the king off as it hit the floor, splattering blood over the sons face. Before the son could react, Rathra leaped up, began to spin into a downwards kick, slamming the son through 3 stories of the castle downwards, each floor cracked and broke as stone fell down with, along side anything in the way, a bookshelf was broken in half as books fell down with the son. Rathra kicked the kings hand into the hole as the kings eyes as well as all the guards finally began to react all at once. "AHHHH" The king began to scream as he fell to his side, holding his wrist as he began to thrash around in pain. Out of instinct, the other 4 guards, in the heat of the moment, began to sprint towards the king. Rathra through his hand back towards them, as little black string like threads of energy flew back towards them. Before the other guards could react, they were cut into pieces, falling in chunks across the floor, like pieces of meatballs, knocked off the plate. "This is fun to watch, honestly." Rathra said to himself, Raidren shook his head as the kings screaming turned more into crying, tears running down his face, his knees reached his elbows as he rolled into a ball, looking for protection he would never