Post by Akira Hinosai on Jul 19, 2021 10:35:05 GMT -5
Luca bit his lower lip in a vain attempt to hold back a smile. He felt a wave of extract wash over him, freeing his mind of all inhibitions and weaknesses. He'd so effortlessly found a crack in the quincy's facade and exploited it. He'd won. More than that, he'd totally won. The quincy may have postured like some puffed up rooster, but he could do nothing else. He was so utterly helpless before Luca. He thought of pressing the blade in deeper into Raph's throat. Maybe cutting a little deeper. Luca wasn't going to, but it was a nice thought to imagine the quincy begging Luca to stop.
The quincy, having exhausted all other options, answered Luca's questions. Luca suspected a personal connection. This only confirmed it. Raph had never told him about any quincy heritage. There was a twinge of betrayal, but Luca wasn't going to let that ruin his moment of triumph. The moment seemed to last forever, until...CLANK! Luca heard the sound of metal on rock, and instinctively turned his head to shield his eyes again. Was brother dearest risking everything to grab Raph and run? NO, no that wouldn't make sense. Then who or what had just shown up?
It seemed truth was stranger than any idea Luca could have concocted. A well-dressed...Irishman. Luca stood on guard as the strange scene played out before him. Apparently the Irishman knew of this conflict and was stepping in at the last minute to intervene. Stepping between Luca and Brian, he spoke with a familiarity when addressing the quincy. The arrow shots confirmed he was a quincy as well, though clearly not a friend of the emperor's. Brian, as he was called, skulked away, leaving Luca with the party-crashers. It was a different man who addressed Luca, his voice making him sound less like a celtic car bomb enthusiast.
“Kindly take the blade away from my cousin’s throat.”
Luca was pissed. Who did these losers think they were, interrupting HIS moment of glory? Did they think they owned Raph because they shared a haplogroup? Luca wanted to fight them all, but he knew he couldn't. He was outnumbered, and they were at least as strong as Brian. Holding onto Raph was an untenable position to be in. If he handed him over to these quincy, would they ever meet again?
"Please?"
Luca's expression darkened as if he was about to drop Raph and start swinging at all of them... Instead, Luca lifted his sword from Raph's throat and deactivated his fullbring. Luca was thankful that the goggles obscured his eyes well enough. He let Raph drop with a light shove. "He's hurt." Luca wanted to say. "Get him taken care of." Luca wanted to say. Instead, something clicked in Luca's brain. "Take him, then....What, did you think I was going to fight you for him? HA! As if! He's served his purpose. What happens to him now isn't my problem." Luca spat dismissively. The residual high of winning soaked into Luca's words. His heart felt like it was about to explode, like he'd injected an energy drink intravenously. His hands were shaking, but he had little intention of letting the quincy bastards see that. He was fine. He was a fucking rock star. He'd won. He'd beaten one opponet after the other, and now...He needed to get back home. Luca used bringer light to put as much distance between himself and the quincy as possible. Luca had things to do. Why would he waste time on such...trivialities?
Luca's expression darkened as if he was about to drop Raph and start swinging at all of them... Instead, Luca lifted his sword from Raph's throat and deactivated his fullbring. Luca was thankful that the goggles obscured his eyes well enough. He let Raph drop with a light shove. "He's hurt." Luca wanted to say. "Get him taken care of." Luca wanted to say. Instead, something clicked in Luca's brain. "Take him, then....What, did you think I was going to fight you for him? HA! As if! He's served his purpose. What happens to him now isn't my problem." Luca spat dismissively. The residual high of winning soaked into Luca's words. His heart felt like it was about to explode, like he'd injected an energy drink intravenously. His hands were shaking, but he had little intention of letting the quincy bastards see that. He was fine. He was a fucking rock star. He'd won. He'd beaten one opponet after the other, and now...He needed to get back home. Luca used bringer light to put as much distance between himself and the quincy as possible. Luca had things to do. Why would he waste time on such...trivialities?
He had to move. He had to do something with the wave of energy. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. He heard distorted whispers in his head, felt reiatsu flaring. No, no, he couldn't listen to them, not now. Luca ran, occasionally stopping to pry a forming mask from his face. He ran and ran and ran some more until finally it was over until his energy had burned out and his body burned from the exertion rather than the intense emotions. Finally, there was silence. Finally, there was nothing but a deep feeling of emptiness in his chest.
LUCA...WINS?
LUCA...WINS?
