User blog:Wolfram the Lone Warlock/GE Fanfic: To Valhalla and Back Ch. 2

Wolfram: Seth, what happened?!

Seth: *pants* I managed to escape with few injuries but, Uriel is much more worse. We managed to hide in an alley a few blocks from here.

// Something dosen't makes sense //

Wolfram: The aragami must be hunting for more at the moment. Seth, get on a sniping position and get some rest while you're at it. Notify me if you found the aragami and tell me its position. Mana, go ahead to the rendezvous point. You are to engage at any aragami standing on our way. I will carry Uriel. We're retreating.

Mana & Seth: Understood.

Wolfram: Good. Now, move! . . . Wolfram: Damn it, if only Anya is here...

[...]

[Seth: No enemies in my sights. The next blocks is clear as well. I'm now moving to the next sniping position.]

Wolfram: Good. We'll move as well then. (What's this uneasy feeling? It feels like I overlooked something very important.) Continue scoping behind us. Notify me if something turned up.

// Everything dosen't add up //

[Seth: Acknowledged.] . . . Uriel: ...ugh, ...hmm?

Wolfram: Oh, seems you came around now huh? We're storming out of here.

Uriel: ...groan ... uuuugghhhh... kyaaaa...

Wolfram: No! Uriel! For the love off...Please. Stop. Stuggling! Whoa! What are you doing Uriel! Stop it!

Uriel: ...No! Put me down...You should have left me there to die...

// Heed her words...//

Wolfram: Fine, suit yourself...whoomp...ugh...What the hell are you talking about?

// Heed her words...//

Uriel: ...that thing...the enemy...i-i-it's something you can't kill...no...no...NOOOOOO!

// Heed her words...//

Wolfram: An aragami? There's practically nothing else here, you know? Your injuries mast have got unto your head.

// Heed her words...//

Uriel: ...you must... believe me... run... run and save your sister while you still can...t-t-the enemy is in front o-o-of you...I-I-I-I don't know how long c-c-c-can I hold myself back...

// Heed her words...//

Uriel: ...please... gods, no...please... get out of here... PLEASE... KYAAAAAA!

// ''HEED HER WORDS! ''//

Wolfram:Wha?

Blades clash as the tactician parries the assasin's strike.