Pika stood with daggers in hand. Each breath burned his chest as he drew it in, and nearly choked him as he exhaled. His heart thundered in his ears so loud it was hard to hear anything else. The clouded night cast a thick fog over the entire are, giving perfect cover for an escape, but he could go nowhere yet. Not without her...
Where was she? His sister had disappeared from his side shouting and demanding for him to keep going, she was coming. DAMN but he shouldn't have listened. Now where was she? He pressed along the edge of the building, listening as the Vectorian guards passed by and holding his breath, quietly praying that they could not hear his thundering heart. They were so close but he was in no condition to fight. He had no strength left. He fought against the pain of his breath, captured in his chest, and waited, eyes wide open.
Dark edges intruded on his vision and he had to let his breath out in a rush. He heard the guards stop walking and his grip tightened around his dagger. A lump in his throat formed. He was scared. His sister was gone, he was here alone, and two Vectorian guards? He was no match! WHY did they come to this place? So stupid and thoughtless! Vector ruled these parts as well they knew, and their parents had been well known for their hatred against the Vector. But they had heard their other sister was here. They had to know, they had to see.
But now it was all for nothing, he thought, as the guards moved towards his hidden corner. Now he was separated from both sisters, and he would never know the fate of either. His 16 years of life was about to come to an end and he was alone. He closed his eyes and braced his feet. He would not go down without a fight. He swung around the corner and swung his right arm out with deadly accuracy towards one of the guards. The guard stumbled back and the other slashed out his sword, nicking Pika along his side as he, himself, stumbled back. The guards opend their mouths to shout and before a word could come out, a bolt of lightning shot down from the clouded sky, zapping right through the center of one of the guards and jumping to the other.
Pika took no pause as he circled around, stabbing his daggers once, twice, three times into the back of the guard who was still standing. He paid no mind to the guard as he fell, instead scanning the area quickly for his sister. Surely it was her doing. A hand grabbed him from behind and without hesitation they were both running down an alley way, fleeing the city before more guards could overcome them. One more fight would be the end of both Pika and Tika. Fleeing was the only option for now. Their sister would have to wait. Perhapse they would need to find another way of discovering her location.
