The Search RP

The Red Lantern Ring and The Pit, two events in the Liafadors life that had changed her forever by granting her unremarkable power. The crimson ring who's power limitation is based off only the imagination of the Wildcard Liafador. Able to construct whatever her mind could conjure as well as grant her the power to produce fire and electricity. Then The Pitt, a trial that only a very few Liafadors have ever gone through, and succeeded. Having to survive an unknown amount of time in an abyss like wilderness in inhuman conditions while facing creatures of corruption. But the reward? Power, and for Zeon it was the power to manipulate darkness itself. Power that was once beyond The Matriarch's reach, but now seared into her soul. However, at what cost? Only her sanity. The Ring, while powerful, ends up triggering rage inside Zeon, causing her to lose her focus in a fight. Even when not activated, the ring still strains on Zeon's minds. Then The Pit, while it focused the minds of some Liafadors, it chipped away small bits of the Italian Cardinal's reasoning. But still, in her mind this was necessary. Sacrifices had to be made in order to secure her families survival, even at the cost of her own. Though, with all this power, Zeon still yearned for more. Convincing herself it wasn't for just her, but for her family. She needed this power to fulfill her duty as The Liafador Matriarch, to protect her family. With enemies so powerful that they could destroy entire planets she needed every ounce of power she could get her hands on.

So for months, she and a group of her white cardinals began researching a verity of legends and myths all over the world. Hoping that one of them were to be having some truth to them. But for months every lead came to a dead end. Myths were nothing but tall tails and legends were nothing but over hyped fables. That is until she her resources brought her a lore regarding a weapon of unimaginable power. This was not just any ordinary weapon though, this was a living weapon. A living weapon that would be loyal to whoever were to claim it, unusable to anyone else, that is, until the weapon deems it's master unworthy. It was stated that the device would transform into the perfect weapon for it's master and amplify their skills and abilities a hundred times fold. The origin of the weapon was unknown, stating that the weapon simply 'appeared' upon Earth. A living weapon that could grant Zeon the power she needed to protect her family. Only problem was, it's location was not specific. Several locations were brought up, from the frozen wastelands of Antarctica to the top of Tibetan Plateau. But what all these locations had in common, was that it was isolated from civilization.

Zeon sent out Cardinal's traveling all over the world, to search for The Living Weapon. Time went' by, and no new information came back. It was to the point that the Italian Liafador had forgotten about the old lore, when one of her Cardinals came back with new information, a location, Ireland. The Cardinal stated that historians of the country spoke of old folklore of an old family clan of the 1500's that once ruled a portion of Ireland with what was stated to be "arm análaithe" or in English "a breathing weapon". A breathing weapon, to Zeon it wasn't a coincidence, but a sign. Even though the chances of the weapon to even be still in it's old location was virtually impossible, she had to see for herself.

With the information in hand, the Matriarch Liafador began to prepare for her journey to the Emerald Isle.

A frighten and terrified girl rests inside a cardboard box inside of an old castle that once belong to a petty king. The girl was embrace in her own cold sweat as she envisions another vivd situation, which starts off with her being discovered by someone and ends with countless acts of destruction. The thought cause her intense anxiety as she begins to cry silently to herself. Though it was only a fabricated scenario, she couldn't help but feel that these stories of her weren't born out of fear alone, but rather that they might have been past experiences that she couldn't recall from memory normally, but somehow they come to her when she entered into this specific state of despair.

@waybig10101:

The Liafador Matriarch sat silently in the stealth chopper, dressed from head to toe in her traditional battle Matriarch armor she was looking down at her gloved covered hands, adjusting the fabric over her fingers, making sure it was on nice and snug. Right now they were making their way towards Foula Shetland Islands. An isolated area with a small population that drew little to no attention from the outside world that was mostly made up of fisherman and farmers, it seemed like nothing much happened in the area.

Zeon looked down upon the land with curiosity in her eyes, could a weapon so powerful, be in an area that was so… plane? With a wave of her hand she ordered the chopper to land away from the small town, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. The last thing she needed, was to bring out local law enforcement. They always made things more problematic than they hand to be.

As the chopper landed the White Cardinal leader stepped out as the chill of the air gently nipped at her face, her boots crushing the lush green grass under her feet as her intense eyes gazed upon the area around them, as if making sure nothing was following them. Her fellow Cardinals stood by her side as she motioned them to stay at the chopper. The larger the group that traveled with her, the more attention they could bring towards them. Going in alone was ideal, and was more preferred to the Wildcard Liafador.

Her chestnut eyes looked across the island to a hilltop that was just along the edge of the island, and there, was her destination, the castle of old that was stated to have her living weapon inside. She could feel her chest swell with excitement as she turned to see her Cardinal’s pushing a motorcycle towards her for fast transportation, one they brought upon the stealth chopper. Sitting upon it she gave the bike a quick kick as the engine began to roar to life. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she took off at full speeds towards the castle. She should be there within the hour.

@zeon_liafador:

The Rise and Fall Of A Good Man

- Part 1 -

Wandering a desert by herself, the lone girl looks at her flask for the millionth time this journey already. Water. I need...to drink...some water. Sadly, just like all the other previous attempts today, she could not find even a single fraction of a milliliter inside. She would have cried if her body was capable of producing tears. Being so dehydrated not only prevented her from crying, but also created other issues for her as well. For one, her throat was so dry that it would cause intense pain to even use her mouth for respiratory purposes. Along with having a massive headache and suffering from lightheadedness. It only made matter worse for her due to the fact that she still had many miles to go before she would even be able to spot a village, although she is already near the break of collapse, she continues to push forward.

A few more minutes of difficult walking later... she stops at the top of a sand dome to look out into the distance. The sight of endless sand is heavy on her mind. She stands there for a moment to take a break and examine her feet, which are in an extremely poor condition since she wasn't wearing anything on them. Walking for days on the heated surface of this barren landscape as remove all feeling from her feet so much so that she couldn't even feel the sensation of her expose bones at the bottom of her feet touching the sand. But, maybe more surprising then the girl's feet was the rest of her skin. Even in this blazing condition, she didn't seem to be suffering from anything besides her feet. Her skin was not one bit dry in appearance or feel. Still, that did not compare to biggest mystery about this girl. What was more strange than her walking with ruin feet, is the fact that she looks as white as a ghost. Apparently spending a week in the desert did nothing to offer this girl a tan.

She continues to walk until she feels a strong wind pushes against her back. It was strong enough to throw her off balance and she begins to roll of the sand dome. At this point, she was too weak to even resist or use her voice to response to the sudden situation she found herself in. After crashing down at the base of the sand dome did she finally uses her will power to move herself. It was hard for her to get herself back standing, with each of her gestures ending in a series of sinking body parts in the sand. When she finally manages to get herself upright, she falls almost immediately afterwards, which is follow by a loud snapping noise and agony. Her face cringes by the anguish. She turns her head to see that both her ankles are broken. Damn it...

She struggles to drag forward with only her upper body strength alone, but untimely she could only move a few meters before her arms gave out on her. As she rests in total defeat, she begins to question her rotten luck. Why did the one who determine her destiny decided to torment her with such a pathetic existence. And if no one is responsible for her current circumstances, then what did she do to receive such punishment from chance? Why does it has to be this way? As her willpower fades away, another powerful gust of wind begins to strike the land and again and again and again. So enough a sandstorm plagues the area. As she slowly gets cover in sand she begins to think how she deserve this. In fact, she probably has earn a worse comeuppance then this. She closes her eyes and prepares to be buried here for centuries to come.... then she feels a hand grab her arm and takes her away from that future.

As the Italian Liafador came closer, she realized just how large the abandon castle was. While fractured in multiple places with entire walls that had been knocked over not due to assault of man, but rather an invasion of Mother Nature. Years of rain, hail, thunder storms, wind storms, it all had worn down the once majestic castle. The Liafador Matriarch began to question if her Cardinal’s information was on point. Could the living weapon really be inside this forsaken stronghold?

Her motorcycle came to a stop as she kicked the stand down, pulling the helmet off her head as her locks of brown hair fell around her face freely. Getting off her feet began to sink into plush emerald grass, the soft wet Earth, indicating that not many people, if any, made their way to the once fortress. Slowly walking up to the entrance her gloved hand pressed against the heavy door, causing it to creak to life. Echo’s of the squealing sound could be heard throughout the stronghold as drips of water could be heard coming from the fractured ceilings. Carefully taking a step in, the only source of lighting was that of the sun that had managed to peek through the cracks of the stone walls.

Holding out her right hand her red lantern ring began to glow brightly as it became a personal light source. The White Cardinal was now able to get a better view of what was left inside the castle. Webbing clung all around the area with a layer of dust covering any area that wasn’t soaked with water. Splinters of what seemed to once be wooden tables, chairs and other sets of furniture could be seen scattered all around the area. It seemed as if a battle happened inside the castle. Could that have been the downfall of the once family that ruled here?

But that wasn’t what Zeon was here for, no, not to learn the history of the Castle and those who once ruled it, but the weapon that was stated to have protect it. The living weapon. Her feet pressed forward, not bothering to walk around puddles but rather straight through, using her arm to part webbing and her ring to continue lighting the path for her.

Little what the Liafador knew, was that she wasn’t the only one who had learned of the legendary weapon. Just outside the castle a man, who stood seven feet tall with swollen muscles and armed with men were examining the fortress foundation. He was an upcoming mercenary only known as “Butcher”. While his men were armed to the teeth with arsenal, Butcher only had a single machete blade held tightly into his hand. It was rumored that he could literally rip a man’s head off his neck with a single twist, and just like Zeon, he had learned legend of this Living Weapon, and had travelled across the seas to find it for himself.

But as the group walked up to the entrance, he noticed the door was left open, someone had been here. His eyes glared at the muddy footsteps that lead inside. Small, and light, like a woman. He gave a sinister grin as he slowly walked into the castle, the hunt had begun.

The Rise and Fall of a Good Man

- Part 2 -

A bright light hits her and causes her eyes to open in response. At first, she couldn't see anything due to the blinding sunshine, but it was not only her sight that was currently bothering the young looking woman. Upon waking up, she almost immediately feels a thriving pain in both of her legs. So much so that she winces and throws her hands to her face as if she was trying to hold back from screaming. As the seconds passes, her sight returns to normal and she could make out her surrounding. She was currently in a tiny tent with a single worn-out small carpet, that was being use as her bed at the moment, and a few small wrap up bags and utensils. There was nothing here that stood out as anything but the essentials and even then... there was some missing necessities as well. For one, there was no water or food to be found whatsoever.

As she looks up, she manages to spot the issue of the sudden welcome from the sun. One of the many sheets that made up the upper levels of the tent got unraveled from the structure and the loose sheet was taken by wind. As she looks out the hole, she could only see the sun and once more her eyes begin to be lost in a sea of pure brightness. She covers her eyes with one hand as she turns her head around slowly to get a full tour of the place. She didn't see anything meaningful, but she did find something that worry her. By one of the corners, was a few rat looking creatures that sneak inside the tent through an opening they made with their unfriendly teeth. There must of been at least five of those teeny, disgusting critters. She quickly responses by using her other hand to scare off the vermin. The rats in response didn't seem to appreciate her gesture, but when they notice her, all these hungry creatures saw was easy food. They storm after her and assault the defenseless girl.

She tries to escape, but her broken legs are incapable of fulfilling her wish. Promptly the the tiny brutes bite at her expose flesh, tearing into her and nibbling in her skin. She yells in pain and struggles to knock the rats off her body. Yet, for every rat she knocks off her body, another two would climb back on. Her eyes shot back to the hole in the tent's layer and more and more rodents arrive inside to join in on the fest. Soon there was going to be too many for her to handle and she was unable to escape from the situation. She fear this was the end... when suddenly a familiar hand reaches out to her and smacks the rats off her body. One of the creatures turns back and attempts another go at its meal, but it was quickly stopped by a bare foot smashing on top of its body, killing it instantly. The other rats picked up on the fate they could share with their fallen brother if they linger any longer. The speed of their appearance was nothing compared to their exodus. When the final beast is gone does her saver bother to speak. "Let me see." The young boy, look to be no older than 10 years old with golden hair. He gingerly examines her wounds and proceeds to reach into a bag to pull out a small bottle. He scoops some heavy cream from the object and places it on her injuries. "Here, this should help."

Minutes later the boy finishes performing basic medical care and says to her, "Looks like I saved you twice now. Hopefully this doesn't become a hobby...." The boy looks at her with a blank stare before continuing to speak, "Oops! I forgot to ask you for your name. Mine's Melios by the way." He waited to hear her answer, but realize after a quite minute passing by that he come to the conclusion that she probably can't understand him. So Melios begins to speak in a different language when the young looking woman cuts him off, "I don't remember it." The boy looks at her in confusion now and asks, "You don't remember what exactly? Your name" She looks at him with sad eyes as she answers, "Its not just my name I don't remember."

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As Alex rests inside her cardboard box and experiences a story that she has been replaying in her mind over and over again for the past few days. She was far to gone in this world to be currently unaware of anyone entering the castle. But should they enter any further and examine the walls, they will be greeted with thousands upon thousands of familiar marks on the wall. Each of these marks was caused by Alex throughout her many years as a resident of this once magnificent fortress. Perhaps some would first assumed that all the marks are a simple reminder of how many days she has spend in this castle. But the marks symbolize something else and far more important for her. Each mark was an achievement for this poor girl for being able to successfully remain sane and defeat her twisted urges. Yet as soon as she loses even one battle to her other self, she could only image that the number of marks would be insignificant to the number of casualties she would create in the wake of letting the other one win.

The light from her ring pierced through the darkness that lingered around her as her footsteps softly echoed through the numerous empty halls. How long had this place been abandoned? Turning into another hallway her eyes narrowed at the uncountable amount of markings along the walls. Tally marks of sorts, but… for what? The amount of people who have came into the forbidden fortress? Or did they mean something else entirely? Her hand pressed against the cold wall, running along the markings as if trying to figure out what they meant.

“Hmm…” was all that came from her as she turned into the first room. Empty, cold, dark, broken furniture, fractured walls, same as all the other rooms. No sign of any weapon of any sort. “Ttt.” Her tongue clicked against her teeth as she turned out of the room with annoyance in her eyes. She was going to have to look through all these rooms, one by one, on her own.

It was something she was more than willing to do. She needed this weapon that promised unremarkable power. Flashes of memories began to trickle into her mind. Her sister, Jessica attacking her with the intent of killing her, Jessica killing her loyal Cardinals, her father raving in anger about her becoming Matriarch, Isis and her broken body making it’s way to the Liafador Palace after missing for two years, Marcus almost getting Tassi and other members of the family killed and then there was Zedora, the false Liafador who kidnapped her half sister Chance, took her away from her. All of these things she was helpless to stop. Too weak. It angered her, it burned at the pit of her stomach. Everyone who wronged her family, every single one of them, she would make them pay.

Not too far behind her was Butcher and his men. Slowly making their way deeper and deeper into the broken castle with weapons in hand, ready to attack the first person they run into. His mammoth like built stood tall among his men followed closely behind. His muscles flexed with every step he took, his eyes darting from one area to another, like a bull, waiting to catch even the faintest color of red to attack.

The Rise and Fall Of A Good Man

- Part 3 -

A few days after the rat attack, the young looking girl learn quite a bit about her current situation. First, she ended up in the kingdom of Serso, which is more than a 500 miles away from the place that she escaped from previously. So, at the very least she knew that it is now safe to assume that the people looking for her have already given up finding her. No normal person could hope to survive the intense conditions of the desert she had to cross, where unique to most locations on the planet. Average day temperatures would reach 150°F and the the nights would be around -50°F. Yet, she was clearly not a regular being. Truth be told, the young boy who saved her, believe that she would have show signs of the plague currently going round being carried by the vermin, Heck, even he thought he was going to catch the plague when he protected her from the critters. In the heat of the moment, he didn’t remember anything about the fatal disease going around, nor would he even allow the thought of risking his own life being a factor that would prevent him from helping someone in need. That is just something the boy could not do. Which brings up the third thing she learned so far. That the boy’s kindness lead to his current dilemma.

After a while of being under the boy’s care, she had ask him if he lived by himself. The boy told her that he is waiting for his mother to return, yet the problem is that she is currently working to be rid of an insane debt. Though the boy didn’t get into details of what kinda work his mother is doing to help pay off her debt. Yet, he explain to her how it was his fault. A few weeks before he had found her in the desert, he decided to stop someone cruel from bullying a random innocent person on the street. Turn out, the person he taught a lesson is a son of one of the many town’s local corrupt government officials. Before long, men showed up at their door and under false accusations, framed his mother for crimes she did not commit, which lead to a massive fine, that they could not hope to avoid. From there, she was taken and put to work until a time when she accumulates enough money to free herself. The boy remember the crying and blaming himself, but his mother told him before being removed from her own home by force to never stop being her sweet little boy.

Now, as she sits upright and drinks a tiny bit of water, Melios enters the tent with some tiny and dried food. He offers her most of the food and takes only a little for himself. Before, she insisted that he eat all the food, yet when that only resulted in him refusing to eat until she eat, she learn to just accept the boy’s generosity and eat whatever amount she is given. As they eat together, she couldn’t help but to notice the new bandages on her legs. Unknown to the boy, her legs were nearly fully heal, even her feet. Yet, she did not wish to leave this boy. For some unknown reason, she couldn’t help like she owe this child something for all his help. Yet, she can not let him keep babysitting her like this… eventually she is going to have to return this favor and then say goodbye…. at least that is what she told herself at the time.

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Back in the castle , Alex continues to sit and daydream in her cardboard box, not knowing how soon her life was going to change again. To her, she has remind hidden for so long, that there was no way that someone was going to be able to find her again. Yet, she is just living under an illusion that she herself wish so hard to believe. Regardless of how long she has had a good run of being unused, she always manages to be found. Thankful, the last person who use her was some weak individual, but had it been someone of even regular strength and character… she didn’t even want to think what would have happen to the world at the time. She was also fortunate that her wielder was at least cowardly enough as well to not wish to use her for long periods of time. Perhaps a minute or two at most and only he ended up only using her a few times to accomplish his goals. But soon enough, he even feared her and refuse to use her after he murder his own family while wielding her one day for a little longer than he is used to using her, which allowed him to fall into temptations of the other one. Not long after that, did his kingdom fall into another’s hand.

She looked everywhere, top to bottom, every room, every corner, every pile of rubbish and nothing, not a single sign that the legendary living weapon was once here. Frustrated with herself Zeon slammed her fist against one of the cold walls, causing a layer of dust to float around her. Once more the legend was nothing but tall tales, once more it was time wasted, once more it was something she was going to have put upon her walls of failures.

But suddenly, the highly trained Cardinal’s ears caught the sound of footsteps from a distance, and her eyes instantly glowed a crimson red from her lantern ring. Using her ability to see the hearts of beings by a soft ruby glow that came radiating from the chest could be seen easily by her through the heavy stone walls. What she saw though, she was not expecting. It appeared the Italian Liafador was not alone, in fact, there were at least a dozen beings following not too far behind her. Did she lead them here? Where they simply curious tourists or people who had heard the legend themselves?

But then a single heart beat was seen, beneath her, down almost in the ground. What was that? Taking a step back into one of the many complex hallways, she was suddenly met with a red dot to her chest, that was quickly followed by dozen other. Her eyes looked up to see who it was that was inside the broken fortress with her. It turned out, they weren't tourists, but maybe terrorist instead.

“Ah, so you’re the woman we’ve been following.” A man, no… a giant, took a step forward, his footsteps causing small shivers of quake with every step her took. His masked face looked at Zeon from head to toe, examining her as Zeon kept her cold stone emotionally gaze upon him.“You do not look a woman who is lost, in fact… you look like you’re looking for something.” He gave a toxic smirk as the grip on his blade tightened.

“Am I to assume you're looking for the same thing?" Her Italian accent could be heard as she spoke, her hands rest comfortably upon her hips.“It's a shame I’ll have to kill all your men and take the item for myself.” She couldn’t hold back the over confident smirk on her lips.

“Woman, do you not see you’re outnumbered?” He began to walk closer towards her, casting a large shadow upon the Laifador of Darkness.“How sad, if you wouldn’t have had such a sharp tongue, I may have let you lived as my whore.”

“Why? Are your men not giving you satisfaction?”

That second the brutes blade thrust forward towards Zeon’s abdomen, but instead of cutting into flesh, it was met with sparks of Zeon’s own sword as she had swiftly pulled out her blade to block his attack. “Shoot her!” The Butcher yelled as gunfire roared throughout the Castle just seconds before the Liafador dove behind a wall. Her eyes became laced with darkness as she threw her arms in front of her, manipulating the darkness that lingered all around them to create a wall to separate the two groups. The Butcher stomped over to the unnatural wall and began pounding upon it, but was unable to break it… for now.

Quickly getting up she began quickly making her way back down to the deepest part of the castle. Her eyes, glowing crimson, were focused on the single heart beat that seemed to now be on the same level as her. She was roaming through a hallway she had ambulated through before, but this time, noticed something she hadn’t… an old, broken bookcase that leaned against the wall, seemed to be the only thing that was separating The Matriarch from whoever else was in this castle. Even though she knew it was most likely a homeless individual, she couldn’t, in good conscious, leave the person alone in here with the massive beast roaming around. Placing her hands against the edges of the cabinet, she gave a single push that caused it to topple over, crumbling into nothing but thorns and splinters as it crashed into the ground.

The literal hole in the wall was pitch black dark, and squeezing herself in, she managed to take a step onto the wet ground as the stink of mold and what seemed to be rotting rodents filled her senses. There, she heard shifting not too far from her. Her eyes looked up as she held out her lantern ring, a soft crimson glow lighting up the area as a single cardboard box could be seen across the way. Carefully making her way towards it, she looked in to see a girl sitting inside the box. But it looked like she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings, as if she was lost in her own mind. “Hey, hey, what’s your name?” Zeon’s voice was rough and almost cold as she reached out to try and shake the girls shoulder. “You need to get out of here, there’s a man-“ Suddenly there was a massive rumble, throughout the castle. They have broken her wall down, it would only be moments before they would find the two women. “We need to go,now.”

@zeon_liafador:

Alex's illusion, or perhaps a forgotten memory, fades away from her awareness as she hears and feels someone engaging with her unprotected body. Immediately she becomes frighten by the presence of another person. Her body begins to shake violently out if fear and she proceeds to try to push away the intruder invading her personal space. Flailing her arms and legs like a mad person, she attempts to dash towards another room of the castle and away from this complete stranger. Though in her carelessness she accidentally trips on her own box and falls down hard on her knees and hands, creating bruises on the bones that made contact with the solid wooden floor. Still, she continues to scramble until she was standing and running again. In her mind she was pleading that this was all a terrible nightmare. Her eyes full of horror and tears at the reality that she has been discovered once again by someone. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO... she continue to repeat over and over again in her mind. She runs into a wall and begins to panic more upon the realization that the only entrance/exit to the room is behind the dangerous looking woman. Now cursing herself for not going the correct way, she starts to strike the dense stone wall with her fragile hands in a distressful manner as powerful as her little fist could produce, which lead to her hands bleeding during her desperate effort to create a new escape route for her to use.

As soon as her hand touched the young girls body, it began to tremble uncontrollably, causing the Liafador Matriarch to jerk herself back. Zeon’s brows pushed against each other, she didn’t have time for this. The girl quickly ran, in attempts to escape the Liafador Cardinal, only to watch her trip and fall upon the floor, get back up and run again. There was one thing this girl was… persistent. But she knew if this girl continued to run in that direction, she would run into the man and his gunmen. She could simply just leave the girl in their hands to die, but deep down… Zeon couldn’t. Even though she was known in her family to be cold and distant and uncaring, she didn’t want someone to die because of her.

“Stop that! You’re hurting yourself!” she hissed with her teeth clenched against each other. Her boots pressed against the flooring as she walked up behind the girl, trying to calm her down.“I’m not here to hurt you, but someone else is in this building, someone who WILL hurt you, we need to leave, NOW.” She was about to reach out, to touch the girl, gunfire thundered through the fractured castle as a bullet jammed itself into the right shoulder of the Liafador Matriarch. Cursing to herself she looked over to see one of the many gunmen now standing at the only entrance and exit of this hole. Her crimson blood began to ooze from her wound as she watched as The Butcher made his way between his group of men.

“The next bulletwillkill you.” His eyes looked down at the other girl and with a sadistic smirk gave a rumbling chuckle. “Is this your partner? I’ll have you watch her die!” He began rushing forward like a bull seeing red, raising his machete at her and upon bringing it down, instead of hitting flesh, sparks flew as Zeon now stood between the mammoth size of a man and the crazed young girl with her own blade in hand.

“You will NOT touch her.” Zeon growled as her eyes blanked over with darkness as she pushed his blade away from her and quickly stretched out her left hand towards him, causing a wave of shadow energy to collide with him, forcing him to stumble backwards and his men to fall upon their backs. “Please, I need you to stand back, let me help you.” She spoke, her Italian accent thickening due to the stress of the situation. She didn't know how to make the girl trust her, or calm down, she could only hope her actions would get through to her.