[O][D] The Battle for Sanguine Castle

[Nori]

Staggering to her feet the teenager stumbled, her body almost hitting the solid earth. Gathering her posture she was quickly surrounded in front of the gate by a dozen or so of the officers of Outcasts, each one pointing a rifle at her. Head bowed Akane?s eyes lingered on the ever closer ground, her golden eyes opening wide as the pupils dilated; the whites of her eyes becoming massive. Clenching her fists the angel shrugged off the voices of the wolves of men that hounded her; ignoring the nagging that was their voices. Looking at her palm the figure frowned.

?You smell.? The golden individual spoke clearly, her voice firm; stating a fact. Raising her head so that her teary face was in plain view she continued, the guns of the soldiers never making her halt. ?You all reek of blood, of slaughter.? Staggering forward in a slouch she was fired at, the bullet slicing the topmost portion of her right shoulder.

?I don?t want to fight you. Please, don?t make me fight you.? Another bullet rushed past her left cheek, slicing it open ever so slightly. Halting Akane spread her arms wide open, as if in a hug. Staggering forward in a sluggish motion she wiped drool off of her chin, speaking clearly to the soldiers around her. ?Please, don?t make me fight you. Don?t make me fight you.?

She stood directly in front of the man in front of the gate, her arms wide open; leaving her body exposed to be shot. A long silence followed, Akane looking at the soldier with compassion in her eyes; the outcast soldier looking at her with confusion. Raising his gun he fired; his bullet firing directly into the chest of the once Akane Kimidori; Ending her life in the game in one quick movement; a fatality of sorts.

Or so he thought..

Standing to his right side was the teenage beauty, her hand clasping his gun in a tight grip; prying it from his fingers. ?Has anyone ever told you that you lack compassion, friend?? Slamming the top of the rifle into his face resulted in a rush of blood; the figure clasping his face as he fell backwards; the pain of his broken nose rendering him unconscious. ?All of you, please. I don?t want to fight you, and I know in your hearts that you know you would end up like this man. Please, stand down. Surrender yourselves. You will be guaranteed safety, and your ability to stay in the *game*." Saying the last part with slight disgust she watched as the dozen or so soldiers stared at her, each one bearing a though in their minds; betrayal.

Cell Jr. was here by himself, with less then half of the amount of troops that Dante possessed. The thought of not surrendering quickly left the soldiers minds. Dropping their weapons in front of them they dozen or so soldiers raised their hands in the air, a emptiness in their eyes. As they began walking towards Dante camp, Akane pointed to several of the soldiers around her under the banner of Dante, having them escort the weaponless soldiers to the camp. They would be held their until after the battle.

The youth would be happy, if it wasn?t for the fact that the former enemy soldiers hadn?t done what they did for the right reasons. Greed was the object that had done the deed.