Familial Hunt (Zorolo)

(OoC: This one takes place a month after Battle Seeker.)

BiC:

My whole family are demon slayers. Except for myself, according to them, I’m a demon. One of the creatures that my family hunts, and kills. After I’ve left, I have been nervous of every day I wake up for one reason; Will I run into a member of my family? Elea closed her journal and put it into her left pocket, before standing up and following Monroe, off to train somewhere.

---------------------

“Son. It’s time to find your sister. You’re coming with me this time.” The young teen eagerly looked up at his father and followed him. The father’s red vest fluttered in the wind, as the two men left a cabin. “Thankfully, your grandmother thought to keep that mark on her, it’ll make this easier…” The father’s katana glowed white, while moving with him as he walked on.

Many miles later, the two men came into a forest, the red vested one looked at a sheet of paper. It was a map to a ruin of a town. “This way.” The boy, wearing leather armor on his chest and arms followed his father into the forest, one hand on the hilt of his shortsword.

---------------------

A noon day sun shone on worn buildings, ground down to half their size and random sized holes throughout them. Surprisingly, some pillars and roofs remained still, with barely a scratch on them. The forest around the ruined town was quiet, except for some birds singing and a voice.

“Come on Elea, keep trying.” Another arrow came close to her, only to bring up a square of water, just managing to block the blast after the arrow touched the ground. “Keep moving, Elea.”

“Right,” the child took of to her right, before an arrow flew in front of her, and she rolled forwards underneath it. Then she changed direction after popping up, heading to her left now, and spotted a faint shadow following her. Another arrow came into view, just a blur, but a square of water formed in midair to catch it, and contained the explosion.

“Good one.”

The midday sun sat idly in the sky. Monroe drew his bowstring back again and smiled. In a flick, the arrow rushed from the bow and towards the young girl, who narrowly evaded the blast that followed. The Quincy smiled as he fired again, only to watch the young girl narrowly evade the next attack. "Getting better, but try this!" he exclaimed, drawing back his bowstring again and firing off four arrows at once.

As the arrows moved quickly, the girl stared at them intently, getting ready to make her move. To evade the three at once only required her to know where they were going, but only Monroe really knew for sure. After all, he was the one that had aimed them. The first arrow struck the ground, and the girl slid away. The second made a break for where she was, giving her only the slimmest of chances to leap back and evade it. The next two arched towards her from both sides, threatening to pincer her in the attack.

"Bear your fangs and strike back!" the archer called out. Suddenly, two thick barriers of water rose up and blocked the arrows and their explosions, aside from the small recoil that knocked her back slightly. The little girl fell to her knees, looking relatively tired. Heavy breaths escaped her mouth as she looked at him.

"Good training, lets get some breakfast," he told her, smiling as he walked over to a pack laying on the ground and removing some food he had made that morning for their training. "After all, fighters can't fight on an empty stomach." He handed her a sandwich and smiled. "So let's take a small break."

Elea nodded and walked over to Monroe. “Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the sandwich and sat down, leaning against a sturdy wall. After taking a couple of bites and swallowing the food, she looked worried all of a sudden.

He looked at the child, “What’s wrong?”

“Just remembering my family.”

“What about them?” he asked.

“They’re all demon hunters, and according to them… I’m a demon due to my sister. I hope I don‘t meet them…”

Monroe laughed slightly, “Don’t worry, if they try to come here, I’ll stop them.”

--------------

The two men eventually came onto the ruins of a town, the father leading.

His blonde hair was bound into a ponytail, which stopped at the back of his neck. Dark blue eyes scanned the area around him as he and his son entered the town. Light tanned skin glowed in the sunlight, a faded scar went from his left eye to his cheek. The man’s white shirt was visible underneath a red, long sleeved vest that ended at his waist. Light beige clothed pants fluttered in the breeze and his dark brown leather shoes thudded quietly on the ground.

His son, walking to his right wore a light brown, leather plate over his light blue shirt. The young teen’s dirty blond hair swayed in the breeze, even though it barely went down to his neck. His dark blue clot pants were tucked into similar shoes that his father wore. His skin had no scars on it, except for his light tanned skin.

The two eventually came upon the only other people in the town, before the older man noticed something. His voice came out in a serious tone, “Elea, daughter, you should know that you shouldn’t have a sword yet.”

As soon as Elea heard his voice, her eyes went wide in shock. No…

Monroe's eyes looked at the man's and he smiled a little bit. "Welcome, welcome, and what brings you here?"

The blonde haired man looked at the warrior and narrowed his eyes. "Was it you who gave her that sword? She's forbidden to have a sword, boy. Who are you to give her one?" the father asked in a stern tone. Monroe merely laughed and finished eating his sandwich.

"And who are you to say who can and who cannot have a weapon? After all, you and that little kid you brought with you have swords. Why can't she? After all, she's got her freedom."

"She's my daughter," the hunter commented as he reached for the handle of his sword. "I'm here to free her from her demon, but if you have given her a sword, then you've made that harder. I guess I'll need to deal with you first," he stated as he stepped forwards.

In a flash of light, the sword had been stopped in the tips of Monroe's gloved fingers. He smiled at the man and looked at Elea. "Get out of here. I'll deal with Mr. Happy here. I won't let him harm you, Elea."

The warrior pulled quickly and jerked his sword from the Quincy's hand and rushed at Elea. "I won't let you get away demon!" he commented, moving quickly towards her.

"Yeah right!" the archer commented as he quickly used Hirenkyaku to move himself in front of the man and kick him in the head. As the demon hunter stumbled back and recovered from the blow. "And just so you know, I'm a Quincy, a race of demon hunters like yourself."

"Demon hunters... Quincy... But wait... they were supposed to be extinct. What's going on here? You must be lying! If you're a Quincy, than why are you defending the demon in my daughter?!"

"Because you're daft! She's got no demon in here. That dark twin of hers is a gift, not a curse, like you're treating it as. It makes her special and powerful. But if you doubt me, then try to capture her. I'll stop you at every corner. I'll protect Elea with my life if that's what it takes. I'll stop the likes of you from killing those with talent from your fear of their potential. Now then, let's go!" Monroe stated firmly as he formed his bow in his right hand and drew the string back, readying an arrow. "Battle!"

Elea immediately darted off, deeper into the ruined town, before the son and her brother, ran after her. “Don’t let her get away Noah!” With that the man, Deacon, vanished into thin air. Three copies of him appeared around the Quincy, all with their katanas drawn, and pointing at him.

Monroe leapt up, before all three slashed forwards, and fired three arrows down onto the three men. All three exploded into a bright flash of light, Elea’s father came back in thin air, and swiped at the archer and missed. An arc of light crashed into the building, cutting into the wall, as Monroe stood on a solid section of roof.

-------------

The Union continued to run away from her father, with her brother on her tail. “Stop running demon, we’re only trying to help my sister, to free her.”

“I’m not a demon!” The swords-girl stopped suddenly, and turned towards him, drawing her weapon. Water spun around the blade, she recently gave it the name of Hydra, a multi-headed serpent from mythology that her grandmother told her about once. It fit due to the two colors and edges along the blade, as well herself.

The child watched her brother approach, and stood with her left side facing him, the tip of Hydra pointing straight at him. There was a small glint of fear in her eyes, but she stood her ground anyway, as Noah started to charge.

"Well, you're quite impressive. I mean, its not like I haven't seen that clone trick before. You're just bending light into a solid form and manipulating it to attack me, right? I'm so impressed, I might give you a medal for most original attack in the history of attacks. You'll get that right after I finish beating your head in," Monroe stated as the building beneath his feet shifted. The building slid a short distance before the dark man leapt into the air and fired off three arrows in quick succession, trying to pin down the warrior.

Flashes of light erupted and the arrows scattered into particles. Following the vanishing arrows, several blades of light rushed towards the Quincy. Monroe simply smiled as he quickly rolled forwards and used Hirenkyaku to air dash point blank towards the hunter. A smile crossed over the dark clad man's face as he fired off an arrow point blank at the light warrior.

Following the attack, a massive blast engulfed the clone of light and the archer. As the former bounty hunter flew backwards through the cut wall and had it fall upon him, the dark clad man realized he had been bated. "Good trick... a clone to lure me in and blow me up, huh," the Quincy muttered as he pushed the rubble off of him and the smoke coming from his body stopped.

The archer had provided himself just enough time to form a mild shield with another arrow to avoid any real danger from that attack, but still, he hurt a little bit. Suddenly, the hum of metal displacing wind echoed quickly as the Quincy looked back and turned quickly. The blade of the katana met with the bow and locked the two for a brief second. After a moment, the Quincy pushed the hunter's sword away and used Hirenkyaku to step back and began to volley arrows quickly.

The demon hunter quickly braced himself for the attack as the arrows struck him. Smoke rose from the light warrior as he looked at Monroe from behind his crossed arms. "I'd say we're back to square one, wouldn't you?" he asked calmly.

"Doubtlessly. Now then, let's go!" Monroe yelled as he quickly drew back and fired a few arrows quickly.

(OoC: Black text means her sister is talking. First use of Elea's skill Split.)

Her brother charged directly at her. Elea stood her ground and waited for him, blocking his slash, but she skidded back. Noah slashed at her again, but was thrown back by a sudden Peg to his chest.

“What… water…? How can you…” The flat side of Hydra struck him in the face, nearly causing him to fall over.

Sis, can I come out…? Elea looked to her left for a moment, I guess so. Good, I want to try something out. The swords girl felt numb for a second, before her sister came out, stuck onto her back. She forced Elea to turn around, letting her sister see her actual brother.

“Th- The demon!” He charged again, while her sister just grinned.

“Split!” Elea was blinded by a white glow that entirely blocked her from view, her brother winced before the light vanished. Her sister stood nearby Elea, but on her own, not attached to her. What…? Her sister laughed, “I’ll tell you later, sister. Right now, I want to have some fun. I can also show what you can actually do…”

The demon-looking child ran right at Noah, who prepared to cleave her head open in a vertical slash, but a single swipe forced him back which was quickly followed by a kick to his head. She still grinned at him, as he fell to the ground.

----------------------

Deacon quickly blocked the arrows with a shield of light, which caught the explosions as well. Spears of light instantly countered the attack, flying back towards Monroe, who seemed to vanish for a moment. A blast caught him in the back, sending the light warrior stumbling forwards, before he also vanished.

Monroe appeared on the roof of a building, before a pillar of light crashed down onto it. Three more light crescents sailed towards him, as a mere blur jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

Dammit... I underestimated this guy... I've gotta tread more carefully if I don't want to be slain. Or maybe... I just need something to turn up my capacity, the Quincy thought as he slid to a stop. The swordsman followed suit and stared at the dark clad man as Monroe removed a pair of white, Mac headphones and put them in his ears. He removed an orange Ipod from within his jacket and turned it on.

"Killing in the Name Of, by Rage Against the Machine. Seems fitting," Monroe said as he put the song on loop single song. The demon hunter arched his eye as the archer put his Ipod back in his jacket and smiled. "Now you do what they told ya. Now you do what they told ya. Now you do what they told ya..." he repeated a few times, smiling.

"What are you babbling about?" the man asked as he began to lace a series of light spears towards the dark clad man. Still, as the ever increasing number of light spears drew near, the Quincy simply stood there and smiled as he tapped his foot and kept his head down.

"**** you I won't what you tell me. **** you I won't do what ya tell me. **** you I won't do what you tell me..." he continued for a second with a smile. As the light spears all landed in one spot, it seemed that the target had been dealt with due to his own foolishness, but that wasn't quite true.

A quickly flash of moving light appeared as the Quincy appeared next to the man, kneeling quickly as he spun around and thrust his foot into the hunter's face and sent him flying into the air. "Killing in the Name of!" Monroe stated as he started volleying off arrows towards Deacon. The warrior simply looked down as the arrows moved towards him and impacted on him, shooting his body down towards the ground.

"Those who died are justified!" Monroe said as the body of the hunter, smoking, hit the ground. However, much to the archer's shock, as the body hit the ground, it detonated. "No way..." he said, his eyes going wide. Suddenly, a blade pierced through his lower abdomen. The Quincy winced as he looked back slightly.

"Nice try. But nothing will stop our goal," Deacon said as he pushed the sword a little bit farther into Monroe. "Now then... die!" he said, quickly yanking the sword from Monroe's abdomen.

(OoC: First notice of Elea's light magic.)

Elea’s other half continued to attack her brother, barely letting up her random kick and swipes with her claws. She just watched the fight, gawking slightly. “See, sis? I’m you…and I’m fighting…like this.” A single punch with her claws formed a Peg, which shot her brother into a wall of a building. “Get up.”

Noah just looked at her, too stunned to move. Her sister wanted to continue beating on him, before she walked back to Elea. “Times up right now. This skill doesn’t last long enough…” Another glow surrounded her when her sister held Elea’s hand and vanished. A white spark seemed to stay on her hands.

The swords-girl continued to look at it, before her brother spoke up, looking frightened. “H-how do… you have l-light magic…?”

Huh?

----------------

Deacon slashed at Monroe’s back, but missed, with the Quincy kicking him in the head. The clone exploded again, nearly causing him to fall. The light warrior appeared above him, intent on stabbing his katana through the archer’s head. Three arrows met his sword instead of blood as Elea’s father was thrown backwards, smashing into the ground, before exploding. “Stop sending your clones, they aren’t working!”

"You're a cocky little bastard, aren't you?" the hunter asked as he took a step forwards and held his sword ready to swing down at Monroe. "After all, I can keep this up all day, and you look like you're about ready to quit. After all, it has to be hard to fight with that kind of wound. I don't think I could handle too well with it either... maybe."

"Yeah... the problem is... this is only a flesh wound!" Monroe said as he stepped back and reached into his jacket, removing a silver tube and throwing it at Deacon. The tube, just before striking his head, began to glow green. "Ignite!" Monroe yelled as the tube exploded and blew the head clean off the hunter. Seconds later, a second blast wrung out from the clone that had just been destroyed. "Why didn't I see that coming?"

"Because you're a fool!" the swordsman yelled as he leapt down towards the archer with his sword pointed down. "And now, you die."

"Come on... that's like... the third time you've tried that trick. Well, PUNISH!" the Quincy yelled as green strings bound one of Elea's father's legs and quickly allowed Monroe to spin around and release the man from the binds into a nearby wall. A distant explosion told the former bounty hunter he had just killed another clone. "That's getting really old."

"And it won't stop!" another figure in the image of Deacon stated as it rushed Monroe from the side, charging quickly to impale him.

"All right, let's dance then," Monroe stated as he slid back a few feet before forming his bow and pounding off a quick arrow that blew the demon hunter backwards into a tree. Another distant explosion wrung out and signified another clone had been destroyed. "Okay, what is this guy, a ninja? This is getting old."

"And you're going to perish!" Deacon yelled again, this time rushing at Monroe from the front. The Quincy merely curled up his fingers and threw his right hand back. A stream of Ransoutengai reached out and grabbed onto a slab of nearby house. With a powerful yank, Monroe pulled the part of the building from the ground and slammed it into Deacon. As the wall moved, a blast erupted, blowing up the wall and allowing the Quincy to know he'd failed once again to strike the real monster.

Well... this isn't working. What in the hell is going on? He hasn't yet even stepped into view... meaning he must be trying to bide time to get elsewhere. Well, too bad for him. I'll get to him before that happens, the Quincy thought as he looked around. An observation of the ruins held bad news. He was surrounded on all sides by clones. "Oh... this is just great. Well... I'll stop you yet!" the archer said as he formed his bow and smiled. "I'll hit the real one this time," Monroe stated as he began to close in on the Reiatsu of each of the Deacon's around him. "You can't hide from me."

Noah tried to get up, but fell back down. He just kept watching Elea and the sparks coming off of her right hand. The swords-girl looked at her hand as well, before the sparks faded away. Light magic…?

“I’m glad I finally found you, daughter.”

The Union reluctantly looked to her right, and saw her father walking towards her, while she stepped back. The child turned to run, but slashed at her back before she could even move, Deacon then picked her up with his left hand and turned her to face him. “I’m only trying to help you, daughter.”

The Quincy closed his eyes and let his knowledge of what's around him fade. Although relying on this talent wasn't normally something that the Monroe would do, this would, easily, solve the problem of finding the real Deacon. After all, the process of cloning oneself isn't too hard to figure out. He's taking magical energy and dividing into multiple figures. If I were Z, I could figure out who this was easily, but, since I'm not, I need to figure it out the hard way... scanning for which of these bastards has the highest Reiatsu.

The massive area around him was one large mishmash of light energy flowing around. Although, when it was broken down into individual clones, their powers were all roughly equal. He's not near me... I'm sure he's done this enough to hide his spirit among the clones... but I'm assuming he's made a break for it. He's probably near Elea. Knowing that...

The archer quickly spread his range of sense, expanding it as far as he could. In the distance, he could sense three different spiritual pressures. One was distinctly Elea's. He could tell because it was shaken and unsteady. Clearly Elea had been shocked by the appearance of her father. The second spiritual pressure wasn't very large, so the dark clad man ruled that one out. However, the last one was easily figured out.

"Found ya," Monroe stated as he drew the string of his bow back and began to gather up energy. The Quincy opened his eyes, looking into the distance where he knew his foe was. A straight shot would do the trick, he hoped. It was also at the moment that the clones made their move. The whole group of clones leapt at once.

"Pretty sad strategy. Anyway, time to shine!" Monroe yelled as he released the arrow. The powerful energy blast ripped through the air and towards the target. In seconds, it moved towards the hunter, unaware of the oncoming attack.

Meanwhile, Deacon stood proudly, looking down at Elea. "I'm only trying to help you, daughter," he repeated as he moved to take a step towards her. It wasn't more than an instant before the large arrow struck him and blasted him into a nearby tree.

Meanwhile, where Monroe was, the clones all suddenly detonated at the same time. "I knew it!" Monroe exclaimed as he ducked down and shielded his head from the massive explosion. A large dome of light magic appeared as the clones all blew up in unison. In the next few seconds, the dark clad man stood up and looked out into the distance. Much to his luck, and planning, the blast had narrowly missed him.

Quickly, the Quincy rushed into the forest after Deacon. "I'm coming!" he yelled as he leapt from tree to tree quickly, using Hirenkyaku to speed up his trip. He saw Deacon as he rose from where he had struck the tree and watched the hunter grab his sword. Quickly, the archer drew his Seele Schneider and struck. "I won't let you harm her!" the dark clad man yelled as the two crossed swords. "Elea, get out of here... I'll protect you!" Monroe told her in haste as the two continued to lock swords.

"Elea, get out of here... I'll protect you!"

As soon as the Union heard that, she ran off, despite the pain coming from the wound on her back. She heard something fall to the floor as she was running, but didn’t look, Noah had fainted and slumped over onto the ground.

After ducking into an alley, the swords-girl fell to her knees. A glimmer of light made her look at Hydra, which she held onto the entire time. What…? Pain burned around the wound on her back again, and the tip of her sword accidentally hit it, but it didn’t hurt though. Odd… Elea looked at her sword again, noticing the light was brighter as it touched the wound.

“Why… is it acting like that…?” She leaned against the wall behind her, before Hydra moved on it’s own, the blade lining up with the wound instantly. The pain slowly went away.

-------------

Deacon broke the sword lock and blasted an orb of light at the Quincy. He stepped to the left, but the orb exploded into a cross of light crescents. Monroe moved to slash at him, and hit the light warrior’s shoulder, but his whole body vanished as a massive flash of light covered him.

“Nice try, boy.” The hunter’s voice rang out, but he never appeared in the area. A light ring, did however, but Monroe vanished before a pillar of light smashed up through the earth where he was.

Monroe landed with a smile as he looked at the man. The dark clad man spun his sword by the ring at the end of it quickly as he watched over the man that he had been fighting closely. "You think you're the only one that can set traps... well, it seems you think pretty highly of yourself then," Monroe said as he raised his empty right hand. Thin wires attached themselves to his finger tips as he clenched his hand. Suddenly, the wires all bound Deacon to a tree.

The demon hunter struggled a little bit as the Quincy smiled. Quickly, the archer spun his sword around his finger and placed the weapon back on his blade belt. In a moment, the dark clad man reformed his bow in his left hand and drew the strings long the bow as he drew the weapon back. Suddenly, the Ransoutengai strings combined into an arrow, tightening the grip on the captured warrior, and grew.

"I'm a master of tricks, too. Now then, time for you to pay, Ripcord!" Monroe stated as he fired the arrow. The arrow traveled extremely fast along the strings that it had been attached to and rammed hard into the hunter. In a few seconds, a massive blast went off as a massive hole appeared in the tree. "Shot him clean through," Monroe said with a smile as the hunter's body slid to a stop.

"I knew even you weren't that good. Even you couldn't escape that trap," the dark clad man stated as he drew his Seele Schneider from his sword belt and walked towards Deacon. Although a little bit burned from the attack, he didn't seem too much worse for the wear. Still, the dark clad man knew not to take him lightly. This guy probably had something else up his sleeve yet.

Deacon couldn’t help but laugh. Still holding his katana, he got up and looked right at Monroe. He kept laughing, which quickly started to sound evil-like. “Really? I just let you have your fun with that skill. Now, it’s my turn…”

He just pointed his katana at the Quincy, and watched it turn a bright white. A ring of light formed under their feet, before the dark clad man jumped out of it. “Just what I thought you would do…”

“What…?”

That was all he managed to say, before something white grabbed him and threw him clear through two buildings, which crumbled to the ground afterward. After smashing into the wall of a third, wires of light formed a web around him, and held him still. Deacon vanished again, before four slash wounds appeared on Monroe’s chest and face.

He appeared in front of the wounded Quincy and smiled at him, before turning away from him. “Now to find her…” the light warrior stated while walking away.

"You sure do give yourself a lot of credit, don't you?" Monroe asked as he began to spin his sword around and cut at the strings and freed the Quincy. Still, that didn't stop the dark clad man from falling onto the ground hard. The archer pushed himself up to his hands and knees before quickly spinning around and trying to spin kick Deacon in the legs.

The demon hunter smiled as he stepped back over the attack, only to see the actual attack that was set up. A powerful thrust towards the man's chest followed after Monroe's missed sweeping kick. The hunter merely smiled as the sword pierced his body. When the blade of the weapon made it about halfway into the man's body, the being suddenly exploded and blasted the Quincy through another wall.

As the dark clad man rolled through the ground, he quickly popped up to his feet as the watched Elea's father nearing where he could sense her. "Oh no you don't!" Monroe yelled as he used Hirenkyaku to intercept the man. A quick slash left both men moving back slightly from the clash. The dark clad man skidded to a stop, as did the demon hunter, and the two stared at each other.

Monroe spun his sword by the ring at the end and smiled again as he did so. "You're annoying, but I'm gonna stop you yet!" he stated firmly as he rushed forwards and the two suddenly clashed swords again. A flash of light erupted, pushing the Quincy back, but giving him a quick chance to recover and make his move again. The two exchanged blows a few more times before they stopped. Monroe merely smiled. "You're pretty hand with that sword for how little you use it," the Quincy mocked as he held his ready to go. He wasn't anywhere near done yet.

Elea got up with a start upon hearing Monroe as well as the fight close by, she began to back away from the area, before she ran through two buildings and ducking into another alleyway. She sheathed Hydra before she started running and noticed that the pain was entirely gone by now.

As she sat in the shadows, the child noticed that her hands were glowing white, as sparks came off of her fingers, jumping in between her outstretched hands. Wow…

--------

“You don’t think I can use this?!” Deacon growled before he vanished again. Monroe seemed to block some of his strikes, but slashed at another clone before half of his katana pierced his left shoulder. It glowed brightly before it exploded, making the wound worse.

“You’re not a swordsman, you’re just a brawler.” With that, the light hunter made an attempt to stab through the Quincy’s throat from behind.

Monroe smirked at this as he spun around and kicked the sword's blade away and quickly head butted the attacker. Deacon stumbled back as Monroe ripped off a sleeve of his jacket, revealing the upper most part of his glove under his jacket and binding his wounded shoulder. Although it hurt a little bit, the Quincy's body had already began healing. Still... with this many wounds, that wouldn't be an easy task.

The dark clad man leapt upwards and spun around. With a quick slash, the blade of the hunter was knocked back. After a series of slashes and thrusts, the demon hunter found himself on the defensive. A sudden thrust from the swordsman's katana threw the dark clad man off as he ducked backwards to evade the blade and fell onto his back. Quickly, the Quincy spun his body on the ground and did a handstand before flipping back a few times and sliding to a stop.

A sudden, and powerful, slash flew towards the landing Quincy. Quickly, Monroe braced himself and blocked the attack with his Seele Schneider. As the blades sparked against each other, the dark clad man held his ground firmly, trying not to lose any ground to the other warrior. "You can't defeat me like this," the dark clad man stated as he began to push the demon hunter's sword back.

"Or can I?" Deacon asked as he reeled back his empty hand and a ball of light gathered into his palm. Before Monroe could respond, the ball of light slammed into his chest. A massive blast, caused from the ball of light igniting and blowing up all of Monroe's silver tubes, sent the dark clad man flying through the air.

When Monroe hit the ground and slid along, he felt his sword come free from his hand and roll around until it stopped a few feet from his still skidding body. Monroe's eyes were faint, his chest heavily burned from the massive explosion. If the power hadn't been his own, he noted, that attack would have probably killed him. Forcing himself to stand as best he could, the Quincy looked at the man.

Most of his jacket, mantle and undershirt had been burned away by the attack. Monroe's eyes were faint, barely conscious, as he looked at his foe. "I'm not gonna let you hurt her..." the archer stated, trying to raise his wounded left arm. "I can't let you... because... I'll defend her with my life!"

Deacon just grinned at him, “ Really? You can’t even get up…” Four clones rushed at Monroe, barely seen as a mere blur as more slash wounds appeared on him, before he triggered all four clones to explode. The blast threw the dark clad man back, before he hit and slid down a wall. The building shook slightly as the light warrior sent four light crescents aimed around the Quincy.

They cut into the wall, and caused it to collapse and jagged pieces rained down, aimed at Monroe as he tried to stand up.

Monroe smiled as he stood up. Just because he was hurt didn't mean this was over just yet. "I'm telling you... I'm not done yet..." Monroe said as the light in his eyes seemed to burn brightly again. His body vanished and he appeared behind Deacon. "After all, you can't protect what's important to you if you can't fight back," Monroe said as he pulled his right hand forcefully away.

The demon hunter's eyes went wide for a moment as he found himself hurtling towards a nearby tree. A sudden crashing noise rang out as he crashed through a wall. Monroe smiled as he wobbled a bit. "Well... guess I don't have a choice. Normally, I'm not one to do this... but..." Monroe said as he looked up. Suddenly, a massive burst of photon energy erupted around him in the form of green energy radiating off his body. Slowly, the energy began to form strings around his body.

The demon hunter pushed the rocks that had fallen on him off as he looked at Monroe. Quickly, the Ransoutengai was settling on his body, forcefully moving his limbs and making them work. "Ransoutengai. My secret weapon. A secret technique that Quincy use to forcefully move their body. No matter how bad my wounds are, this will allow me to fight you... even if its as a corpse!" Monroe stated firmly as he formed his bow. "Let's go!"

Quickly, eight arrows sped towards the light warrior at once. "Block that."