+ PISTOL ON MY WAIST, I MIGHT MAKE A MISTAKE,
DEAD SHOT, HEAD SHOT, OH MY G*D AM I CRAZY?
[ skrillex & rick ross - purple lamborghini ]

"They're taking too long, don't you think?"

It's been 3 days ever since the envoy (lol) has been sent to the enemies' base to save Solar. As Ice and Thorn are both tied to school, they're bound to it— meaning that they're unable to leave the premises as much as they wanted to.

Neither of them are worried, just lightly concerned. Though Thunderstorm, the strongest Wonder in terms of brute power between them all, was with both Blaze and Cyclone, they couldn't help but speculate the risks that might happen.

Nothing is safe, when you're dealing with destructive powers. Thorn purses his lips into a thin line and turns to Ice, "Should we ask for backup?"

"To who?" Ice raises a brow, "Humans won't help."

The green-eyed apparition huffs, lolling his head slightly with his cheeks propped up on both open palms, "Well, do you have a better plan than I do?"

"No." Sighing, the other apparition could only close his eyes in thought. "But putting mortals in there would break our moral code, Thorn."

"Yeah, yeah! I'm aware of that.." He pouts.

"Plus, they're powerless." Ice adds, leaning on the khaki-colored couch next to the Sixth Wonder- both looking up at the starry ceiling. "It's not like their presence could change things. If anything, it might make things harder for them three."

Thorn rolls his eyes, "I hate being cooped up here!"

"Did you really think that I don't? If Solar wasn't your yorishiro, and if he wasn't your brother or Blaze's friend— we would've left him there."

"Well, useless people aren't worth saving."

Ice shudders at Thorn's comment, "That's a little too mean. Nobody's useless. Like your brother, for example. Why exactly is every spirit after him?"

"Because he's the source of my po—"

"I know that." Frowning, the half Third Wonder shakes his head in dismay. "I meant the other way around. Other than him being your yorishiro, why is his head placed with a bounty?"

"Ah," Thorn points a finger on his chin. "You mean that 30,000 dollar reward for anyone who manages to kill Solar?" He grins, sadistically.

"What else." The other deadpans.

"Well, that's alright. Even if they kill Solar, they wouldn't be able to get what they really wanted out of his dead, or alive body." Smiling, the green-eyed apparition unfolds his hands and leaves them open.

He sets them on his open lap, sitting crossed on the couch. "See this?" Two slits were in the middle of his hand, fleshy and buldging.

Ice gulps at the absolute monstrosity displayed in front of his very eyes, "What.. is that?"

"It's not Solar they're looking for." Thorn answers, as the cut on his hands opens, revealing two, bright golden orbs in them. A shiver runs down the medic's back, and he breaks into cold sweat.

The Sixth Wonder giggles, raising both palms as orange irises stare against deep blue ones. "Ta-da!"

"You're saying that..?"

"If they're going against Solar..." He's still smiling tightly, as the orbs travelled around the space, left-and-right. Hideous, Ice notes. "Not even Thunderstorm or I would win against him."

"Hah?" The corner of Ice's lips twitched.

But he's just a human, he wanted to retort.

Thorn puts his palms down, and a rush of relief flows through the Third Wonder's very being.

"Solar has a secret he hides from people, too." Thorn licks his lips and rests his head on top of the couch's rim. "And I don't think I can tell you that."

Hearing this, Ice bites his lip. "Why not?"

Without a single sound, the Sixth Wonder merel shrugs at the question. "Why not ask Solar himself, once he comes back here?" His eyes glowed, slightly in the darkness, "I did tell you that he's in good hands, correct?"

"I.. didn't sign up for any of this."

Blaze coughs, blood splattering onto the sleeve of his uniform. It blends with the red color of his outfit, masking all traces of his weakness. His entire body shuddered from head-to-toe at the surge of energy depleting away from him.

Gosh, he thinks, eyebrows furrowed, using the back of his hand to wipe the taints away from the corner of his lips. I should've been more careful.

"And who the hell are you?" He stands back up on his feet, slightly staggering. Despite all the ache in his body, he still had his pride to keep up— amongst others. "You're making a big mistake."

"Me?" The man in front of him chortles, "Mistake?"

"You're really testing me, huh?!" Blaze growls, his voice dropping into a raspy, deep tone. His eyes flashed with danger and haste, but he didn't dare to take a step until he saw an oppurtunity. All by all, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Before he went on a mission, Ice had dragged him into an empty room to teach him a lesson. Not physically, but as a verbal reminder.

"Use your head," His blue-eyed alter ego put a finger on the side of his forehead, orbs gleaming with pure worry, "Not your emotions. Use your heart, but not on your sleeves."

If he wasn't such a responsible figure, Blaze would've thrown the advice out of his head, resorting to his own beast-like approach instead.

However, seeing how Ice had always been a calm person even in the most dire situations, the human Wonder had grown a liking to the older boy's tactics. Being stoic and expectant helped him to further analyze the enemy's patterns.

Thorn's squabble with him in the classroom last time was merely a practice for him. Though his robot got destroyed, it was all normal.

After all, the Sixth Wonder was their leader.

With that position, combined with his cheeky personality, Thorn was always able to outsmart him in any fights. Whether it be serious, or just training, Blaze would always pick up on new tips.

Unlike the other apparitions, the past exorcist had his own way to beating people he's going against.

He grits his teeth, pressured by the guard's provocative prowess. "Cih!" He expresses, extending his arm behind his back and feeling the warming handle of his soul-reaping weapons.

"You all can leave." The authorative figure in front of him waves at his henchmen to dismiss them. Though they hesitated, he said, "This boy's weaker than I thought. Leave me alone— I'd like to have a one-on-one fight with him instead."

"Understood!" The group of agents thundered together, and they hurriedly left the scene, agile and stomping the ground in a repetitive fashion.

Underestimation, Ice had taught him, once, when he was brought onto his knees again during a round of practice, Is the real key of surprise in fights.

Decieve your enemies, the Third Wonder told him, helping the 20 year-old Blaze up to his feet, In any way possible, to make them think that you're weaker than they think you are. Once that's done..

Blaze smirks, ducking his head they wouldn't see him.

Charging all his firepower to his feet, the boy waits as the person turns, for a small instant, before leaping forward like a lion, mouth open and ready to devour its prey.

"BLAZING CHAKRAMS!" He yells, on top of his lungs, seeing the chance wide and open. With his weapons thrusted in front of him, he advances at the rate of 2 seconds, closing the 500m distance between them.

No, he's not the weak exorcist everybody knew before. He's much stronger, much trickier, much better than what he could've ever imagined.

With a final jump, he does a flip in the air, startling the man in front of me. Blaze chuckles, eyes glowing a dangerously shade of orange and crosses his arms, left over right.

NOW. The voice in his head says, and he grins.

As if in slow motion, the green-skinned supernatural's orbs widened, seeing how he wouldn't be able to avoid the incredulous death.

"Boo." Blaze appears, and the man's head snaps to him. Almost maniaclly, he screams, "CHAKRAM ART: THE CROSS OF FIRE!"

"W-Wai-" The man's voice cut off, immediately.

The sound of blades clashing against each other rings in the air, as Blaze lands on his feet, still snickering.

He severed the man's head, dislocating the part from its body in an instant. Without missing a beat, he springs away to miss the bloody mess he has made.

The man's head rolled away on the ground, burnt to crisp.

Though no one was there to see, Blaze pumps a fist in the air to celebrate his small victory. He then spits out the ketchup in his mouth, "Gah. This taste so bad— next time I should buy KFC's."

Ice's guidance rang like clarity in his head, as he drops his bloody weapons to the side.

Kill them when they least expect it.

And to Blaze, this means acting.

this action scene kinda sucks, but expect more
in the future- not much of a plot here either, but
you can see the relationship between ice and blaze
:) hope yall enjoyed this! i had fun owo