Thread: Tyranny (Ryoka Sulfinare & Kaitou Cat)

Souta still sat astride on top of the roof, continuing to chew and swallow bite after bite of the apple almost in desperate need. He hadn't realized how hungry he had actually been until he took his first swallow of the fruit. Then suddenly something shoved him from behind hard enough that he yelped and was thrown off the roof, he grunted as he crashed into the ground and skidded a little his apple falling a short distance away beside him and the half eaten fruit splattered into the ground, completely ruined. Souta groaned as he moved to push himself up, holding his head. He felt the footfalls of someone landing beside him and not even a moment later, he cried out in pain as his hair was grabbed by the back of his head and was yanked back. Well well, aren't you the crafty little thief boy? Souta felt his heart sank. Had he been spotted somehow? Had he not been careful enough? Stand, brat. Souta did as he was told, slowly pushing himself onto his feet, making sure not to even pull his head forwards lest the grip on the back of his head worsen. When he stood he took a glance and as he predicted it was indeed a soldier. He didn't get much of a good look though because the man pushed him forwards back further into the alleyway. His heart was sinking more by now, already fearing the worst. But on the positive side, being pushed further into the alleyway meant he could get away without much of a fuss from anyone else. Then they turned a corner and his eyes widened. Oh, caught another one did you? Souta looked as there were 3 more soldiers at the end of the alleyway waiting with their arms crossed, sly grins on their faces. Souta heard the one herding him in speak behind him. Yeah, stole an apple so I guess he wants to volunteer to face punishment, huh boys? To hell with that. With one quick motion, Souta reached his arm out and elbowed the man hard in the stomach through his leather armor, the man let go of the grip on his head to clutch his groin where Souta had struck him. The other 3 at the end of the alleyway reacted and began charging forward towards him. Souta quickly held out both his hands out in front of him. Where on the base of his knuckles through the gloves, icicles formed on his hands within a blink of an eye, three on each hand. With his left hand, Souta aimed his fist at the ground in front of him. The icicle from his hand shot one by one out from his fist shattering against the ground along in a line, and seconds later, Souta slammed said fist into the ground. The shattered pieces of the icicle rose up to be giant spikes of at least eight feet high. With so many spikes along the alleyway, it effectively acted as a wall. Souta quickly began sprinting off. Not bothering to even turn around in the corner. Instead, the teen jumped up a roof instead when the turn came and quickly hoisted himself up. As he was climbing up, he heard a twang. He turned around but only in time to see an arrow split the flesh of his left leg. He cried out in pain. His vision momentarily went hot white with pain. He faltered his grip, sliding down a distance but catching himself. One of the men trapped within the spikes of ice had bow and arrows. There was another twang and then a 'tink' as the arrow hit below him, hitting the stone of the building and bouncing away doing nothing but chipping the chunk of rock it had hit. Blood dripping from his leg, Souta quickly rolled onto the other side of the roof out of the soldier's vision so he wouldn't be under a volley of fire anymore. Out of sight, he panted as he looked to the leg to examine the damage. It was still bleeding, dripping warm blood onto the roof. He tried for a second to put just a tiny bit of weight on it and moaned in pain just from that. This was bad he needed to get out of the city but he couldn't move. Soldier's always tried to find those who somehow managed to get away from 'punishment'. It not only hurt their pride but other than that it was to try and set an example. If he was caught now, he would have to worry a lot more than just four soldiers doing whatever they wanted with him. He would probably be locked in a dungeon and then have the entire city of guards being worried about doing whatever they wanted from him. He couldn't just walk out with a bleeding leg. He would have to go over the wall. Thankfully, he was very close to one. It was only a few blocks away, it was the eastern wall if he remembered correctly. He would have to use his power to travel. He could hardly move his leg with it causing as much pain as it was in the first place. But first, he decided it would be best to stop the bleeding. Placing his hand over his wound, he would release his energy as ice began wrapping around his leg. A thin sheet. It was cold but with his entire power unleashed an aura of cold was around him in the first place. Had grass been nearby it would have been covered in frost just from being near his proximity. When he lifted his hand, the area of ice where the wound was had been painted red but no more blood was dripping out. It was only temporary this certainly wasn't nothing like a bandage. Pointing his fist towards the wall, he shot an icicle far off into the distance past the walls where it would land somewhere on the ground nearby. Souta waited a few seconds before shooting another icicle right in front of him which instead of shattering like before melted to form a small yet thick puddle of ice. Souta moved on top of it, and panting with the pain, slowly began sliding down into the ice, disappearing. Where he had reappeared would have been outside of the city in plain area on the ground. The teen pulling himself out as if he had been climbing out of a pitfall trap headfirst. A wave of dizziness washed over him which nearly made him collapse and the feeling persisted. Such a move with his power was severely consuming on his energy especially since he moved such a larger distance than he normally would. He glanced behind him to see the setting sun and the city. As fast as he could, he began to half crawl, and half run away from the town. Looking for any sort of cover where he could do his best to nurse this wound before it got worse. The first thing he noticed was what appeared to be an barn off into the distance. It took maybe a good twelve minutes for him to get up towards it as it was not only a good distance away, but Souta was moving quite slowly. As he got closer, Souta felt fortunate that the barn appeared to be abandoned. When he made it after much trouble, instead of going to the house of the barn, he decided to hide himself into the stables where any animals may have been kept. The door was locked though and so he had to do some painful ramming not able to get leverage due to his leg and each ram felt like a knife seared through the leg each time. The ramming itself certainly was noisy but he believed nobody was nearby to hear. At least he hoped as such. Finally after about the 7th attempt the boy would have been able to force the door to open where he pretty much just stumbled and tumbled before he soon completely collapsed facedown into the ground from both pain and exhaustion. His body was slick with a thin layer of sweat. The ice cast had melted by now and his leg was once again leaking blood, although slower. This just wasn't his day.