Zenta’s ears flicked, noting every word Battler said. The existence of ‘Creator Gods’ send a nasty shiver up his spine, but he brushed past it. Then, again, Battler said the same phrase, which made Zenta’s ears stand straight.
“Red Objective…?” Zenta whispered to himself. “Is that what he needs to say before an attack?”
Before Zenta could dissect Battler’s words anymore, his attention shifted to the familiar Morningstar presence of Alex. With Javelin Rain falling upon them, Zenta grinned wildly. The feeling of tasting the power of Lucifer, even by a little bit, made him giddy. With practiced ease, Zenta’s hands began to glow white and deflect the last Javelin Rain aimed at him or Bernkastel. A quick flick of his wrist and he caught a spear moments before it hit Bernkastel. Zenta kept the light spear in his grasp, smelling it, controlling the energy of the javelin with his own. Then, for a brief moment, he licked the javelin, his fur bristling followed by a smile.
“Not quite Lucifer Morningstar… But a taste of what is to come.” Zenta said to no one in particular. “Lady Bernkastel, I have a question.”
Zenta paused briefly, using the javelin in his hand to deflect more away from himself and Bernkastel.
“Battler mentioned that he comes from your world, or, at least, a fragment of it. Before he attacks, he says ‘Red Objective’, does this have any semblance or meaning in your world? It seems that by saying the phrase, he is able to perform his attacks…” Zenta faced Battler, taking a stance. “Perhaps we can use to this our advantage, yes?”
The beast deflected a javelin right back towards Alex while pulling his arm back and firing the one in his hand directly to Battler. The javelin whizzed past the others, its tip cutting through the air.
Avalon quickly ushered Asher, and the others, away from the fight, not wanting to get caught in the middle of it. Jaz floated ahead, guiding the group to the side of the wall where, near the ground, was a rusted grate. The phone slipped through the bars with ease and spoke to the group.
“C’mon, in here guys.” Jaz said, turning on a flashlight installed in the phone to light up the damp path. “It will take is right to the lab.”
Avalon plucked the rusted grate free from its bearings and motioned for the others to move quickly. He made sure to keep them hidden, feeling a sense of responsibility over them. For now, this little group was his team, and he vowed to keep them safe. With stealth being his forte, he hardly made a noise with every step, every move.
“Let’s move swiftly,” Avalon whispered, shielding his face with his scarf.
Asher slipped inside the opening, hunching over and moving after Jaz with a content smile on his face. To him, this was another adventure in an unknown world, one of many he went on. A small crawlspace with water dripping overhead, it smelled like a grand time to the boy.
“How far to the lab, Jaz?” Asher asked.
“Not too far. We might be stopped by the barrier, but we’ll figure something out.” Jaz replied.
