Like his, their coffins had risen. They were all gone though.

  Not counting Kallin’s, there were six mystic coffins. They were at the ritual site that was now destroyed with a fallen pillar. This was the place they were buried underneath, so long ago.

  The site acted as not only a magic ground, but a cage for the seven siblings. They hadn’t officially died, as their spirits could come back to their bodies whenever they were available. That was what the coffins were for, being cursed objects that acted as sealing mechanisms to keep Kallin and his siblings at bay, while the site’s soil and the pillars acted as mystical walls to keep their souls from returning to their bodies. Kallin knew that once he got back to his siblings, he would have to destroy their bodies completely.

  Two bodies approached him, being more alive than dead, unlike himself. They looked at him as if he had done something wrong – as if they were here to fix things. A man and a woman, both not being older than their late twenties.

  At first, Kallin thought to pay them no attention, but then he realized…they weren’t going to allow him to leave. A sharp object slid from underneath the woman’s sleeve to verify this to him. Some sort of fighter’s knife. Kallin braced himself.

  The woman spoke first, asking Kallin from a distance, if he came out of one of the coffins. He almost didn’t answer. But not answering wouldn’t grant him any favors. Kallin knew that regardless of his answer, the two in front of him were just going to attack him anyway. Using his fingernail on his pinky finger, he drew first blood.

  Slowly slanting himself down the center of his left wrist, blood quickly seeps through and springs into life. Kallin does the same thing with his other wrist.

  The slithers of blood pull out more blood from both wrists, acting as if they are living beings. The blood shapes itself, cloaking around both of Kallin’s forearms, becoming mini sets of crystalized red armor. More like gauntlets even. Kallin was ready for whatever at this point. And whatever is what he got.

  The man quickly dropped down to a knee and slammed both of his hands on the ground. A trail of at first looked like destruction came Kallin’s way. But then it changed. Kallin couldn’t assess it quick enough, placing his arms up in a blocking motion. Coming out of the destructive ground that trailed all the way to him was a sharp pillar. Three of them.

  The centering pillar that was going straight for his face, managed to shatter upon Kallin’s crystal arms. However, the other two pillars cut the sides of Kallin. The pain was bearable.

  Kallin lowered his arms to see what was next. He hadn’t expected to see the woman in front of him already. She was fast. She was accurate. Girl or not, Kallin swung. A decent punch would have crushed her face. However, she ducked.

  Upon ducking, there was a palm touch to his stomach. Kallin didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary. In fact, he didn’t feel anything at all. Shortly after, everything went dark.

  He could still hear those around him, but his sight was gone. Something wasn’t right. Gravity shifted for him as well, with his instincts telling him to protect his back. He did just that, shifting one of his blood armor gauntlets onto his spinal area. Now his right arm was unguarded, but his back was crystallized. The funny thing is, he could now taste blood in his mouth.

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  His sight returned with the woman screaming the word ‘shit.’ Just as his sight returned, so did his sense of touch, as well as his sense of smell, something he didn’t realize at first that left him. He was now risen off the ground, but not by his feet.

  Underneath his back, was another pillar. This is what lifted him off the ground. However, the pillar was destroyed by his crystalized spine. He would have been plunged through otherwise.

  The woman added to her outburst, taking her position closer to her ally. She noted aloud that she accidentally touched Kallin again, referring to him as her ‘him,’ when she flipped him on his back. Kallin hadn’t even felt her touch him the second time, meaning that her touch took away his ability to feel. Kallin quickly came to the hypothesis that her sorcery allowed her to take away the natural senses one carries, though it was somehow limited.

  Kallin shifted his blood armor back onto his right forearm, taking charge this time as he didn’t give the two time to come up with another formation of attack.

  Kallin decided the one was more dangerous than the man, making her his target for attack. She positioned herself by pulling out another throwing fighting knife. Though the closer Kallin had gotten, he realized that it was a throwing knife. Where did the first one go, he thought to himself.

  Kallin heard the man call out to her, calling her by name, Jenny, and telling her to watch out. A strong rumble of tremors headed Kallin’s way, with the woman known as Jenny, strongly leaping backwards. She seemed to take her ally’s advice wisely.

  Kallin anticipated that the ranged attacker would protect the close ranged fighter if he charged in for an attack. Because of this, he redirected his focus at what looked to be, the last minute. But Jenny was never his real target. He just needed her on the defensive long enough for him to be able to…

  The man’s pillars came for Kallin just as expected, bursting out of the ground in front of him. Kallin guarded with just his right arm, with his left arm aimed at the male opponent like some sort of rifle. A visible stream of blood shot back at the man like a visible bullet, leaving Kallin’s left arm as it soared through the night air at a high velocity.

  Kallin took three pillars on at once, one breaking against his arm’s armor, the second nipping at the right side of his jaw, and the third plunging through the edge of his upper ribs on the left side of his torso. Kallin was finally properly hit. But so was his opponent.

  Kallin watched as the man went down from a hard jerk as the blood stream shot through his right shoulder and completely knocked him off balance. Both men released a scream as they were hit, though Kallin didn’t go down.

  Jenny screamed her partner’s name, calling him William in the process. Kallin staggered as the pillar managed not to plunge too deep, being that he was able to harden a small portion of his internal blood in the process. He only suffered a gash at this point, instead of a gaping hole like Willam was sure to have.

  Jenny tossed her throwing knife at Kallin before rushing him right afterwards. Kallin blocked it with his right arm and received no damage at all. Just as the blood armor returned to his left arm, Kallin swung on Jenny but missed her again as she ducked. Kallin didn’t want to risk being affected by her sorcery again, so he immediately followed up with a second punch from the opposite hand. An attempted uppercut. Jenny’s crouch was associated with head movement and some sort of crab walk, avoiding both punches right before she yanked something out of Kallin’s lower abdomen. It was the first throwing knife that she held. She must’ve impaled him with it during the time she took his sense of touch.

  She swiped the throwing knife at him continuously, forcing Kallin to block with both of his arms. The knife did nothing against his blood armor, though Jenny seemed to have used her attacks to get away. She ran in the direction of her ally, who was attempting to rise off the ground. Kallin knew the same sneak attack wouldn’t work twice, so he used this time to flee. Making a strong run for it in the opposite direction, he managed to get away.

  The Last Witch: Plague Storm