As he heard the younger boy do what he had told him to do, he felt something run through him, some other strange feeling. What was the word for it.... relief. It confused him, another weird emotion he knew he should not be feeling. This was all starting to give Miles a headache, something he did not need right now.
It only took a few more moments for the Hunters to be close enough that they stopped their frantic running. They were all smaller than the Soldier, but that made them a lot swifter. Already Miles was calculating just how much of an advantage this would give them. If it was just one of them, even two, it wouldn't be enough to make him wary, but three Hunters didn't exactly boost his confidence.
"You there Soldier, good job finding the escaped trainee and taking him into custody. Now go get him and hand him over so that we my take him back for punishment," one of the Hunters said, probably the leader of the group. His voice was completely hollow and monotone, almost like a robot. Miles just continued to stare at them, his weapon still at his side. The lead Hunter tilted his head to the side slighty in confusion, but then commanded the Hunter to his left to go get the boy instead.
As soon as the other boy stepped away from the line up and towards the wrecked car behind him, Miles twisted the grip of the sword, a swirl of mechanics sounding from inside the device, and a surge of energy flew down the length of the unsharpened blade, emitting a luminescent blue light. The Hunter froze then, staring at the Soldier in utter confusion, but decided to ignore him and continued towards the spot where the escapee hid. In a flash Miles moved in front of the Hunter, his energy sword shining dully in the light. It looked as though the Hunter were about to say something, tell him to move perhaps, but Miles didn't give him a chance; he pulled back his left arm and swung it towards the other boy's face, hitting him hard on his right temple. The Hunter stumbled backwards in surprise before falling on his backside into the dirt, his hand pressed up against his eye.
It only took a second for the other two to realize what was happening, and they surged towards Miles like deadly bullets. The leader went in to punch him in the gut, but he dodged the fist without much trouble then brought down his elbow onto the Hunter's back, causing him to grunt in pain and fall to the ground. The third one was already upon him, trying to land a few punches as well, but Miles was able to block them all before they landed. He was actually doing a pretty good job so far, but that was probably just because he'd had the element of surprise on his side. Now the three Hunters had analyzed the situation and drew back, regrouping themselves before forming a triangle around him. This was where the real fight started, and Miles found himself grinning in anticipation, the corners of his mouth turned upward in an unfamiliar way. He thought about it for a second, and decided that he liked this feeling, the wave of adrenaline crashing down on him with amazing pressure. Suddenly the first attacker made his move, rushing at Miles with his entire body, a strange thing for a Hunter to do really, and he easily dodged the bumrush and kicked out his leg into the other's side sending him flying to the ground again. It was a false victory though, because the other two had taken oppourtunity of his distraction and double-teamed him, sending kicks and punches flying as fast and hard as they could. Miles did the best he could at blocking them but they overpowered him quickly and as soon as he fell to the ground they each pulled out sharp, curved knives, no look of apprehension on their faces at all at what they were planning to do. He still hadn't used his sword, which was not something he usually hesitated with, but something in the back of his head had been telling him to wait until it was absolutely necessary. That faint voice was quiet now. Perhaps this was the time when it would be necessary to use his weapon; with all three Hunters now coming at him with their own deadly blades he wouldn't be able to defend himself, and the other kid, with just his body.
Twisting the grip in his hand as tight as he could, the energy swirling faster around the dulled edges of the weapon, he jumped to his feet in one jerky movement and charged at the two Hunters in front of him. They were close enough together that when he swung his sword they were both blasted back by the glowing light coming off the blade and were sent flying several meters. Before they even hit the ground Miles had turned around to face the third one, arcing his blade down across the Hunter's chest. He hadn't expected him to be as close as he was, and the blue energy actually touched him as it raked across his body, cutting through his protective armor and biting into his skin. As the Hunter flew back from the impact red droplets rose into the air in a spray, hitting Miles like bullets across his face and neck. It shuoldn't have affected him, he'd seen blood hundreds of times and had been the cause of such injuries many times as well, but as the thick liquid splashed across face a sick feeling in his gut began rising up to his throat. Before the vomit managed to climb all the way up he pushed it back down, gasping loudly once it was safe to breathe. Finally he gazed around him, and saw that the other two Hunters were currently incapacitated, but the leader was mumbling into something. He was calling for backup, not good.
Sensing that this was the only opportunity he would have to escape, he twisted at the hilt of his sword to turn the flow of energy off and sprinted over to where the younger boy was hiding. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" he yelled at him, the still unfamiliar emotions bursting out of him as he spoke.
[[Sorry for ME taking so long this time. xD;;
Hopefully we can get a better pace going soon heh.]]