The storm

I ran towards the church, breathlessly, my body was moving on his own, the fatigue and broken ribs didn't affected me much, but I could still sense the injury that I had.

The floor was rambling, trembling from the fight that was occurring. 

While running, I saw everything around me, flashy gold objects, golden plates, even a sword made of tiny ruby gems. My vista was absolutely otherworldly and at the same time, disturbing. The money wasn't for royal family to spend on jewelry or things like that, it was for the people, made by the people. Maybe I was not the clearest of mind person in that situation but I damn knew that the people I was fighting for did not deserved it.

Finally arrived at the church. Everything seemed calm and quiet (while the sounds still existed) , inspected the place. The walls had a white cleaned paint, the ceiling was many windows that you could see the whole sky from there, the sanctuary was coated with rusty gold, a table with only a book and a shelf full of archaic readable stuff. 

The final rumble has been heard.    

In that instant, two people dropped from the ceiling, a girl and a guy, the first one having a smug in her face and the other a forced smile. The two were covered in blood.

Her soft dark lips, with a symmetric channel black hair, green eyes.

He had a medium blonde hair, gold eyes. Also had a beauty mark in his left cheek.

They were fighting ferociously, she was dual wielding french small swords. The velocity of her stabs were so fast that it seemed like she was going at the speed of light casually. Even with the guy making some distance, she still could injure him with only the wind of the attacks.

I couldn't accompany her lightning attacks, less see them.

Though the handicap was huge in this fight, he was still surviving a great part of it, an impossible thing. His whole body was infested with holes, cuts and bruises. The only thing he could defend himself with was his fellow revolver. It was a phenomenal piece of equipment, the engraving were the obligatory gold, but, if wasn't enough, it also had Egyptian paintings, that weapon was a real piece of art. 

Both had an opposite color, he had a white jacket and she had the same black coat, similar to her friends.

When she was going to make a combination of a hundred stabs, suddenly stopped for no reason. The ambient made silence abruptly, they were both standing there (next to the sanctuary). Then, a crazy thing happened, her arms started to rip apart, squeezing and turning her in to a ball. The body couldn't resist that, the sound of skin being  ripped and bones breaking. Finally, turning the ball into a blood splatter.

A crazy thing to witness.