District 42-Chapter 133: Finally, the end

Several minutes before Alfar could get there to save Casper, he was still fighting with his comrades against the troops that were following Anton.

They seemed to not be shaken by his death at all. Actually, they were fighting with more ferocity than before the Dark elf finished with him.

Alfar was standing in front of Anton’s fallen body. The shot he gave had struck his forehead.

Anton lasted for a few minutes before all his life left the body and he could rest in peace.

The Dark elf felt an uneasy feeling in his heart. Something new for him.

"I pulled the trigger..." He thought, disturbed, though not regretting what he did.

Alfar never had killed someone before. The dirty labor always was left for his second murderous personality, Deamhan. The body could still be of Alfar, but who gave the order to kill was always the Dark elf.

That was the first time he was awake, completely conscious, and could take that type of action.

It was indescribable the feeling of killing someone. Alfar himself was still trying to sort it out, but it was definitely something stunning, to the point where he couldn’t move his legs, nor feel his body entirely. His mind was aloof, and the only thing passing inside there was the scene of his finger pulling the trigger and ending with the life of someone.

He thought that it would be easier that time. He wasn’t being a crazy murder like before. It was the right thing to do, and the only thing that should be done there.

However, being it with bad or good intentions, kill was the same action, death was the same eternity, and no matter how good-willed you were, it never would change.

"Some find pleasure when killing, others disgust, others don’t care at all... I am glad that I am the second one." That was the final thing he thought before turning his back to Anton and go to help his comrades.

That battle wasn’t easy. Even without Indigo supplying their equipment, the Ridires still had some cards under their sleeve. Nonetheless, they had far more ability than the prisoners regarding close combat, and those exoskeletons that most of them had were being the most troublesome part.

Alfar barely had finished an intense fight, and he needed to think again about how he would be able to turn the table in that situation.

No matter how much effort he put in that battle, or how motivated the prisoners were, the results would be the same. Now they must find another way to overcome all of that.

"We don’t have any secret or powerful weapons, different from the enemy. The only special people from our group can’t act now. Ragnar is disabled, he can’t use his powers at all. Regarding me... I think it’s better to resort to Deamhan when we got into a pinch where huge sacrifices will be needed to help us get out of it, or when I am alone..."

While he was thinking, the prisoners were still struggling against the Ridires.

Desperately, they used all their strength to keep holding them for as how much time as they could.

Every second that passed, one more inmate fell to the ground, completely knocked out, and those who strived to keep steady on their feet and fight back were getting badly harmed and soon fell with their comrades as well.

The Dark elf was at distance from the ruckus, and it was heartbreaking for him to keep watching that beating.

It was a dejecting situation, all those prisoners with their eyes lit up by the possibility of getting out of there, using all their energy and sacrificing their bodies for this, but even so, ending up with the realization that this effort was worthless if they weren’t strong enough.

"Casper said to us to take this battle. He seemed to not be sure about this decision, though, which left me thinking what was going on... Due to the lack of communication now, he probably is striving with the supplementary group. Are there any more troublesome enemies around?

"Well, either way, because of it, I can’t resort to Casper’s group to help us in this. Also, they were too far away from here, and so are the other groups spread in this area... There is only one group taking part a few meters away from here and that’s..."

He finally got to a conclusion, and his heart raced when he felt that the victory could be in reach.

The only strength that the prisoners had was their numbers. Without any powerful weapons available, they could just count on their comrades in the end.

If Alfar’s group wasn’t enough to take them down, then he would double his numbers and fight back again.

Just when he was about to give the order to the inmates, his communicator issued a signal, clearly heard by Alfar.

Casper had said before that, if he saw that he found himself in a pinch while helping other groups or acting alone, he would issue a signal to warn them about it.

"Ok, now I need to worry about my group and stay with his group in mind as well... What a troublesome moment, man..." He sighed.

"Hey, everyone!" Alfar called for them. "Retreat and follow me! Quickly!" Then he ran in the direction he supposed that Olaf’s group was.

"The only way to defeat these Ridires and then get together with Casper just in time is reaching Olaf first!"

Then, the prisoners began to disengage with the warriors and run away together with Alfar. None of them questioned his decision, and they were all hoping that, whatever the Dark elf had in mind, it could be done to save their lives.

This way, Alfar’s group was capable to reach Olaf, counterattack the Ridires, and then save Casper in the last second.

...

After Alfar helped Casper to stood up, he noticed that the White warrior had something disabling him to walk properly

The Dark elf looked downwards and saw that he was limping. That metallic support that Amelia gave to Casper was completely broken, and he now had nothing to help him with the injury, that seemed to get worse even using that thing.

He looked at him, worried, then stopped to walk towards the huge battle happening in the center of the corridor.

"Casper, I think that it’s better if you get some rest. You will not go too far with this ankle, you already know this, right?"

The White warrior got frustrated by that. He couldn’t believe that a small mistake that he made before could have this consequence.

He wanted to help as he could in that battle, but, anyway, he knew that his presence there was pointless. At least with that many prisoners gathered, doing such a well-coordinated attack.

"Hey... Invade their lines like that was intelligent. With our numbers, mess with their formation and make them engage in such a disadvantageous battle is a good movement." He complimented. Alfar nodded to him, finally getting more at ease around the soldier.

"Who had this idea was Olaf. He said that he read it in a book before and that it could make them fall completely in the numerical disadvantage."

Casper moved to a corner in the corridor and sit there. Once his body laid on the ground, he felt a bit dizzy but could maintain himself focused. If he was going to be stuck at the same place, he would at least watch the fight and pay attention. If something appeared, he would find a way to help.

The disadvantage of the Ridires was too high for them to overcome it so easily. They had passed for plenty of fights to get there, their bodies were very exhausted, and harmed as well. Also, as they were using exoskeletons, they were two times as tired as they would usually be.

The prisoners, however, didn’t get into so many battles, and at some point, they could rest a bit.

Even with their numbers still increased by the duplicates, it would be difficult to turn the tables again.

Because of Olaf’s well-planned attack, they couldn’t act with the same coordination as before. Their battles were quite unfair, with 2 to 3 prisoners fighting a single Ridire.

As they were spread among the enemies, and completely cornered, they could not regroup as well, which left them with no choice instead of fight alone.

The battle didn’t last for more than some minutes. In the end, each Ridire acting there was completely defeated.

At some point, the corridor fell in a strange silence.

The prisoners were looking around, as if confirming if everything ended, indeed. After some hours in that frenzy, no one could believe totally that it was real.

After some minutes, their bodies and mind relaxed, and they could sit on the ground, even lay there, and just rest after the intense struggle.

"It ended... Finally..." Casper sighed, relieved. Now, they just needed to escape from that hellish place.