Trollhunters Fanfiction: Unbecoming - 15. For Your Sins
Unbecoming chp 15
For Your Sins
Jim pushed the sword away, jumping back and keeping his distance. His heart raced. He had dealt with Gunmar before, had been under his mercy as he was beaten into the ground again and again. He didn’t talk much about his time in the Darklands. Even after he had escaped he had shoved it down into the recesses of his mind. The memories flashed into his mind, overtaking him with fear and rage, an odd blend that prepared him for battle.
“You child are a boon,” Gunmar growled. “Just who are you?”
“I am the Trollhunter,” Jim replied, eyes keenly focused on the Troll’s body for any sign of movement.
“I am intrigued, however not intrigued enough to keep you alive. What is one more Trollhunter to me? I had personally killed the last one with my blade, and my son the one before with his!”
“You will pay for what you did to Draal,” Jim growled, anger threatening to cloud his judgement. “Then you will pay for Toby’s life!”
Jim charged, his short sword held behind him, ready for a swing. The magic felt like drums in his veins, beating at the rhythm of war and rage. His movements, once sluggish felt invigorated, swift, like his body, glowing brightly like a beacon of destruction. He felt satisfaction when Gunmar was forced backwards with his blow, barely blocking his attack.
“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command!” he screamed, the battle cry coming naturally to him.
“Foolish child, you will die by my blade!” Gunmar growled.
The two powerhouses traded blows, one with precision, the other with speed, and both with immense authority. The battle stopped to witness the match for a moment, entranced by the sheer power being displayed, before the awe was lost and replaced with the frantic nature of war.
Jim felt the tear begin in his system, the clashing magic threatening to rip his body apart. The heat was bearable… for now. A stinging pain rushed through his arm, and he tried desperately to channel as little energy as he could. It cost him. Gunmar had planted his stance firmly on the ground, parrying the wild sweeping agile hits from his opponent, waiting for that moment he could find an opening. He had found his. Gunmar struck, his broad sword aiming at the teen’s exposed abdomen. Jim saw it too late and barely blocked with his sword, his stance wavering and throwing him away. He was thrown into the battlefield, barely finding the time to dig his sword into a Gumm Gumm to break the fall. The two bodies skidded back, before Jim tried to take the sword out. The bare moment it was stuck was enough to give Gunmar the lead. The Skullcrusher drove his sword down on the boy, who blocked on his knees.
“I will savour your flesh, meat-bag. It isn’t often I get to eat a Trollhunter!” Gunmar laughed.
“You’re the one who’s on the menu,” Jim growled, forcing more magic into his arms. He grit his teeth in pain as steam rouse off his now red arm. He screamed in exertion before driving that energy into his sword and pushing Gunmar back. The Dark Underlord was flung backwards. Jim barely had any time to recover when he snapped his neck behind him. A large sword swung at his face.
There wasn’t enough time!
A swirl of ebony black pulled at Jim’s back. He felt the familiar pull of the shadow dimension as he was yanked away. He stumbled besides Angor Rot, a few 100 meters away from Gunmar and Bular. Jim felt a sharp hit to his shoulder and turned an offended look towards Angor.
“Don’t waste time on Gunmar. We need to make a way for the humans to escape,” Angor growled lowly.
“Where’s Nomura and Strickler?” Jim asked, wondering why they couldn’t have done that job.
“They’re fighting the ingrate Bular,” Angor replied.
Jim took in a deep breath. His revenge against Gunmar could wait until he made sure everyone was safely out. Jim could barely understand why Angor of all people had reminded him of what was important. Maybe this situation had hit close to home for the assassin.
He released his breath.
Magic coursed through his skin. Jim felt faster, stronger, and more alive than ever even through the pain. In almost blinding speed he rushed forward, the ground beneath him cracking with his weight. To the eyes of the onlookers, a streak of bright blue shot past, and with its wake multitudes of Gumm Gumms turned into stone, their flesh overtaken with daylight as they cracked with growing pressure. Bursts of blue energy tore through the field, the Gumm Gumms exploding in a mixture of dust and cyan energy.
Jim felt the magic cease, his body once moving as fast as light itself suddenly pushed to a halt. His weakened body couldn’t stop itself and he flew, his body thrown at immense speeds as he crashed and tumbled on the ground. His back hit a tree and he felt the energy to get up leave him. He blinked wearily, eyes looking up at the battle before him. He had destroyed most of the Gumm Gumm soldiers, only dozens remaining now. He saw the vague outlines of human corpses, mixed with the remains of Changelings. How much more were left?
He saw his mother, stepping backwards, away from a Gumm Gumm and he tried to get up. He screamed at his body, tried to get even a sliver of energy from whatever stores he had left. He managed to weakly pull himself up. Not enough to save her. She fell to the ground, the Gumm Gumm’s sword was raised. Her arms moved in front of her, her eyes closing… waiting for the final blow.
Strickler jumped in front of the solider, his knife blocking the blade that had nearly killed his mother. Jim collapsed back onto the forest floor, his heart hammering in his chest, a feeling of absolute weakness washing over him. He stumbled back up, limbs shivering pathetically.
“Everyone through the forest!” he shouted, waving a hand at the survivors.
Nearly 50 people managed to run towards him. How many had died? He closed his eyes and decided not to think about it. He stumbled forward, past the screaming and crying remnants of families. He pushed past them and saw Nomura and Strickler struggle now as they were teamed up by both Gunmar and Bular. He saw Angor Rot teleporting the wounded into the forest. He saw the remaining Gumm Gumm horde close in on his allies. He had no time to be weak.
Jim screamed as he rushed in, his body protesting and yet his spirit willing him forward. He rushed in and blocked a blow on Nomura. The collision of Bular’s sword on his made his knees buckle. He screamed as the Troll pushed down harder until he broke through his short sword, shattering it completely. His body barely had time to direct magic to his arms before Bular’s sword smashed through it as well. Jim screamed as he was hit down. He felt the crack of his arm as he was hit down. His vision saw black spots as pain screamed at his body to shut down. He barely noticed Nomura hitting Bular away as he collapsed. Warm hands dragged him away and Jim looked up to see his mother carrying him away, face covered in dirt and hair in disarray. Tears stained her cheeks and that made his heart twist.
“M-mom,” he whispered.
“Baby,” she replied, voice cracking. “Don’t leave me just yet.”
She was trying to stay strong for him. Jim was laid down besides a tree as Barbara took a sword too large and heavy for her to carry from the ground. She held it up with shaking arms as Gumm Gumm’s approached her.
“Mom run,” Jim said, his voice too weak to be heard. “P-please go.”
She was going to die if she stayed with him. He just couldn’t lose another person. Not his mom, not her. Thankfully Angor Rot had slammed hard into the Gumm Gumm in front of her. He walked over to the barely awake boy and hoisted him onto his shoulder. Jim whimpered as his broken arm hit Angor’s back.
“Thank you, for taking care of Jim,” Barbara said, voice heavy with emotion.
“Do not thank me woman,” he growled. “He shall not die until I kill him myself. For now we need to retreat.”
Angor pulled out his staff and made a portal. Barbara didn’t need to be told twice to follow him through it. She went to the other side, to see the two remaining changelings battered and bruised. They looked like they could barely hold up. Gunmar turned to their direction and Barbara felt a chill of fear travel down her spine.
“Angor Rot,” Gunmar growled lowly. “You have sunk low ‘mighty assassin’, joining the flesh-bags. You have dishonoured the name of Morgana.”
Angor Rot faltered before his face set in stone. “She will always be my master,” he growled defensively.
“There is no surety in your voice any longer,” Gunmar replied. “Hand over the Trollhunter and we will see who is still loyal.”
Angor growled, the low rumble coming from his throat without his consent. Why was he protecting the Trollhunter? He could give up the child then and there. Yet… he did not want to. The human had never once tried to control him using the ring. He had kept it on simply to protect himself, but he had not used his soul against him. Angor Rot begrudgingly admitted his respect for the human child.
“He is my honourable foe,” Angor replied defensively.
Barbara had been so transfixed by the conversation that she had not realised it was all an elaborate ruse to distract the war lord. Nomura and Strickler had tactically positioned themselves closer to Angor during the conversation. Gunmar began speaking again but a portal had opened in front of him. The group ran in a mad dash. Jim mumbled back into consciousness, just barely witnessing as Nomura and his mother jumped into the portal. Strickler launched himself but Bular’s large hands grabbed his head and hit him to the ground.
“Strickler,” Jim cried, reaching his arms out.
“There is no time,” Angor Rot growled as he jumped into the portal.
The darkness of the shadow realm encompassed them for a brief second as they pushed back into the base. Angor landed gracefully, his other two wounded passengers laying on the ground panting. Angor placed the struggling child on the couch.
“We have to go back!” Jim cried through clenched teeth as he bit back his pain.
“Where is Stricklander?” Nomura asked, jolting up.
Angor Rot shook his head. The group went silent. Jim hit his good hand on the couch in anger, his weak body shaking as his magic flared in and out. Nomura stumbled backwards and sat on the couch.
Strickler’s fate now lay in Gunmar’s hands
Ok I realise that it’s been ages again and I’m sorry for the short update. I’ve been caught up with work and uni so please forgive the constantly late updates. I don’t think I’ll ever abandon this story, so you don’t need to worry about that. I can’t promise with update times though. Sorry :’D
Also damn, what do you think of the battle? It took me a while to write and the story’s only going to get even more high stakes from here on.
On another note, 3 Below is coming out in a few days! I’m too excited just thinking about it! Hopefully the Trollhunters get a cameo and maybe we can know what they’re up to now that they’ve left. I also can’t wait to see the new characters. Hopefully they’re just as interesting as the Trollhunters group! Remember to read and review!