Ragnarok: Alpha and Omega-Chapter 27 - 26: The Rogue Ranker and An Escape

After changing into our normal clothes, we headed home for a small celebration. We had made it to the finals, but we didn't want to jinx ourselves, so we kept it simple—just food, drinks, and the satisfaction of making it this far.

As we ate and chatted, a knock at the door interrupted us. I frowned. Who could be visiting at this hour? It was already 7 PM. Cautiously, I stood up to check.

Just as I peered through the peephole, my instincts screamed at me to move. I jerked back just in time—a sword pierced straight through the door, slicing the air where my head had just been. More blades followed, stabbing through the wood like it was made of paper. Then—boom! A boot crashed through, shattering the door completely.

Jason was already in motion. He summoned his twin pistols, aiming at the doorway. I shifted into a defensive stance, muscles tense.

Through the dust and splintered wood, a figure emerged. A man clad in dark robes, a hood covering his face, and a mask obscuring his features. Dozens of swords lined his back like arrows in a quiver. He looked straight at us—silent, menacing.

I took a step forward. "Who the hell—"

Before I could finish, he lunged.

Jason fired instantly, his twin pistols unleashing a hail of bullets. But the assassin moved faster than my eyes could track. His blades flashed, slicing through the bullets like they were nothing. He's faster than a bullet?!

I tried to close the distance, but every step I took was met with a precise slash, forcing me back. He was a master swordsman—one mistake, and I'd be in pieces. Jason kept firing, but it was useless.

We needed an edge. I scanned the room, searching for anything that could turn the tide. That's when I spotted it—one of Jason's failed experiments: a metal bat. It was ridiculously heavy, deemed impractical, but right now, it was our best shot.

I dove for it, gripping the cold metal. The assassin didn't hesitate. He moved to strike me down.

I swung.

SHNK!

The bat never made contact. In an instant, his sword had sliced it into five separate pieces. My stomach dropped. This guy is insane.

That was all I needed to know—we had to run.

I abandoned the bat and flipped the dining table toward him. He sliced through it effortlessly, but it gave me just enough time to grab Jason and dive through the window.

CRASH!

Glass shattered around us as we hit the alley ground. The impact jolted through my legs, but adrenaline numbed the pain. I pulled Jason up, and we started running.

Jason glanced over his shoulder. "He's still chasing us."

I didn't need to look—I could feel his presence closing in. A rogue Ranker. We had no chance of winning this fight.

Jason gritted his teeth, thinking fast. Then, without warning, his body reacted—his flight power activated for the first time.

He grabbed me and shot into the sky. We're flying?!

But the assassin didn't give up. He jumped between walls like a phantom, gaining on us with terrifying speed. Then, he hurled a sword. Jason dodged. Another. Another. He weaved between them with pure instinct. But the fifth one—

SHHK!

Jason's body jerked as the sword lodged into his upper back.

His flight faltered. His grip on me weakened.

We were falling.

I tore the sword from his back, but the damage was done. His blood seeped into my hands. He was losing control.

Thinking fast, I shifted mid-air, forcing him onto my back. I tightened my grip, bracing myself—

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CRASH!

We slammed onto an apartment rooftop. My knees buckled from the impact, but I didn't stop. I glanced back—the assassin was still coming.

"Seriously?!" I hissed.

Gritting my teeth, I hoisted Jason up and started jumping across rooftops. I spotted a fire escape with an open window a few buildings ahead.

That's our chance.

I leaped, twisting my body in mid-air, and dove inside—carrying Jason with me.

We hit the floor hard. I looked up and locked eyes with a girl lying on her bed. Her mouth opened to scream.

I moved fast, clamping a hand over her lips. "Shh," I whispered. "Please—don't scream."

She froze. Her wide eyes darted to Jason, then to the window. She understood.

I listened carefully. Outside, the assassin landed on the rooftop next door. He stopped. Looked around.

Searching.

Seconds passed. Then more. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he moved on.

I exhaled slowly, relief washing over me.

Then—pain. My adrenaline was fading, and exhaustion slammed into me. The girl must have noticed because she suddenly bit my hand.

I winced, but she kept her voice quiet. "Who are you? Who was chasing you?"

I pulled my hand back and sighed. "Look, we're not bad guys. But do you have a first-aid kit? I need to patch Jason up."

She eyed me, skeptical but understanding the urgency. "Yeah. But after I help him, you're going to explain everything."

Fair enough.

I nodded, too drained to argue. She walked over and pulled out a first-aid box. Seeing how exhausted I was, she sighed. "I'll do it. You rest."

I wanted to protest, but my body refused to move.

"Thanks," I murmured.

As my body sagged against the floor, exhaustion finally hit me. I stared at Jason, his breathing uneven, blood soaking through his shirt. We should be dead. We were supposed to be dead. And yet—somehow—we made it. For now, then closed my eyes.