Brok held the gun with wide eyes.
He had only dreamed of fighting against an Arts User, he had never dreamed of fighting against two.
"I should have killed your wife when I had the chance", Brok taunted Williams who now stood with fury and a bold stature.
Williams may have had a fragile mind but he didn't take it likely with those who taunted with his family.
His bold posture made his presence ever more illuminating.
Shockingly, it took Arnold about three months of living with Victoria to finally realize that the marks differed from each person.
He had noticed it during the stance off as the two men stood eyes fixed at each other.
Williams mark looked like an ox while Victoria's mark looked like a fox.
"I wonder how Favour's mark looks like", Arnold thought to himself as he shifted his gaze to Favour.
His guesses were right.
The mark on the head of Williams was an ox while Victoria was a fox, a younger one at that.
Boom Boom Boom
The silence erupted as Brok pulled the trigger aimlessly as though he had forgotten where Williams stood.
Dust.
No one could see anything. The gunshots had rattled the framework of the building leading to a release in the excess of dust.
Williams firmly walked towards Brok and in an instant knocked him outside the already collapsing building.
Arnold and Favour were gathered by Victoria and brought out to safety.
Everybit of the fight was absolutely fascinating for Arnold.
He jotted down everything and not a single moment could go unnoticed.
Brok stood up, blood rushing down his nose as he searched for his gun.
A huge figure appeared in front of him.
"Don't ever mess with my family!".
Williams looked like a giant.
Infact, Brok and Williams looked like a case of David and Goliath.
Another big blow landed on Brok as he flew about five meters back and landed back first to a building.
Williams walked forward as Brok collapsed to the floor, the gun lay beside him.
Brok knew his life was over as he was not standing up to Williams, so he shot two stray bullets before beginning to experience seizures.
The two bullets caused a bit of damage.
One hit the rib of Williams while the other hit the leg of Favour.
Screams.
Williams looked back. His heart dropped.
Favour had a bullet stuck in her leg as blood gushed out to the floor.
Williams forgot about the pain of his rib and turned to face Brok who had already fallen unconscious.
Fury, pain and regret.
[Weaponry gained: Short Knife
Status: 5% damage
Trigger: Loved ones]
Like an interface, it appeared in the eyes of Williams although only him could see it.
A soft smile grew as he detached the knife from his wrist.
Arnold witnessed everything.
His hands froze before he could even write anything down.
"Did he just bring out that knife from his bare flesh?!".
Williams didn't waste a second.
He shot the knife into the chest of Brok and shifted it left.
He then stabbed him about seven more times.
Then, finally, the knife detached back to his hand.
Arnold couldn't believe it.
He had never known that the Sacred Types were so cool and powerful.
He also couldn't believe the brutality of Williams.
He turned around and walked back to Favour while Williams collapsed to the floor.
Taking the battle using his sacred types took a lot of energy, energy that Williams doesn't have.
He trembled to the floor.
No concern.
Everyone stayed in Favour's path treating her while Arnold stayed at a corner writing a 2 page essay about what he had just witnessed.
The weapons detachment seemed to completely astonish Arnold.
Williams crawled back witnessing the scene of his injured daughter.
He looked down seeing his own damage.
"The bullets.... went deep", Williams thought to himself as he laid belly up on the road.
Victoria was devastated.
Williams and Favour were badly injured while she was as stale as a bone.
Arnold didn't even consider it. He just stood at the side, eyes firmly fixed at the notebook.
Victoria knew that they couldn't visit any local hospital, they couldn't dare to.
As long as they were both Art Users, they were targets to everyone.
She shook her head lightly as she looked down at the suffering Williams.
She used her hands to cover her mouth as she gasped.
"Arnold go help your father".
Arnold rolled over his eyes, tucked away his notebook and stepped towards Williams.
He didn't do this for sympathy, he did it for curiosity.
"How on earth did you bring out a steel knife from your bare flesh", questions swarmed Williams like a bunch of angry bees once Arnold knelt down beside him.
No answers, just groans.
Finally, an answer.
"It appeared l... like an interface. The weapons just came out afterwards like m..... magic--".
His words were faint but hearable, at least to the ears of Arnold who wrote down everything he said and he had heard.
"Let's take them back home. I'll buy some first aid and we can treat them better", Victoria then said still treating Favour as though she was still badly injured.
Favour's eyes were watery as though it was about to burst of warm tears.
No cries, no screams at least not anymore.
Victoria broke into the hospital car that luckily was not damaged during the fight.
Good news, the key was still in the car.
As though it was her first time doing it, she carefully broke the glass and left no glass untorned.
They all got in the car as they drove away, blood dripping on the floor of the car.
Victoria had managed to use a clean cloth to cover the wounds of Favour although she still needed a tonge to bring out the bullet.
Williams although still groaned as he turned to face Favour, carefully placing his hand on her lap.
"We'll be okay!".
Arnold looked up at the ceiling and looked as though he was lost in thought while Victoria drove ahead.
"I should have laid the final blow on that man. Not leaving Williams to handle it on his own", Arnold thought to himself with signs of care.
For the first time while living under Victoria's roof, he felt worry and care in the hearts of Williams and Favour.
Victoria knew that a clean cloth would not be enough to keep Favour in good health.
The fist aid and minor medical kit she anticipated to purchase she believed would do the job.
Watching Williams groan seems rather unsettling for Arnold.
He shook off the negative outputs and then put his concern into the mark on Williams forehead that still lighted blue.
Arnold grabbed his notebook and drew the mark that he had seen on the forehead of Williams.
He tried to know as much as possible about Arts Users in case he ever became one.
He didn't still know more than the four sacred types although he knew that there was many more still unknown by him.