nightshift ? steven grant | moonknight

? nine

"oh, love, thank god you're okay-" he pulled back and grabbed my cheeks.

"is it really you?" i choked out. my hands moved all over his new white suit, and finally to his face. i already felt tears falling down my cheeks, which he wiped away with his hands.

he kissed my temple and rested his forehead against mine, "it's me, i'm here, love—holy shit, look at you! you look amazing, what are you wearing?"

the accent was gone now, and marc pulled away to look down at me and my new suit. i laughed in amazement for a moment before noticing a look of seriousness wash over marc.

i looked at where i'd thrown harrow back and saw him standing with men surrounding him.

i looked back at marc and watched his bandaged style suit change into a classic white one, indicating steven was fronting, "hey, i'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have,"

"i guess i could say the same thing," my adrenaline started up and a grin showed up on my face.

"yeah?"

i nodded my head, more sure than ever, "yeah."

while steven ran beside me, i flew into the crowd of men, gripping onto my swords. i twisted in between two men and slashed them at their torsos with my swords.

they fell to the ground behind me as i landed. i looked up and ran towards steven and more men. i dashed past steven jumping over one of harrow's purple blasts and cut my swords into more men.

when i looked up, marc had taken care of the rest of steven's crowd.

we ran into the fight together. i blocked bullets with one blade and killed men with the other. i killed the last one and finally got to harrow with marc. the two of us fought in sync; when i got thrown back, marc came in.

when we were one hit away from ending harrow, he threw his axe on the ground and a dome-shaped blast threw us far back. my torso hit a wall behind me and my head fell against my shoulders.

i groaned in pain, not used to these kind of hits. suddenly, harrow came towards me and threw his axe in the air. i blocked it with my swords at my neck, fighting to push against it.

when i thought i was done for, steven came in and kicked harrow into an open room beside me. i used this as my chance to get away and recollect myself, breathing heavily.

i watched as steven was thrown out of the room, through the wall and across the road. there was silence for a moment before marc came out and kicked harrow against a wall. they both rose slowly, and i used this as an opportunity to end this once and for all.

before harrow had the chance to throw his axe down on marc, i grabbed the staff and held it against the wall, catching harrow off guard. marc punched him and grabbed his other arm, holding him down against the wall.

the two of us prepared our blades and swung for the neck, but harrow ducked and slipped from our grasp.

we caught up to him again, harrow pushing one side of his staff while we pushed against the other. we pushed into we were in a clearing of the market and near a van. i heard people scream in arabic, "get in the van! get in the van! hurry!"