Daemon and the Devout

[Crona]

Crona lay writhing on the floor as his skin echoed with the pain from Sivo's burning energy and his vicious crushing blow to his ribcage. The child was certain his ribs had been pummeled beyond repair, but in reality they had only been cracked, though the injury was nothing to brush off. A spittle of black blood leaves Crona's mouth as he heaves himself from the floor, leaning heavily on his black blade to give him the support needed to get at least to one knee as he stops again to regain his breath.

"You dumbass, youre supposed to DODGE his attacks, not stand there like an idiot while he destroys you!" The eternally obnoxious voice of Ragnarok speaks through the blade, continuing his abuse towards Crona as though the boy wasn't in the midst of a skirmish. "Just cause I can keep regenerating you, dosen't mean you go around taking dumb hits. Move next time! Geez..." With that said, Ragnarok works through Crona's black blood to heal some of the burns on his skin and heal some damage to his face, though his bones would likely need time to heal, the wounds that were restored were better then nothing. "Now, Waddya say to Ragnarok." The demon chirps expectantly, while Crona uses his newfound energy to get back on his feet as he grumbles out a few words of thanks. "I didn't hear you! Say 'Thank you very much, Ragnarok.'!"

Crona sighs and lifts the blade to his face. "Thank you very much, Ragnarok." The boy says as cheerfully as he could manage. Now with his wounds healed enough for him to get on his feet, he had to figure out a way to defeat Sivo once and for all, since he decided it was unlikely that he would survive another energy blast. However, the thought was short-lived, and almost immediately after he had just gotten to his feet, he heard the sirens all around him.

Stormtroopers had nearly crowded into the area, Jon had already disappeared, either he had run off or the Stormtroopers had taken him before Crona began paying attention to the events around him, and Sivo was looking rather... well, the boy couldn't tell, behind his enemy's iron visage, not that he cared in the slightest what his attacker was thinking, he worried more for Jon. Had his friend abandoned him? Surely the wouldn't just leave him alone like that, so there must have been some perfectly valid reason for the Commander's disappearance. The Child wracks his mind trying to come up with a reason why, had he lost himself in the battle with Sivo? He supposed it was a possibility, but he more hoped the Stormtroopers moved too fast for him to attack the Enginseer, in his mind it meant that he had not been left behind, or worse, betrayed. Regardless, the Stormtroopers had were beginning to surround them, and since they hadn't fired on either him nor Sivo, Crona figured they weren't on his enemy's team, and the though gave him only the tiniest bit of comfort.

"Weapons down, Prime. Dredd's orders. No funny business if you don't want a shot in the back." One of the Stormtroopers repeats at the child. Heavily outnumbered and badly injured, it seemed as though it was Crona's only option to turn himself in. Nervously, he raises his hands in the air, the black blade shrinking back into the boy's palm in with a sickly purple shine. Soon enough, Crona was disarmed, with his hands raised and trembling beside his head as he tried not to succumb to panic. Sivo was the one to first attack him, of course. The boy knew, or at least hoped, that he had done nothing but defend himself, and repeats the idea over and over in his head as he stares wide-eyed at the Stormtrooper that walked ever closer with his weapon raised.

[spoiler]1SP point used for Basic Regeneration.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Sorry for the late response guys, ive been loaded with a whole bunch of uni work recently and this was the first opportunity I had to make any post, so again, really sorry.

Also I was planning to write a little more, but I left this a little more open-ended because of a request of Mako's, so I hope thats alright ^^[/spoiler]