Chapter 237 - Sacrifice

"So, that's how we're going to play this," he growled.

Elias didn't see the trash can flying through the air until it struck him in the head. He stumbled to the side, feeling dazed as he tried to maintain his balance.

He was soon knocked off his feet as Alaric swept his legs right out from under him. Elias hit the ground on his back with a pained huff.

Alaric punched downward at Elias' face with a shout.

Elias jerked his head out of the way at the last second, hearing Alaric's fist collide with the asphalt. He kicked his foot upward, striking Alaric in the stomach to knock the breath from him.

They tussled on the ground, punching and elbowing each other as much as they could in close quarter combat.

Alaric placed his hands on Elias' chest, creating a crushing feeling that made Elias grit his teeth in pain.

Elias reached up and placed his hands on Alaric's face, burning his skin at the same time. Their eyes collided as they tried to hold out as long as they possibly could, trying to make the other give in.

Elias couldn't even breathe at that point. It felt like his ribs were about to snap, but he kept his grip on Alaric's face, feeling the skin start to burn and peel.

He didn't know how much longer he could take this. The pain was intense, and black dots started to swim in his vision.

He knew that he could hold on a little longer, but he couldn't even tell if Alaric was going to give in any time soon. There was dark craziness in his eyes. Maybe this was the end.

Even if Scott annoyed him, Elias wasn't going to let him die. He ran forward and kicked Alaric off Scott before tugging Scott to his feet.

After sharing a quick nod, they dove back into the fight, dodging flying objects or swings. It seemed like something or someone was flying in the air every few seconds, creating pure chaos.

Elias felt himself grow tired and weak. He had taken so many hits, and the others weren't doing too well either.

Alaric was weak, but he was still powerful, dishing out as many hits as he took. He ran forward with Melina, but they were sent flying back near the gas pumps.

"That's all you got? Maybe I need to entice you," Alaric smirked as blood dripped from a cut above his eye. He stalked toward Melina as Elias groaned on the ground.

Right when he got within a few feet of Melina, he was suddenly doused in gas. He spun around to face Alyssa, who held one of the gas pumps.

Alyssa stared at Alaric with wide eyes, immediately dropping the gas pump on the ground. She watched gas drip off Alaric's hair and clothes as she backed up.

"You should've stayed out of this human. Now, you'll be one of many to die," Alaric spat as he summoned glass shards to lift off the ground. He directed them right at her before letting them shoot her way.

"No!" Elias shouted from the ground. He knew that he was too weak and slow to get up in time.

All that he could do was helplessly watch the glass fly through the air, its sharp edges ready to impale Alyssa.

Alyssa covered her head, preparing to be impaled, but the glass never hit her. Instead, she heard a heavy thud near her.

She opened her eyes and looked down, gasping at the sight of Scott on the ground, bleeding from multiple stab wounds.

"No... no," she whimpered as she knelt next to Scott. Large glass shards stuck out of his body, blood pooling beneath his body already.

Alaric continued to come after Alyssa, his eyes full of malice.