((Warning: Language, Blood, and Violence))
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The Batter's POV
The Batter knew that Zacharie and him could be in trouble if this Elsen was becoming a burnt. The Smoke Mines were darker and harder to fight in. "Zacharie, hide.. Or get behind me" He whispered, feeling for his bat. "Just in case." Zacharie blinked and stood against the rocky wall behind him. "My bat!" The Batter gasped quietly, realizing his bat wasn't around his waist where he usually kept it. "Fuck, Zacharie, I think I left my bat at home. Get out as fast as possible. I'll meet you outside.."
"No." Zacharie said just as serious. "I'm not leaving you here in the dark without a weapon. You're still injured from protecting me last time. I can help." The Batter sighed, a bit angry that Zacharie wouldn't listen, but didn't argue. He would need help, and he probably could change his mind.
Nodding, he turned back at the Elsen, who was screaming. "Hhh.." It sighed, the pitch lowering. "Help.." It's head came off as the black liquid overpowered it. It was only a common burnt, and they were only in Zone one, but there were no lights in The Smoke Mines anymore. They were completely dark. One enemy would be hard enough, and if anymore came, they probably wouldn't make it out at all.
It ran towards them at a pretty high speed, crashing into The Batter. "Help.." It screeched. "Help me.." The Batter frowned, most Burnts didn't beg for help as much, they just attacked, except Critic-Burnts. But, those weren't in this area, and they didn't attack at all. He grabbed for something nearby to attack with. He grabbed a small, unlit lantern.
The Batter hit it as hard as he could with it, causing it to break. "Zacharie," He said, hearing the lamp hit it. "Do you have a weapon?" Turning, he realized Zacharie was holding a large pole. "Where'd you get that from?" He asked.
"It's a support beam thing." Zacharie said, struggling to hold it. "From another area in the mines, of course."
"You can hardly hold it though.." The Batter sighed. "Zacharie, just go. I can handle this. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I need to help you." He frowned, adjusting his grip after untying his mask, letting it fall into the dirt.. "I'm not letting you fight it alone."
"No you don't." Swinging at the Burnt again. "You can just-" The Batter was interrupted by the Burnt hitting him in the chest area with a powerful punch. Gasping for air, he stumbled back. "T-this guy is dangerous." The Batter turned to Zacharie, wiping his nose. "Please leave."
Zacharie wasn't behind him, he was in front of him, beating the Burnt with the pole. His hits were weak and not affecting it much. The Batter started to jump to pull him back before it could hurt him, but stopped as the Burnt punched Zacharie in the chest and stomach with both hands. Zacharie flew back, blood coming from his nose and mouth. "Zacharie!" The Batter looked at him. But, Zacharie got back up, legs shaking from the attack. He ran back forward and hit the Burnt as much as he could until it hit him again. After doing this around four or five times, The Batter had seen enough. "Zacharie, just stop!" He cried. "It's okay, I can get him." The Batter was frozen in place almost, not able to move.
"No." He said, his voice cracking. "You saved me last time, and I don't want you hurt bad on your birthday.." Falling to his knees, and almost falling completely, he coughed for a few seconds. The Batter ran towards Zacharie, hugging him to stop him from falling. He didn't want him to fight.
"You're hurt.." He blinked. "Please stop.." Zacharie was already half unconcious. The Batter dragged him farther away, leaving the pole there. When he got back, the Burnt was recovered from Zacharie's last attack. It was screaming in anger.
Picking up the pole, he said, "I'm sorry.. It's better this way..." The Batter hit it as hard as he could in the side, hearing the entire pole crack as he did so. It angrily hit The Batter a few more times as he looked for a large enough piece of the wooden weapon. Finding one, he quickly picked it up and stabbed it in the chest.
"Fuck.." He whispered, blinking. "Batter.. I wanted to help.." Zacharie looked around, and realized how bad his chest hurt. "I-I can hardly breath.." He said to himself, starting to crawl towards the exit. He forgot about his mask, but didn't really care. When he got out, he layed on his back as breathed the fresher air.