I'll Protect You (Original Version)

I set fire to the rain--no, no, I didn't mean to do it literally!

"Traitor!" Marila snarled angrily, though she looked quite frightened with a bullet mere milliseconds away her head.

"I feel offended by that, Marila," Alec said, putting a hand over his heart. "I am not a traitor. I am standing here, clearly showing my loyalty to the royal family of Cimeria. You, on the other hand, with this woman, are plotting to take down them down. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you're the traitor in this situation."

"Shut up, you insignificant little brat!" Abigail screeched. "You will all pay for your actions! Attack them!"

Chaos sprung into action. The chit-chat ceased instantly when the guards surrounding surged towards us. Even though we had skilled fighters, they had numbers. What was that saying--"there is strenght in numbers?"
            It was like a battlefield, where the two armies clashed at mid-point, swords and spears held high. About twenty of Abigail's forces charged at us, and two of our team, Archer and Flynn, were dashing at the. They didn't have guns on them, but somehow, the two managed to take on everybody quite easily, looking as though they were enoying the challenge.

There were gunshots firing off, hitting everywhere: the walls, the floor, the ceilings, the furniture, and the doors. Heck, every window was shattered at this point and the wind was pushing all the rain inside the room.

Meanwhile, I jumped away from the commotion. However, I liked to enjoy my getaways in backward motions, so I couldn't really watch where I was going. My back hit against a solid object, almost like a wall. When I snapped around, I realized it wasn't a flat wall, but an incredibly tall and broad-shouldered guy, looking like he just walked out of a Teen Wolf episode with his incredibly buff arms and broody-werewolf look.

For a moment, my vision went red as his fist connected with my jaw. Stars flashed in front of my eyes as I stumbled back, clutching my jaw in pain as I let out my anger. Gods, that hurt!
Taking a deep breath, I stood straight up. Dang this guy and his right hook. I hoped that Tartarus was going to swallow him up one day.
           I swung at him with all my anger backing up my punch. He dodged me, laughing as I missed. However, I altered my posture to the side where I pulled my elbow back so that it could hit his back. My advantage made an appearance as he clutched his backside, groaning in pain.
           I returned his right hook, causing him to stumble this time. Then I brought my knee up so that it smashed against his chin, making him scream. I delivered my final blow with a kick to his chest, knocking him to the ground and ridding him of air before I moved on, not bothering to check if he was still fully conscious or not.

I looked around for a bit, scanning for Logan or Sophia. I saw Alice using her flexibility to her advantage, taking down several guards without a use of a gun. Slater, on the other hand, was shooting left and right, looking absolutely murderous.
               I took one step--one step, and suddenly my pathway was blocked by six guards. Manic grins were plastered on their faces as they stepped closer. All of them carried guns, some big, some small.  I was outnumbered--six to one? You have got to be kidding me.

I stepped backwards until I bumped into a chair. My impact upon the damaged piece of furniture caused one of the arms to crack off and fall on my foot.
Ow.

As one of them lifted their gun, I stooped down and rolled out of the way just as they fired. I was up on my feet, launching myself at the girl who had shot at me. We rolled to the floor where I delivered a blow to her face with my free hand.
         Someone pulled me off of her, shoving me back. Her friends banded around her, baring teeth at me. Then, someone broke the line of defense--a boy with a lip piercing. He had his gun aimed at me as he ran closer.
          I grabbed the neck of the gun and with as much force as I could muster, wrenched it to the side. However, he was prepared for my move because I got a fist to my eye right after.

"WILL YOU STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE?!" I screamed angrily right before I paid him back, knocking him out cold.
And that was how I began to take on four more people at once, all of us using our physical strength against each other.
I dodged blows, took some rather severe ones, and delivered lethal ones. But the worse part for me was no matter how many I was able to knock down, more came. All of us were alone on this--all of them just seemed to come out of nowhere and swarm over to any fight, whether it be Archer, Flynn, Slater, Alice, Alec, or me. I couldn't see Logan anywhere.

Now I was cornered.  My arms felt bruised and battered since I had to deflect most of the blows to my face with my arms. My lips were bleeding due to a scratch, and I was pretty sure I had a black eye.

The girl who first attacked me earlier lifted her gun, grinning smugly as she aimed it at my chest. But before she could pull the trigger, someone pulled her back and slammed her against a wall.
My heart went ecstatic at the sight of Logan standing there, though my relief and happiness went to worry when I saw the murderous expressions on his face.