Timeless Hero Without a Goal

61st Tick: Battle On The Beach

“We’re under attack!” Thomas heard the crew shout.

He looked around, wondering where the captain was. Unfortunately, Captain Wave was nowhere to be seen. Thomas cursed and jumped from where he was and into the sea. Bombs were being desperately thrown off the ship, some exploding and injuring a few sailors. Thomas washed ashore and was faced with a few demons who hastily picked up their spears and thrusted down on Thomas.

“Sixth Hour.”

Images of Thomas popped out of himself, some images getting stabbed by the images from the demons. The demons looked around in confusion, their images also looked at them in confusion. More and more images played, until eventually, the images messed up. There was one where the four demons surrounding Thomas had stabbed each other by accident and desperation. The demons looked at the images of their dead bodies, shocked in place.

Thomas snapped.

He was lying down on the beach, soaking wet from his dive into the sea. He spat some salt water out of his mouth and stood up, the demons falling over around him, spears stabbed into each other. Thomas flexed his fingers and looked at the remaining demons on the beach.

“A bad idea, I know.” Thomas said in the demon tongue.

There were more than twenty demons on the beach and most of them held weapons. Thomas ducked as a bomb flew over his head and into the sea. Thomas took a glance backwards at the ship, wondering just what Captain Wave was doing in such a situation.

“Fourth Hour.” Thomas said.

Bombs slowed down in the air, moving at a snail’s pace. A clock appeared high above them, the hour hand pointing at the number four. Thomas grabbed the bombs out of the air and casually walked up to the demons, putting each one not too far away from a demon. They took time to notice, but in the slowed time, they were unable to even react on time. Thomas picked up a few more bombs and lighted them himself, aiming to hit all if not most of the demons on the beach.

When he was done, he walked back to where he came from, looking at what he had accomplished. He covered his face with both hands and swiped his hair up, giving the demons a smile. “Eight Hour.”

A clock appeared on every single one of the bombs. Time compressed to that single moment in time, and the results? Every demon was wiped out, the bombs blowing them to bits. Thomas looked back at the ship, noticing something odd. There were close to no one left on the ship. The effect of the slowed time had ended as Thomas said, “Second Hour.”

He was reversed back to his position on the ship without affecting the surroundings. Thomas walked around, wondering what had happened to the crew. His immediate thought was that Truth was involved, but his suspicion was proven wrong when he saw splatters of blood on the ground and wall. Bodies of the sailors laid on the ground, lifeless. Even Truth was on the ground, a streak of blood above her. Her body was crushed, as if she was slammed against the wall and left to fall. Thomas scowled and quickened his pace. “Zeroth Hour.”

Time paused as Thomas made his way across the hall. He noticed an end to the c*****e, and standing there was Captain Wave. Thomas pushed past the captain, wondering just what was going on. He saw her, a demon.

She stood there, facing Captain Wave, her hands stained with blood. Her mouth had blood, and her teeth were also stained red. Her long white hair had several patches of red, and her skin was lighter brown compared to other demons Thomas had seen before. Thomas stepped back, not knowing why. He had a bad feeling about it, especially after seeing that she had not even drawn the two daggers strapped to the back of her waist.

Thomas needed to talk to them, but hesitated with resuming time. The demon generals he had faced previously were all beyond ridiculous. Bry moved fast enough that Thomas could not dodge, Amon could fight Wish, Episode had defeated him completely. He was sure the demon in front of him was a demon general, he was unsure whether resuming time would be a good idea. Instead, he went with the safer route, pulling the daggers out of their sheathes and holding them in his hands. They had an intricate design that Thomas was not sure how to describe, like a flame but like a wave. The daggers reflected the dim light of the room, made of some unknown metal.

Thomas stood around the corner, wanting to observe what would happen. When he was hidden, he resumed time.

To Thomas’ right, there was a slight breeze. He sighed, “Of course.”

Thomas jumped backwards, prepared to dodge. He faced the demon who looked at him with sharp eyes that had a wild look. She wore a red dress, or maybe it was stained red, Thomas could not tell. The dress, sleeveless, did not appear to be damaged.

He then noticed the daggers in her hands. He looked at his own then back at her, cursing. She raised a blade, ready to strike down when she slammed through the wall to the side. Captain Wave ran up to where Thomas was, shouting, “She’s the demon general from back then! Take cover!”

Thomas was wondering what there was to take cover from when Captain Wave tackled him to the ground. There was a quick flash of red and Thomas stared at the ceiling. The ship collapsed on itself, the roof and walls slashed apart. Thomas cursed and pushed Captain Wave off him. The demon general was about to attack again, both blades raised in the air.

“Second Hour.”

The ship reformed itself and the people returned. Thomas saw that the demon general also disappeared, back to where she was roughly a day ago. Thomas took a shaky breath and helped Captain Wave onto his feet.