Loss of The 8th

Prologue
As the 4 of us said the word, we felt the dust rise around us and a very strong breeze blew us to our knees. The next time I opened my eyes, the ground was crimson and there was no atmosphere. Matthew coughed.

"How can the merimrs survive this? They defy the laws of nature!" he said.

I nodded.

"The merimrs seem to be able to defy many things. Death is another thing they defy." I responded.

Natalie pretended to look distressed.

"Oh, catch me please. I think I'm fainting due to lack of oxygen." she said.

Matthew grinned a little and kind of moved towards her, but I pushed him away and caught Natalie. Ginger groaned.

"Stop acting so lovey-dovey! We're here to stop the Merimrs, not have a dinner party!" she yelled.

I sighed.

"We arent even supposed to be here! It was supposed to be a raid done by 28 HyperDerikas! Not 3 Derikas and a Durask!" she continued.

Ginger kept on rambling on about the rules while Natalie and I looked around.

"Hey, guys..." Matthew said.

Everybody looked at him.

"What?..." I asked.

Matt then pointed at two glowing red eyes in the distance. The beast that owned them had an underbite and two legs, two arms, and a tail.

"Well, heres where our little Death-defying adventure begins, huh Erik?" Natalie asked.

I smiled.

"Oh, indeed." I responded.

All 4 of us took out our swords and charged.