(So the stars aligned, and I was able to churn out another chapter relatively quickly. Woo-hoo, I guess.)
The berserk cavalier and the twisted sorceror stood amidst the flame, the light of the pyre making naught but their silhouettes visible. The knight held his spear at the ready, his own flame emanating from his weapon. The wizard only gave another laugh in response, his body contorting and producing a ghoulish armament from his shoulder. There they stood, each waiting for the other to make a move.
"Hey, what are you two doing there?!" shouted a firefighter that had just arrived on the scene, his voice amplified by the megaphone through which he was shouting. "This area's dangerous; get outta here!"
With a quick glance to the firefighter, then to each other, the duo of dark and flame scurried off, metaphorical tails between their (metaphorical, in Wizzro's case) legs.
After having run/floated a distance they couldn't be bothered to remember, Volga and Wizzro came to a stop, catching their breath. Once they'd managed to do so, they both took a look around, only to discover that they were still right next to each other.
Although Volga held his weapon at the ready, he didn't do so with nearly as much conviction; instead, his stance seemed more out of obligation than anything. With a groan, he stated, "Perhaps it wasn't for the best for the two of us to run in the same direction."
"Now don't be ridiculous," responded Wizzro, floating only every so slightly out of Volga's reach. "Since that kind gentleman stopped a fight from breaking out, perhaps now we can talk without you trying to lop my head off!"
Volga grunted and withdrew his lance after a second of hesitation. He looked away from his compatriot and asked, "Why are you here, then?"
Wizzro paused, spinning in place and taking in all the sights around him. "On second thought, that can wait," he said. "I'm new to this world myself, after all; let's have some fun while we can!"
Volga stared. "Fun?"
The duo came to rest atop a skyscraper; as Wizzro stared intently about the city, Volga looked off into the horizon, disinterested. After an extended silence, Volga stated, "You still haven't told me your idea of 'fun'."
"Oh, just watch," the sorceror replies, flashing an invisible grin. He raised his arms, and all around himself he conjured multiple orbs of concentrated darkness. Volga stole a quick glance of the orbs, but otherwise showed no reaction.
Orbs continued to materialize around Wizzro, until they had nearly formed a larger sphere of darkness all around him. It was at this point the wizard flung his hands forward, and the orbs all flew at a different skyscraper. It was then that Volga started to take interest, staring at the course of the spheres.
One by one, the mass of sphere hit the building, but no damage was visible. Instead, an orb stuck to wherever it struck the building; once every orb had hit the building, they had formed a series of letters. Specifically, they spelled out "WIZZRO RULEZZ" in a very messy font.
Volga sighed, shaking his head. He turned to Wizzro and told him, "You have a very strange idea of fun."
Wizzro's laugh of a response was nearly a screech in its high-pitched intensity. "Oh, the fun's barely started, my dim-witted companion!"
The dark wizard snapped his fingers, and the resultant sound resembled two dried leaves breaking against one another. An extended pause followed, during which Volga's disappointed gaze toward the building persisted. But a few seconds later, though, a single orb in the middle of the formation exploded.
The explosion created a chain reaction which extended outward, each orb in the statement exploding in sequence due to the ones adjacent to it exploding. Once most of the orbs had exploded, a larger, more violent burst of darkness exploded from the side of the building, and as one the side of the building collapsed, toppling away from the skyscraper which Volga and Wizzro inhabited.
Volga gaped, but even then the stunt continued. The collapsing building toppled right into the building behind it, in turn causing a domino effect of toppling buildings and terrified and screaming citizens.
The chaos settled finally, an entire city block left naught but a pile of rubble. Wizzro laughed once more, this laugh in particular prevailing all those previous in sheer volume. He turned to his knight companion and asked, "See, wasn't that fun?"
Volga nodded half-heartedly, stroking his chin. "It was impressive, I'll admit," he said, before leaping into the sky and morphing into a more draconic form. Although his new form made his facial features near-unrecognizable, Wizzro could still see hints of a smirk on his draconic maw. "But I could do better," Volga continued.
At once, Wizzro understood, and he floated higher into the sky, away from the building. As he did so, the dragon knight wound up before unleashing a scorching flame from his mouth. The flame engulfed the building, with the flame being so strong that some of it bounded off the building and caught fire on adjacent buildings.
The fires were quick to spread, and soon the whole block was caught under dancing flames that reached to the skies. After that, the block did not last much longer before the buildings started to completely burn down one-by-one. Shortly after, charred remains were all that remained.
Wizzro hovered next to Volga, gesticulating wildly. "Excellent! I didn't take you as one to be such a fan of needless havoc," he commended, suppressing another decrepit laugh.
Volga returned to a humanoid form, albeit with draconic wings still sticking out of his back. A chuckle escaped from him, and he responded, "I suppose you're to blame for that."
The two created a symphony of evil laughter that reverberated across the whole area. Meanwhile, on ground level, a certain policewoman with chestnut hair watched the havoc from outside her police car through binoculars. She considered reaching for the comm device in her car, but decided against it; she doubted police officers were equipped to detain things straight out of bad fantasy series.
With a sigh, she ducked back into the vehicle, muttering, "My superiors will be thrilled to hear about this."
After having their fill of toying with innocent lives, Volga and Wizzro fled the area entirely, and they rendezvoused in a remote forest outside the city. The two looked up at each other after a pause to catch their breath, and Wizzro mentioned, "Deja vu."
"I don't need you spouting your hexes at me, sorceror," Volga responded, drawing his spear once more.
Wizzro rolled his eye. "Don't be such a killjoy. You had fun back there, too, didn't you?"
"Now's not the time for fun," Volga responded, holding his weapon at the ready. He ignored Wizzro mockingly miming his speech and continued, "Will you tell me why you're here now?"
"To retrieve you, of course," Wizzro replied. Volga started to protest in confusion, but Wizzro continued over him, "Did you think Lady Cia wouldn't notice your sudden disappearance? You don't have the best track record in her forces, you know."
Volga withdrew his spear and turned away from the wizard. At least, he tried, but Wizzro hovered right back into his field of vision. "I have the strength to overcome any foe," Volga said, nearly talking past Wizzro, "What reason would anyone have to doubt me?"
Wizzro's retort was a low giggle. The cavalier oddly found it more unsettling than the shrillest of his laughs. The sorceror then replied, "Yes, your repeated failures to defeat that green pest have made you so reliable."
"That green pest cheated!" protested Volga, holding his spear at the ready once more. "No true warrior would need outside aid to win a battle!"
Wizzro found himself rolling his eye yet again. "By your logic, a true warrior wouldn't survive a single war," he muttered.
Volga ignored Wizzro's comment and turned away again. "Lady Cia's concerns interest me little; unless she has found a more worthy opponent for me, she shouldn't bother me."
"And if I told you your chance to finally defeat that man in green has come?" asked Wizzro.
Although the knight didn't turn to meet the wizard's gaze, he let his eyes wander back towards him. "I'm listening."
