WRECK THE TREE AND BLAME THE DOGGIES FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
WE WISH YOU A SHITTY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A SHITTY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A SHITTY CHRISTMAS AND A CRAPPY NEW YEAR!
My Christmas carol's for you lovely people… Enjoy…
So in honesty this is after Christmas, but I felt like taking a little break since it is a holiday in technicality. So Ha!
But…
LETS READ!
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(20 minutes earlier)
Gray Fullbuster groaned as his eyes slowly opened. His head felt like it had been hit with a frying pan, then he inwardly scowled when he remembered how he ended up unconscious in the first place…
'Bloody hell Woman…' He thought as he rubbed his sore scalp, feeling the pain slightly ease up on torturing him.
He looked to his left and just about saw the silhouette of the lamp in the darkness of his room. Reaching over and switching the it on he sat up and absentmindedly looked around the cosy bedroom of his as he got his current thoughts in order.
'Okay; first: I allowed myself to be tutored by a crazy ass woman who finds pleasure in hitting me every few minutes.' he rested his head on his hand as he remembered Ur hitting him. 'I also have too put up with her arrogant and annoying apprentice who has some obsession with beating his master' Smirked at remembering him getting hit over the head when he tried to start fights with him. He loved waiting Lyon get punished, but he didn't like his too much. 'And finally, I have realised that this Ice-make magic has many more advantages over my own than I originally gave it credit for.'
The events of earlier came to mind and he grinned at being able to start learning that branch of Ice-make. Thankfully, him and Lyon recently managed too keep their rivalry outside and gave eachother a hand in improving their skill in Ice-make.
He remembered when Lyon tried to get him too teach him a bit of his devil slaying magic, only too find out that it was inherited.
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"Hey! Ice bollocks, over here!" Gray shouted over his shoulder as he skimmed through one of the books titled: 'The Basics of Ice-make' by Seraphim Black. He didn't learn too much from it, but it helped him with improving his visualization when moulding his creations. Just for that alone he was eternally grateful.
God Knows his 'creations' looked like ass…
"Quit calling me that, Two-face!" He heard Lyon call from the other side of their masters library. He scowled angrily at the nickname gave him the finger as he saw him waltz towards him.
"Call me that again and I will trash you in our spar tomorrow you platinum ponce." He retorted. Lyon rolled his eyes.
"You wish Scrooge, now what did you need?..." He asked and instantly Gray stood up and chucked the book to him, making him stumble when trying to catch it before it fell to the floor.
"I need to get another book, any suggestions?" He asked as Lyon glared at him.
"Well before that, stop throwing books at me o-"
"That will never happen..."
"Shut it, and secondly, go to the fourth row and look go to the right. I think there are some interesting books there that I never checked." He explained as he walked away.
"You never checked? And you have been with miss. Crazy for how long?" He asked.
"She could beat you without a sweat." He retorted with pride.
"You forget the part where I can swallow up anything she throws at me… I could win any day of the weak."
"Psh." Lyon waved his hand at his rival. "Speaking of your magic, how do you learn it?"
"Hmm?" Gray raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"You heard me. How do you learn that slayer magic?" He asked again. He clearly hadn't researched the different types of slayer magic's.
"My magic is inherited…. "Gray answered with a mocking grin. His grin soon turned into a pursed line at Lyon's confused frown. "I mean you can't learn it as you were not born with it." He said with resignation. Lyon's eyes widened and he pouted.
"Oh come on!"
"Don't 'Oh come on' me. It is what it is..." Gray laughed at Lyon's miffed expression.
"But still!" Despite himself, Lyon was somewhat relieved about that. He didn't want to just learn any sort of magic, even if the magic in question was immensely powerful. No, Ice-make first. Then he would delve into a back-up magic of his choice.
He wanted too personalise his magic. He sought Master Ur out for the reason of wanting to learn Ice-make. It was something that embodied him in a subtle way. Like Ur. Hopefully himself one day.
Gray? Well that was up to him…
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The moment Lyon asked him that question he grew a tinge of respect for the silver haired mage. Regardless of the intention behind the question he had swallowed his overwhelming pride and asked his rival about his magic and if it was possible for him to learn.
That moment defined Lyon for the devil slayer…
Suddenly, he was brought out of his little self-made trance when he heard sniffs coming from a few rooms to his right. 'Who the hell could Lyon be sniffing in their?' He thought, the sniffs didn't sound like the usual sniffs from the cold or the crazed addicts from Brago. They were slightly sombre, somehow…
After two minutes the sniffing turned into silent crying, and he quickly realised that it wasn't Lyon. His eyes widened as he knew that since there were only three people in the house/cabin it only left one person.
"Ur?..." He said quietly, still frozen to the spot where he sat. He listened for a few more seconds when he finally decided that she was genuinely broken about something. Her Nonchalant grin and proud aura was a slight cover up.
And he couldn't listen to her sadness emanate anymore….
He made his decision and got up from his place on the side of his bed and he grabbed a pair of black long pyjama bottoms and he made his way towards Ur's room. He walked up to the door and pushed it away from him, allowing the light from the hall to wade into his masters room.
His eyes gazed on his masters shaking form. He saw her arms clutching at something and hugging it to her chest, as if it would disappear the moment she let it go… He was gazing upon her little moment of weakness and he felt like an intruder stepping into strictly forbidden territory.
Her body froze as the light reached her and she slowly turned around to meet his gaze. Her tear stained brown orbs meeting his onyx ones.
"Gray?..."
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Regardless of whether or not human could smell outside emotions they could definitely feel them. That was the case when Ur could feel Gray's hesitance too speak, the fact that he looked to be trying not to do anything to set her off again made her mentally smile. He really did care, despite his apparent lack of feeling which made him look slightly eerie sometimes.
"U-Ur?" He stuttered quietly, as not to wake Lyon up. "Are you okay?"
She shuffled around to face him and she saw his eyes look down towards the object In her hands. Instinctively, She tightened her vice-like grip on the photo as he continued to stand in shock.
"Ur?..."
"C-Come over here Gray..." She replied finally, beckoning him over as she wiped her eyes of her tears.
He tentatively walked over to his master and when he was near enough She quickly enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug, almost making him yelp in surprise. He felt moisture hit his head and new that she had started crying again. He wanted to struggle out of the uncomfortable grip she had him in but as she continued to crush him she had unknowingly dropped the object she was previously clutching to her chest. It turned out to be a picture. The picture depicted Her, some guy who held her closely, and a baby that she held in her arms. She seemed happy, the baby was reaching out with it's little arms towards Ur and the guy seemed to be about to laugh at the babies antics.
'Is this a picture of Ur's old family?' Gray thought, he suddenly felt compelled to allow this painfully tight hug. He now understood if the picture was what he thought it was.
But the way she was holding that picture…
He didn't know why he did it, but when he saw that picture he felt bad for her. As much as he complained he really did appreciate her hospitality and he realised just how much the world they lived in loved to ruin the nicest of people…
He hugged her back…
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As the hours passed, The devil slayer and his master got up from the floor and sat on the side of her bed. She had picked up the picture and sat down next to him before she showed him the picture.
"Here." Ur handed him the picture. "The baby in the picture was mine. She was my everything after my husband left me." She explained sadly. Gray had a bad feeling that there was more to it than that. He didn't hide it well apparently as Ur smiled and went on to explain about Ultear, Rez and the terrible affliction that gripped her baby. She told him about Rez leaving as soon as Ultear was diagnosed and how her life went down until Lyon came along and gave her a new purpose.
"If he hadn't come too me, wanting to learn, I-..." She sighed… "I don't know… What would I have done? Probably be some constant angry hermit woman who screams at the people who passed by."
"I think you would've been fine..." She looked at him with wide eyes. "You seem like a strong person… And I think that if your baby, Ultear was it?" She nodded numbly. "Well, is looking down on you I bet that she is super proud."
Ur was a good judge of character, she could see how someone was just from how they stood. She still surprised Lyon with how much she knew about him. But Gray had never shown this side to him before. Not a single crack in his Constantly annoyed façade seen in all the months he had been here.
But she felt her heart melt at this soft and caring side to him. He had always been wise in his own unique way, his words were simple but the meaning he held behind them was were he shined.
"My father always loved kids…" His young voice tore her away from her thoughts, she looked to her right and saw him look down with a wistful expression on his face. But it had a trace of anger.
"He would always go round to my old friend's parents house to meet his friend and entertain Macbeth…." Gray felt the lump in his throat bob slightly as his chest tighten at the mention of his father. "When that disgusting demon invaded he instantly sent me towards my friends house to get her and her baby brother away from the village." His hair fell in front of his face and Ur could no longer see past the thick black hair that reached the boy's nose. But from what she could see he was about to break down himself. "That was the last time I saw him alive… The moment I came back to the village I came across his charred and blackened remains."
He started shaking and he felt the first tear slide down his cheek, then another one and another. They continued to spill over his face until he was being held by Ur as he quietly cried his eyes out. The bottled up feelings he had kept in finally be freed. The Ice-make mage rubbed his back as the sunlight started to peak through her curtains.
Gray looked over her shoulder and he was surprised, where they up all night?
He looked at Ur and she nodded, knowing what he was going to ask. She watched him quietly tip-toe back to his room and smiled… He really did care, despite not showing it. She re-called the hours that Gray stayed with her to give her some much needed company and she was more happy than she had felt for a long time… This night showed many layers to the survivor of Deliora and she wondered if she would have ever seen him as he really is if she didn't break tonight.
Yes… Ur Milkovich was feeling good, despite not getting any sleep…
The time was somewhere around 6:00am or so. That was good, she had time for an hours sleep at the most, and as much as it would be barely enough sleep for anyone, she found that she didn't mind all that much…
It was worth it, in more ways than one…
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Two hours later, Ur had her two students spar again… This time she was seeing some good improvement…
Very, very good improvement...
"Ice-Make: Freeze Lancer!" Shouted Gray, he watched his hands gather a powerful whitish-blue mist as three long, thick looking, sharp lances shoot out of them and fly towards Lyon. Unfortunately, just as they were about to hit, Lyon brought three of his seven flying dragons down and into the lances path, effectively skewering them and stopping any momentum the lances had. The creations disappeared and the kids backed away from eachother again.
"It's about time you used your creations for more than a flight show frosty!" He taunted… From the looks of it, it almost worked… almost.
Well, in reality all it did was mar his face with a look of annoyance as he made his remaining dragons fly nearer towards himself. This made Gray smirk, this may be somewhat challenging if he was going on the defensive… May be…
"Ice-Make: Ice wisp!" He thrust his hands out and a bunch of little segmented worm-like creations appear and rocket towards him as the two dragons circle around Lyon's out-stretched hands…
Quickly, Gray made a pair of icy gauntlets before hitting the ground. For a second nothing happened and Lyon grinned, thinking he was about to finally beat his rival for once. Then massive turrets suddenly rise from the ground and aim towards the wisps that were rapidly approaching.
Lyon didn't look so smug after the gargantuan guns appear. He didn't look smug as the devil slayer let loose on his poor defenceless wisps and he certainly didn't smug when the turrets turned their user based attention upon him and his orbiting dragons.
And even though Gray couldn't see because of the snow being kicked up, he was pretty sure that he wasn't looking smug as multiple chunks of ice started freezing him in place forcefully… He was pretty sure that it hurt a bit too.
"Looks like I win again, Yo- Waaah!" Just as he was about to insult his opponent He felt two appendages grab him by his feet, he looked down and saw two tentacles. But before he could do anything he was dragged under the icy ground and into a massive hole with his annoying rival standing a few feet away from him.
"I won't give you the chance to get up Devil ass!" He charged at him and tried to punch him in the head to which Gray responded by grabbing his fist and kicking him in the side, forcefully pushing him back to where he stood moments ago.
"Dammit..." He heard the silver haired boy mutter. He simply looked at him with a heated glare…
"Try that move again Ice bastard and I will not hold back any longer!" He stated warningly. Lyon just looked like he would laugh. Doubling over and laughing just as soon as he tried to stop them.
"You are holding back? Whatever, as if I would believe that shit!" He mocked. "Come on then scars, give me your best! I bet I still beat you!"
He let Gray stand up, but he discreetly formed some tentacles behind him. He watched as the tentacles slowly emerged from the icy wall behind his opponent and inwardly grinned, there no way his rival would out do him this time!
"Fine!" Hissed Gray. "But don't whine when you lose again, and your sitting on you're whiny ass complaining about me cheating again!". He pulled his hand back and thrust it into the side of the wall of ice before smirking at Lyons befuddled expression.
Suddenly, Lyon felt a block of ice smash into his head, he turned around to see what hit him but was met with the smooth solid wall of ice. "Try that again you bastard and I wi-..." His voice died out as he turned around to see his rival had disappeared. He knew that the hole was too deep and that his master was watching so in a panic he looked up to see if Gray was trying to get out of the hole when an icy arm grabbed him by his midriff and smashed him into the wall behind him.
He wheezed as the wind was knocked out of him and he tiredly swung his elbow behind him to hit Gray only to hit the solid ice behind him. Lyon yelped as his elbow connected painfully with the wall and froze up at hearing his rivals voice behind him…
Where his back was directly against the solid, icy wall…
"I did try to hold back, but you wanted me to fight at my best so you reap what you sow, freezer burn." Grays cold and confident tone bounced off of the icy walls and Lyon suppressed a shudder before his eye widened dramatically.
"H-How did you learn ice augmentation this q-quickly?!" He shouted angrily, he couldn't believe Gray beat at something else again! He was still struggling to turn his hand into ice, let alone merge with the ice around him!
"It's called practise you silver haired dunce, you should try it sometime." He laughed as he felt Lyon struggle against his vice grip.
But Devil slayer magic wasn't just a magic for killing beings akin to the devil, it was a permanent body augmentation. His natural strength, durability, reaction speed and agility had all been improved greatly since he acquired his gift from his father.
The curse resistance didn't hurt too much either…
"LET ME GO, BASTARD!" Yelled Lyon, he had stopped trying to get free and had started trying to destroy the ice his opponent inhabited… This made Gray chuckle a bit more.
"Let me show just how powerful I have become Squints…." He said in a monotone voice before pushing Lyon into the middle of the hole and punching him out of it and into the air with a giant icy fist.
He quickly filled the spherical hole up with ice again but he continued to grow the cylindrical ice tower into the air whilst punching Lyon with his enhanced strength when he got close enough to him.
The poor ice-make wizard looked on helplessly as two strands of ice circled the spire rapidly until they got Gray's hands and circled them. The strands had left a trail ice with icicles around the tower and his eyes once again widened in both fear and anger. Gray was just embarrassing him with unnecessary art work!
However; before he could do anything else he saw Grays fist punch away from the tower and into the sky again. But luckily for Lyon he was now far enough away to do some damage of his own. His body ached from the beating it just took but he was not about too let Gray win again!
"Ice-Make: Ice Dragon!" His hands came together for once instead and a massive dragon spawned under him. He grabbed the horns and rode it towards Grays ice tower, but the heavy snow blowing around in the dull grey sky made it difficult to navigate his way too Gray.
He briefly saw his master, staring at the two in awe. He felt smug at seeing her expression and was going to make her even more proud by beating devil dick Fullbuster.
And since he found her he knew exactly where his opponent was…
But when he finally saw Gray he saw him performing some weird contemporary signs and movements on the top of his tower. Confused he flew his dragon closer and decided to take him out quickly.
He raised his hands and started to fire ice bolts out of both of them towards him, but he just dodged them whilst continuing too perform his little routine.
But it was only now that Lyon realised that Gray had a white mist building around him, it was rising around him fast. But it wasn't the natural mist that the snow manages to make, this was a magical mist! An aura!
Whatever he was doing was going too be powerful, it could possibly beat him if he wasn't careful, if he was focussing on attack rather than defence then Lyon knew that he would stand next to no chance of beating him!
He had to take him out now!
"Ice-Make: Eagle Flock!" He shouted in a wary tone.
A magic circle appeared behind him and a massive miasma of icy eagle shot out of it for ten seconds before it closed up.
Lyon hated magic circles, Ur and Gray weren't required to use them so why did he need to use them to beat either one of them?! Magic circles as quoted by Gray were 'annoying, static fragments of flimsy runes and etchings that would be your downfall if you don't learn to forgo them'.
Lyon be-grudgingly agreed with that opinion…
He was brought out of his revere when Gray stopped moving and instead took too staring at the eagles with a focussed expression plastered on his young face. He was about to send another volley of eagles, but then he saw the magical aura/mist swirl above Gray before said ice mage's eyes lit up with an eerie blue intensity to them. He slowly rose his arms, seemingly unaffected by the armada of eagles being sent his way.
"Ice-Make: SNOWSTORM!" He bellowed…
The time between Gray bellowing and his eagles getting closer to him Lyon could swear that all sound had been momentarily drained from the world, as if the concept of sound was too much for the world to bear. The way the mute button had been pressed on the world felt weird to say the least.
But he only thought these thoughts because of what happened next…
No sooner had Gray shouted had a massive gale of wind appeared out of nowhere, almost knocking him off of his dragon and making him focus on stability than flying. The wind picking up was made even more harsh and unrelenting by the sudden influx of sharp icy shards that began to orbit around the massive area Gray had let the storm take up.
It was then Lyon realised how biting the cold was getting…
Gray must have done this on purpose! He wasn't effected at all due to the fact that it was HIS magic that was fuelling the terrifying storm and he was purposely making the air so cold that it was starting to make Lyon stiff at the joints the closer he got.
He looked at Gray. "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING ICE BREATH!?" He yelled over the noisy wind, in response Gray gave him a confident grin before he dived off of his tower, plunging into the dark grey mist below them.
Lyon looked on in horror, did Gray really just jumped off?! HE would die if he hit the damn ground! "GRAY!" He shouted.
"TIME TOO LOSE LYON!"
He looked behind him and he gasped…
Behind him was Gray… Flying… With icy wings attached too his back…
He didn't have much time too do anything as he watched the Devil slayer rocketed towards him, moulding an icy lance in his hands as he closed the gap between the two, his newly made lance poised and ready to attack.
"Shit." Lyon had to pull up with his dragon before Gray impaled it, just barely dodging his rivals charge.
He turned around and made his dragon fire chunks of ice at Gray, who swerved around them and begun to charge towards him once again.
"Take this!" Shouted Lyon as he open the mouth of his dragon. "Ice-Make: Ice Beam!" He watched the beam of ice shoot towards Gray and he anticipated.
The Devil slayer knew he wouldn't be able to move in time, his wings were make shift and they were falling apart due to his poor mental imagery. But if he timed it right he could grab onto the ice bastards dragon and-… And…
'Well, I haven't made it that far yet.' He thought.
The beam of ice connected with his left wings, he grunted as control was taken from him and he was sent spiralling towards Lyon and his icy beast.
God he hated dragons…
He quickly dispersed his wings and grabbed onto the bottom of the dragon, almost slipping as he tried to grip onto the animated creation. After he got a firm grip, he turned his hand into ice, struggling slightly due to his multitasking and he stuck it into the icy beast…
Lyon however, had no clue and was once again looking below for his rival, only for a slab of ice to just out of the head on his dragon.
"What the-" His sentence died out as he saw the words etched into the ice…
'This is where I win, Penis breath.'
How dare that asshole call him such a phallic term! And how did he-….
Anger flooded his veins as he realised what had happened. That Devil ass had managed to latch onto his dragon. His only saving grace was about too be destroyed and he would be helpless.
He would lose... He would lose to his rival again…
And as he saw Gray emerge from his dragon using that bloody ice augmentation he knew that he could do nothing else but lose…
"NO!" He shouted in protest. "NOT AGAIN!"
He stood up and turned around, Gray's snowstorm spell almost making him lose balance as he tried to steady himself before be tried to punch him, to which Gray opened a hole in his icy chest and laughed as Lyon's fist went through it.
Gray then delivered a punch to his face jaw, knocking him off balance and leaving him open for Gray to run at him and dive off of the dragon whilst taking Lyon with him.
Gray felt like pissing him off more, he wanted to show Lyon that he was better than him and this would surely prove his point…
The two young mages continued to plummet towards the snowy ground below, they were moving fast, so fast in fact that the wide range of the Devil slayers snowstorm had been passed. The two were barrelling towards the ground in the normal grey clouds now.
As they were falling Gray had to block many punches from Lyon as well as deliver his own to no avail. He could see Lyon's wide, disbelieving eyes, he was scared, scared of losing again.
It just made Gray grin…
"Don't complain Ice pants!" He shouted as he threw another punch at Lyon.
"I will not lose to you scars!" He loudly retorted, trying to block Grays fist. "Just watch me!"
He was expecting a reply and he got one, just not in fashion he was expecting…
He watched Gray point behind him with a devious smile… He looked to where he was pointing and he almost pissed himself when he saw the ground closing in on the two very quickly…
Unfortunately, anything he could have done was impeded by Ice wrapping around his joints, stopping him from resisting. He tried his best to free himself from his binds but Grays ice was just too strong…
And as he felt the ground connect painfully with his back with Grays hand holding onto his forehead, forcing that into the ground. He knew that he, Lyon Bastia, had lost against his rival once again...
The force from the impact kicked up so much snow that it took a full minute for the flakes to float back to the snowy ground where they originally resided. And Lyon wished they didn't however as the silhouette of Ur emerged from the battleground.
The two apprentices watched as she moved past the tower, to which Gray removed when he realised that it was still up, her face still in a slight state of shock…
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All she could do was stand there in awe as her two apprentice's fought for victory. As the two young boys used their ice-make magic to their greatest ability trying to one-up eachother. She watched as Gray converted the hole made by Lyon into a big, icy spire whilst punching him into the air, before Lyon started to ride a dragon of his own creation to stay in the fight.
She was flummoxed by the mere fact that Gray, who had only learned of the ice augmentation yesterday was able to utilize it already to such a masterful extent! It was simply unheard of!
The boy had not been hear for more than three or four months and he was already rivalling and (she had to admit) beating her first apprentice, who had been learning from her for the last two years.
The boy was a natural magical prodigy…
She truly believed that, from the skills and power he had shown since he started learning she couldn't come to another conclusion, she always ended up on the same answer every time. Not that she was complaining. But the boy was a slight enigma. He always held a cocky, nonchalant or grumpy exterior but he was anything but those things in reality, He had held a high opinion of people he didn't particularly like. Something that many kids never do.
That led into the fact that he was a really mature kid (except for when he is around Lyon). He had shown multiple times that he could be patient, understanding and wise. He was like a little man-child, except he was a child acting like a man instead of vice-versa.
But no matter what he did, he always had that hidden anger inside of his soul. A little tinge of an unrelenting rage and sadness always made itself known through his very being. His posture showed it, his facial expression showed it, and his very actions showed it.
And it was slowly growing… Whether he knew it or not.
All of these things only strengthened her resolve to save him from this darkness, she saw a bit of herself in Gray. She had felt the harsh sting of reality and had also gone through that stage of anger at the ones responsible. He had every right to be angry, as did she, but she learned in the most horrible way that the anger can and will blind you, which only leads to you hurting yourself more than before…
Ur was snapped out of her thoughts from hearing the panting breaths of the boy in question…
"… I….. Win… asshole..." She heard him pant out. She finally walked towards the two in the crater , just getting a glimpse of Lyons utter embarrassment before anger took precedence.
"You.. cheated somehow!" Lyon protested as he gave up on struggling. He seemed to be absolutely disheartened He felt absolutely awful, he had lost once again to this hell popsicle. No matter how much he improved he could never seem to beat him.
"Whatever..." Grays reply would have sounded a lot more annoyed if it wasn't for his heavy panting. He let go of Lyons head stood a few feet away, slightly hunched over as he regain his breath.
Ur decided to step in just before the two tried to fight. "Okay, quiet you too." She spoke sharply, smirking slightly at they instant compliance. Well, Gray just folded his arms and 'humphed' whilst Lyon stared at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Noticing his distress she spoke to him first. "First off, well done you two and I mean that, well done." She said praisingly. "You rate of improvement has gone up dramatically this past week! Next to no-one has accomplished this much in such a short time! You both should be proud of yourselves!"
Gray nodded, thinking on how much closer he was to killing Deliora painfully. Unbeknownst to him, his master had caught the dark look that spread across his features momentarily. She frowned slightly.
Lyon looked somewhat happier, but he still looked bitter. She turned her attention to him. "First off Lyon." The boy in question looked down again, but she smiled. "You did very well." He looked up In shock. "You showed me that you can utilize you ice-make in more ways than just attack. You used trickery, environmental use and that you can use you dynamic ice to give yourself more mobility." She pointed to where the tower used to be and he got what she mean by mobility. He grinned and bowed.
"Thank you master!" He said, a renewed fire burning behind his dark eyes.
Smiling, Ur turned to the still panting Gray. She understood why, His body was still to young to use ice augmentation for an extended period of time so it was natural for him to be tired after seven minutes of consistent use. She placed her right hand on his shoulder and he finally looked up with a tired expression.
"Gray… You are really coming into you're own with Ice-make and augmentation." She couldn't the shock out of her voice when she said this. "Not only did you manage to counter your opponents every move, but you have also showed me that you're augmentation skill is already reaching a new height." Gray tried to grin, but his body screamed at him to stop moving too much. Ur noticed this and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about tiredness. It is only as bad as it is because your body is still too young and underdeveloped."
Even though the kid already had the indentation of a six pack along with other muscles, she noted.
'He either trains hard or his Devil-slayer magic has amped him up.' She thought, but even she knew that it was probably the former…
She watched him nod a few times as he looked down again, then back up quickly before freezing in place.
She and Lyon were confused by this sudden change in behaviour, a second ago he was barely keeping himself together and the next he was transfixed to the top of the rocky mini cliff-face with a wide-eyed, confused frown.
The next thing he did worried the two mages…
He bolted toward the place he was staring at before he jumped up to the top of it with a magic-enhanced jump. Before taking off in the same direction fast.
"Stay here!" Ur ordered before she took off behind Gray, she made a flight of stairs and made her way to the top before she spotted Gray 70 feet away, still running like his life depended on it.
"Gray! Stop!" She shouted but he must have ignored her because he continued running. As did she.
It took at least too minutes of continuous running and dodging rocks before he stopped and looked around as if searching for a dangerous criminal in a fog. She finally got too him and looked at him like he was mad.
"What was all that about young man!?" She shouted over the heavy blizzard that had been picking up. "Why did you start running out here!?"
He turned to her with a concerned and wide-eyed look on his features. He opened his still heavy breathing mouth and his answer both scared her and confused her.
"A girl was staring at us..."
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So… right…
I didn't like this chapter, it felt fragmented and poorly described… But if you guys liked it then cool.
By the way, what do you think of the new summary? If you like it then you can thank Yungsun, AbsoluteZero999 and Hiraethe for their opinions and input.
PHRASES OF AWESOME!
1: 'I like to look dress sharp and… snazzy nice'
2: 'You know when you look In the mirror and you think "I look good"? No? Well me neither!'
3: 'You are playing it wrong. Give me the controller.'
IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay, I had a hard time writing this chapter and it Is likely that I will have trouble with others. I update a bit too sporadically for my taste and the quality of each chapter dwindles as I go on.
So after I do this arc, I will be writing out the chapters for the current arc before posting them. For example, I will write the next arc of this story out after I complete this arc. Updates will be scarce after each arc is complete and during that time I will be writing out the next arc. And that will be how I do this from now on.
The side stories will continue as they are now. Randomly updated…
Thank you for sticking through this and I will see you next chapter.
Stay cool,
-viperhat
