Disclaimer: Once again, this is a mix of direct translation and my own writing. Please don't sue me, and if anyone flames me enough about copyrights or if the real english version comes out, I will put it down. Enjoy.
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Chapter 2. Unexpected stabber.
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He leaned over the sleeping man.
Same nose, same lips, same closed eyelids. A dark reflection. It was as if he was looking down into a pool of gleaming water, its murky depth just a hand's reach away.
Dawn's chilling glares lightened both the twin's faces.
What was so different? The boy bitterly bit on his lip.
So different, that She will have no other but him. Just him.
Hatred quickened the small boy's heart.
If I kill him here.
If I kill him now.
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…no. She will be most displeased. Angry. Maybe she'll even hate me.
The boy shuddered at the mere thought. No. We must abide by orders.
Killiranshelo reached out for Orphen's throat. Cold metal of the pendant chilled his fingertips. Smirking non-too proudly, he fished the necklace out in one swift motion.
The man did not awaken.
Killiranshelo frowned. This was worse than he thought. He expected frowns. Murmurs, Any sign of awakening. Maybe even a quick startled wakeup with a spell in hand, if he was lucky.
But no response at all?
'How am I going to make a man out of you?'
Sighing inwardly, Killiranshelo turned his back. This was going to be harder than he thought. He reached for the door to the cell.
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And looked straight into the eyes of an old ranger.
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Three things happened at the same time. The cell door swung open smoothly, the ranger opened his mouth, and his old crooked back slumped soundlessly into the wall.
A soft gasp escaped through the wrinkled lips.
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Killiranshelo caressingly lifted up the old man in a gentle bear hug.
Opening the door to the office with a whisper, he let the old man down onto a well-worn chair. Tilting the man's head just so, placing the hands in a comfortable position, turning the chair into a perfect angle. Straightening his back, Killiranshelo admired his handiwork. The corpse looked as if he was merely dozing.
Turning his head, Killiranshelo pricked up his sense for any sign of movement in the cell next door.
…none. Disappointed, he crossed his arms. The ranger must have noticed his presence on the way in. Pity. He had his alert senses to blame for his premature death.
Drawing a thin knife out from nowhere, Killiranshelo swiftly stabbed the corpse. Bright red blood quickly pooled out from the recent corpse. He glanced down at the bloodied knife with satisfaction. Then he grabbed a paper and a pen from the desk, and quickly wrote down a message. Turning this time onto the wall, he stabbed the paper and the knife into it, deep. Blood tricked down the white pureness.
Hanging the necklace onto his handiwork was the finishing touch.
This should do. He smiled, and then left the cabin.
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He didn't have to wait long. He wasn't surprised. If the man couldn't notice an intrusion, the least he could do was smell blood before it cooled. If not, he would truly be beyond help.
The boy measured his time with a slight tilt in his loosely hung hand.
Several rhythmical taps passed before two young teenagers burst out of the cabin.
Killiranshelo watched silently down at the bickering teenagers.
A blond girl. Snuggling a black (imitation) dog over her loosely worn pajamas, she continued to tap onto the little thing's nose while snapping furiously at the boy.
A blond boy. The apprentice was fully clothed, but rumpled beyond a mere frown. Not that it mattered. It looked as if the clothes – as well as the boy – would be swept up into a hurricane of flames anyway, from the way the deep dragon's glittering green eyes gleamed with every punch and kick the girl landed on the boy.
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"So…"
Cleo suddenly stopped, changing her expression.
"I've got just one thing I want to ask you, Majic."
"Eh…"
Majic had a bad premonition. Please dear god, please-
Cleo continued.
"Why on earth did you do a pathetic thing like that?"
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Killiranshelo continued to voire from above. It was entertaining, and it would be educational to find out how a girl's mind worked. Not that he could understand why anybody would want to peek at such an undeveloped girl.
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"Well that's a weird request…"
"W.H.Y.??"
Cleo did not back off.
(Did this girl ever back off anything?)
Majic slowly lifted up his body. Cleo was stomping towards him, leaving firm footprints onto the dusty ground. From the back of the cabin, horse cries rang out.
"Well, I was just…"
Majic shifted his feet, forming a defense – hoping she didn't notice.
"I was just… trying to… get back at you."
"Get back at me?"
Cleo's eyes shone furiously. Majic scratched his cheeks.
"um, its just that… Well, you've been treating me like your personal servant, and… you know, the anger builds up…"
"Hm…"
Cleo didn't move, continuing to shoot daggers at him.
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Oh, so that was the reason. Killiranshelo nodded, comprehension finally dawning upon him. He had been wondering why a (seemingly) perfectly sane boy would even dare to peek at the girl who owned a Deep Dragon cub. I mean, stupidity was one thing, but this…
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The girl hoisted up the dragon cub onto her left shoulder and turned from Majic. The dragon cub stared right back at Majic.
'Huh…?'
Halfway turned to flee, Majic stumbled in his steps. If this was an ordinary day, Cleo's attacks should have been only just starting right about now.
But Cleo had turned away, as if the matter had ended, not even turning back. She continued to stare at the Ranger's hut. Feeling uncomfortable, Majic cleared his throat.
"Um, hey…"
"…"
Cleo did not reply. Not even a flicker of acknowledgement.
Instead, as if flowing into a monologue-
"Orphen…"
"Huh?"
"Orphen, wonder what he's doing."
"……"
Majic couldn't think up a reply, and continued to stare at Cleo's back. Following the cat-like movements of the deep dragon with a dazed expression, he wondered.
(Is she going to form an alliance with Master, THEN attack?)
But that didn't quite feel right either. So he blurted out-
"Master… seemed a bit strange. Can't quite point out what, but… he seemed as if he was hiding something."
"He was like that for ages now. Didn't you know?"
She mumbled in a frustrated tone. Why was she acting like this? Majic rolled the question on his tongue, annoyed. Adding on that she was getting angry in a very strange way.
"I only said 'as if'. Why should Master hide anything from us?"
"…ow…"
He almost didn't catch any of it, but her chin was up and her moving lips visible.
"Huh?"
At Majic's incomprehension she threw a furious glance at this direction – about to go into a fit, but then calmed down somewhat and quietly replied.
"I said, I don't know."
"Why are you so angry?"
"I'm not angry."
She pouted. Majic moaned out loud, tilting his hip back.
"You ARE angry."
"I SAID, I'm not angry."
"Yes you…"
"No I'm…"
"Look, your earlobes are coloring a nice angry red-"
Cleo's face trembled at the ongoing challenge.
"Stop being so nosy!! Of course I'm angry! SOMEBODY peaks at my naked body, SOMEBODY appoints me as the world leader of human cruelty, Orphen keeps hiding something, so I can't even go back to my room to change my clothes!!!"
"AAAHH!!!! Well at least you seem normal agaaaaaaaaaaainnnnn!!!"
Trying to pry away Cleo's clenched fingers from around his neck, Majic shouted out his relief.
Then-
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'Well that reminds me of olden days.'
Shrugging carelessly, Killiranshelo smiled a bit. His arms silently unfolded from his chest.
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Majic flinched. Blood rushed from where it pooled at the top of his head, sloshing down through his neck leaving not even a drop. Majic shuddered, looking around cautiously for the sensation's origin.
Cleo continued without noticing anything.
"Even Orphen treats me as a mere baggage! No pocket money either! ……What are you doing?"
Cleo frowned, clueless.
"Huh?"
The origin – he assumed, relying purely on instinct – was at the back. Trying hard not to look back, Majic asked again. Cleo tilted her head, a dumb expression on her face.
"Why are so suddenly so down?"
"Um… well… something…"
Mumbling some nonsense, Majic turned his gaze towards Cleo. The aristocratic girl had the same '?' expression as the Deep Dragon cub that now perched on her head. He could not explain anything. Because he did not know anything. He had merely sensed something…
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'Smart. Might even be better than the man.'
Killiranshelo mused, mildly surprised. Then angry. How could that man fall so low as to-
In a wave of cold fury, he calmly breathed in-
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(……!)
Just then, that 'something' took form within Majic's consciousness.
'danger'
Majic scampered over to Cleo, almost clinging onto her form-
"Wha- What are you doing!"
Cleo's shrill scream quadrupled within in his eardrum - a thundering echo - but non-caring, Majic gathered up all he could and shouted-
"I weave-"
And with that spell voice he could feel the last drops of his squeezed magic bursting from within his body out into open space.
"I weave, thy glittering wheel of Armour!"
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Killiranshelo instantly recognized the spell, its hardiness, and duration. But he barely gave it a sideway glance. They were not his target.
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The ranger's hut was blown away without trace.
"…Wha…"
Cleo's eyes widened. She was at a loss of words.
Majic too could only stand there and stare dumb at the catastrophe. Getting up from where the shock wave has blown them away, he staggered a few steps towards the hut.
Like an iced toy house on top of a cake, the hut had been raked through savagely – consumed in a clamorous fire.
The oil must have caught on fire – charcoal smoke rose up into the sky.
"Master-"
Majic started, only to be flattened over by Cleo. Pushing back her blond hair that flapped in the raging storm, she scampered quickly to her feet.
"Orphen!"
He heard her desperate scream and shuddered. With the same sinking feeling, Majic too moaned.
(If Master is still in that hut… he's done for…)
The hut had been completely flattened, sprouting tongues of flame from its roof.
Even Majic and Cleo, who have been relatively far off from the hut, had protected themselves just barely using magic. If they'd been in the centre of the explosion-
Cleo was quicker to react.
"We have to help him!"
Blurting that out, starting to run towards the flickering flames of the hut. Majic quickly grabbed her hand from behind.
"Wait!"
Cleo jerked back, reflexively.
"What are you talking about!"
She raved in a murderous tone.
"Are you just going to let Orphen die?!"
"N, no, not that…"
Majic replied awkwardly, letting go of her hand.
"We can't help him… not with the fire like that- what I mean is,"
With a glance at Cleo's murderous glare, he gathered his words together.
"What I mean is, if Master himself doesn't do anything. Master can take care of himself much better than us, right? If Master couldn't do it, then we can't…"
But Cleo looked as if she just couldn't accept that.
"Do you think Orphen can do anything?!"
She once again gathered Leki in her arms and turned towards the hut. Not even looking at Majic, she continued.
"He might be unconscious in there…"
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Killiranshelo restrained a savage scowl.
'If he is, I won't even bother killing him myself.'
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"Aren't you even worried?"
"Of course I'm worried. But we've been more of a burden then a help all along, and…"
Cleo looked as if she wanted to shout out something in protest. Just then-
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"You're right."
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Killiranshelo widened his eyes, staring down at the two with new light. He's never thought about it that way before. Maybe he had been approaching this from the wrong angle from the start.
"You're right. This just occurred to me, but you two ARE a burden."
"-?!"
Both the boy and the girl turned around at the same time. At the completely wrong direction, then continued to search their field of view wildly. Killiranshelo mused, fingers gently tapping his chin. A plan quickly formed in his head. Maybe, maybe if he…
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"Who is it?!"
Cleo shouted sharply. Majic too did not lower his guard, searching the area cautiously. Nobody there. Nobody, but…
THERE. That couldn't be denied. A sharp contrast to the complete desolation from just a moment ago, the whole place was filled with the voice's existence. Pricking sharply into his skin, it was just THERE. It was almost as if-
(This feeling… I know this person…?!)
The voice too was familiar, but unplaceable. While he was wondering on that point, the voice once again rang out.
"…He's better off by himself."
The boy finally looked up, but Killiranshelo merely smiled.
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Majic stared up at the figure, half cautious, half wondering.
He was floating ten or so metres above their heads. Arms folded lightly, standing tall in a comfortable posture. Even if you took away the fact that he was looking up from below, he could guess that the voice's owner – probably a boy – wasn't very tall. Average height with adequate muscle – no, maybe a bit on the thin side. Even from afar he could tell that the boy was flexible and without any superfluous flesh. He was entirely wrapped in black. His hair, as well as the cloth that covered his face was black.
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"I'm asking who you are! You deaf?!"
His name? Killiranshelo's smirk rose up an inch. Children. Doesn't even know.
"My name is too famous…"
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He was smirking down at him! Majic bit his lips, staring right back at the lazor sharp glare that shone through the opening of his mask. Young, maybe even not much different from his own age, Majic guessed. Although hovering up in the air without continuous voice magic was yet impossible for him.
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Killiranshelo whispered a spell, sliding down onto the ground. Landing softly a few paces from the children. It must have startled them. The boy had already begun shouting-
"I emanate-"
Killiranshelo didn't even bother moving. Unblinking through the slitted mask, he informed the boy.
"You've failed in magic construction. That won't work."
"Light's messenger!"
The boy ignored him and stretched out his right hand, but nothing came of it. Killiranshelo didn't bother giving the boy a second chance and repeated the spell for himself.
"I emanate, light's messenger."
Controlled to perfection, the spell barely reached the blond boy's ears – a small light forming at the end of his fingertips-
Light filled every retina of his eyes, but Killiranshelo didn't mind. He waited.
"WAAAAAAHHH----"
With a small pop, the light went out.
The boy stopped in mid-scream, crouching somewhat awkwardly with his arms raised – as if that would have saved him from the burning light.
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Killiranshelo stood in stony silence, staring past the dumbfounded boy, straight at the pair of green eyes in its master's arms.
"…Thank Leki."
Cleo's cool words sent a shiver down Majic's spine. He nodded obediently.
Even a newborn cub like Leki held within its grasp a magic that cannot even compare to that of humans.
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Killiranshelo could see the relief flooding into the boy's body. He tilted his head just so, still smiling. Slow words flowed from his lips.
"So it was true… a human had taken a Deep Dragon from the Forest. Well, didn't exactly think that Asrariel would lie, but she does act somewhat fastidious at times…"
His voice held neither frustration nor anxiety. He noted with amusement that at the word Asrariel, the cub's head twitched suddenly. Blinking its eyes as if responding to something. The boy noticed this too.
"Asrariel, you mean that Deep Dragon? The one that let us go…"
"That's right, boy."
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Majic felt a burst of emotion. The other boy couldn't be much older than him, if any, but he was talking that way.
"In that case, she would blame me if I killed the cub… Deep Dragon's resurrection spell only works immediately after death… and not at all if the corpse is damaged too severely.
…Anyhow."
Then he narrowed his eyes, seeming to address no one in particular.
"I was getting worried."
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"Don't fuck with me, Asshole."
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Finally.
Killiranshelo looked up at the floating figure directly above.
Without sound – neither physical nor magical – albeit with considerable amount of light burns and scratches, and a somewhat shaky movement.
He decided to give this a passing grade.
Orphen stood on air in the exact same pose he had taken previously. Killiranshelo smiled at the irony.
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Orphen dropped down to the ground like a cut string doll. Killiranshelo watched calmly as the man landed without difficulty from a few metres height, between him and the boy as if blocking his view. Theirs eyes locked.
"Master, you were alright!"
Orphen didn't even look back to reply.
"Thought I was a goner for a sec there. And who should thank for it? This little midget?"
"Yes… this little midget."
Killiranshelo could barely constrain his laughter. The man shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows raised. Eyes glittered from through the mask's slits.
Killiranshelo moved.
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"I waltz, citadel of the sky."
A short incantation, and a shorter delay. He blurred out of view, transporting instantly in front of the man's nose.
"Instant transportation- How?!"
He ignored the man's shocked outburst.
"Surprise is all and well, but unrest, is a weakness."
He reached out, towards the face that he knew so well, that he wanted to shred to pieces, and placed a finger on his forehead. Right in the centre.
'bang!'
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Orphen jumped back in an instant. Majic could see the lights fading from the masked boy's two eyes. Not closed. Majic vaguely guessed. 'Seeing' eyes had changed to 'Hunting' eyes.
As if to prove the point, the boy stood absolutely still, only moving his lips-
"I burst, thy crystal dipper-."
Clang! Sound erupted in space.
At that moment, Not only Orphen's but Majic's body too were flying through the air.
"Damn!"
"Uhuaaaahuaaaaak!!"
Screaming their own respective screams, the team were thrown back several metres and dumped on the ground. Not taking off his gaze from the boy and a dumbfounded Cleo, Majic staggered up.
"……"
The masked boy stared down at his hands, and murmured.
"So Magic doesn't work against Dragons… as I thought."
He must have meant to blow away Cleo as well. But Leki had blocked that magic. Grunting in pain, Orphen stood up from a little behind Majic.
"Damn it…"
Swearing.
Then tap tap tap, Cleo ran past Majic to Orphen. Looking into Orphen's face,
"A, Are you alright, Orphen? Your wound… shouldn't you ask Leki for treatment?"
"No… it's just a scratch. Never mind that. Don't let the mutt's attention stray from the midget for an instant."
Orphen instructed in a quiet voice, pointing at the boy with his chin. Majic too turned to his direction and asked.
"What do you mean?"
Orphen kept his answer short, to the point.
"The strongest here, now, is this black bundle of fur."
Tapping Leki's head lightly, Orphen spoke. Leki tapped up with his nose, in tune.
"Ha…"
"The second strongest is him."
With that, Orphen lowered his waist a little, positioning against the boy. Cleo gasped loudly.
"What are you talking about, Orphen?!"
"Cleo won't know, but Majic, you should. For some insane reason, that midget's magic is… several clouds above me."
Most people who can manipulate what we call magic – no matter how small, can 'see' the magical construction that is laid out in space. One could measure and grade the opponent's level from the precision and minuteness of that construction.
Of course, from Majic's point of view both the boy's magical construction and Orphen's construction were too too far beyond him, from a different world entirely, to compare and make judgment.
(Well if he says so himself, than it must be right…)
Glancing back and forth between his master and the boy, Majic concluded. But-
"That description doesn't quite fit…"
The boy's murmur was full of reserve.
"YOU, are weaker than ME. It won't make sense to muddle the order about."
"……?"
Majic frowned in incomprehension. A glance told him that Orphen felt the same way.
Orphen got up, breathing heavily with his hands clutching his stomach. Various burns and bruises covered his whole body.
"Instant transportation… Where did you learn that?"
Orphen asked, slowly. The boy did not answer. He kept his silence, with his face covered by a mask and eyes covered by a shadow.
Orphen shouted out in irritation.
"That uses an inimitable construction. A unique construction my master himself weaved! Never revealed to an ordinary magician… Even the 13 angels cannot use that!"
"I know. The prized top secret spell of the Tower of Fang, even beyond the reach of the court magicians. As dangerous as it is useful, but…"
Then the boy shrugged carelessly.
"I can use it. I can even use it better than you. No… sorry, my mistake. YOU are WORSE than me in using it."
"What the fuck are you-."
"Yup, shouldn't have dwelled on it so much. I've got a much more important agenda after all."
The boy suddenly lifted up his finger. Pointing one by one, at Majic… then Cleo.
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"It just occurred to me. I was only going to give you a warning this morning, as per order. But I didn't realise that you had another important matter with you."
"Warning… so it WAS you!"
The look on the man's face was absolutely hilarious. Killiranshelo could have laughed at the man's twisted fury. Instead, he nodded, proudly.
"Yup. That, and the fact that you need to be alone. Like me. So, I think I'll just stab the two in the way."
The fury was erased off his face like chalk marks on blackboard.
"…What… for."
The man asked, sweating hard. His question was a wringed cry.
At last, a serious attitude. Killiranshelo smirked from under his mask.
The man's student must have been frightened by the implication in his master's tone. He stepped back in fright, stepping on the girl's toes on the way. She threw a punch at him from the back. Smiling, Killiranshelo replied.
"Because its 'Her' order. It's her wish to turn you back to what you were. You can't go against her wishes, anymore than I can. So I advise you to just give up and follow."
The man did not reply. Moving ever so slightly to adjust the distance between them, he kept a poker face. Killiranshelo was mildly amused.
From the back, the boy nervously broke the tension, curiosity getting the better of him. He whispered to the girl in a hushed tone.
"Um, what's a 'stab'?"
The girl answered straight away, in a rigid tone.
"Stabbing from behind… It signifies assassination."
The boy screamed out for the man in horror. He must have been listening to that conversation too. The man shouted sharply.
"Stay close to Leki! Don't wonder off from Cleo!"
And he ran. With unbelievable speed, he ran to Killiranshelo, a small flicker of his arms, aiming straight for his enemy's eye.
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The stabber's movement was even slighter. A slight pull of the shoulders allowed evasion of Orphen, and another pushed that shoulder softly into Orphen's sternum.
Only a harmless push.
But as that thought occurred, Orphen was already cart wheeling through the air and crashing violently into the ground. As if he was rattled around by a reverse gravity spell, Orphen coughed violently from the ground, as if to spurt out blood. Desperately he rolled back, retreating from the stabber's feet.
The stabber opened his mouth.
"I'm surprised. Didn't think the difference in strength would be this great. You're really going to make me work, aren't you?"
"Damn it!"
Orphen stood up, a few feets from the stabber. Suddenly Cleo screamed from behind Majic.
"Leki! I don't care how, take care of him!"
It was a vague – perhaps too vague a – command, but Leki must have interpreted 'take care of' as he liked.
Blinding white fire engulfed the stabber's body.
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The fire column rose over 5, 6m tall, as if competing with the fire still rampaging over the ranger's cabin. Killiranshelo smiled. From inside the blinding fire, he spoke out clearly.
"Stupid. I was waiting for this. Even a dragon cannot-"
And with that he stretched out his hands. Through the fire, his aiming deadly accurate.
"-cannot do two things at once. In this case, it would be attacking and defending."
"Stop i-t---!!!"
It was neither the boy's, nor the girl's, but the man's scream.
But he did not stop.
"I emanate-"
The girl screamed.
"Leki! Block-"
Too late. The boy's start on a shield was also far too slow.
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'Stab' complete.
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Cleo was choking back her sobs. Majic dazedly lifted up his head from the ground, the same position Orphen was in.
Right next to them – only a meter off – laid a devastated path of destruction, as if scorched off by a wide birth of lazor.
The Magic missed.
"…In other words…"
As if reading Majic's mind, the stabber spoke.
"You can not attack and block at once."
"……?!"
It must have been because of Leki's magic. The Stabber's mask was crumbling off as ashes in the wind. Black hair, aloof expression on a boyish face. Eyes cold, yet innocent. Clothes too had been engulfed in that flame, and Cleo shrieked at the boy's nakedness. But the body itself – even the fine body hairs – had not been harmed in any way at all. That must mean that he'd blocked Leki's magic…
'But how did he miss…?'
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Killiranshelo did not turn. He could feel the dagger, small and nimble yet firmly wedged in his shoulder. Calmly he looked around, looking for his attacker. Eventually he fixed his gaze over the boy's head, deep into the forest.
"You didn't have to follow me all the way out to here, you know."
Killiranshelo couldn't help the reproving tone in his voice. In truth, he felt a little betrayed.
"I didn't… chase you here. I came to welcome Him."
Then his attacker walked out from the bushes. A tall woman, with an air of composure around her. Her glassy – but alert – eyes stared straight into his. Killiranshelo sighed at his second sister's appearance.
"Well, guess even I would be disadvantaged against two Childman classmen…"
Letisha didn't respond, merely striding up to the boy's side and patted him on the head.
"Leave. I will receive Killiranshelo."
Killiranshelo tisked, mouthing a silent 'and pleased to see you too, sis.' He shifted his gaze towards the crumbled man.
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It was as if he wasn't even there.
With his mouth gaping open, Orphen stared at him. At nothing.
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Killiranshelo couldn't help the savage smirk rising up to his lips.
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"Lethisha Mclady, of the Tower of Fang. I believe this is the first time I'm having the pleasure of meeting your acquaintance."
He turned back at Tish, gazing at the Dragon pendent in her hands with distaste.
"I didn't know you got 'pleasure' out of throwing knives around, Tish."
With that, he daftly plucked the knife out from its bloody entrance, and quickly chanted. The wound healed cleanly, leaving no trace.
"And you've known me for a looooooong time - don't deny that."
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Betrayal? Silly. Tish didn't really matter. Not really. The only thing that mattered was…
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Killiranshelo's eyes glazed over. He stroked his bare chest, as if he was brushing off dust from his robe.
He turned without hesitation.
"Don't follow."
Whispered. Leaving with his back turned on them, he continued.
"If you follow… you know what will happen."
He could still feel Orphen's disbelieving stare on his back. Trembling.
"I will kill."
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Killiranshelo walked away, each steady step leading him further away from the chaos that erupted behind in his wake.
From His aghast stare.
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"Oh God…"
A moan.
"Oh God… This is a dream… That face-, that-"
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Which makes you wonder, just WHAT has Orphen been through for his face to change from an innocent boy to a wicked, slit-eyed madman??? --;;
Sorry about the long rest, to anybody who's been waiting. (anybody? --; hm) Um, I translated the spells very vaguely. If anyone can suggest better translations, I'll happily accept.