The younger grimm charged the masked man in front of them. Their screams and roars promising a slow death and destruction to whoever dared try to defy them.
Yet he stood unfazed, hands in his pocket, smirking at them as though his life wasn't in danger.
"Heat riser." Ren said. His body surrounded by pillars of green, purple, and red. The rays of light disappeared, and he took a stance, prepared for the incoming horde.
The juveniles didn't care what he did. They were only a few feet away from him, his body just a few seconds from being turned to ripped flesh. And when they finally reached him…
He vanished. Nowhere to be found.
The grimm ran through air, the man no longer standing in the spot he was in. Like a ghost he was no longer there.
Where had he gone?
They stopped the charge, their bodies clumsily colliding with each other. They aimlessly searched left and right, looking for where he had retreated to.
"Riot gun" they heard from above them. Their heads snapping up to where they heard the noise from. There above them was the masked man; upside down in the air, and his gun pointing at them as he pulled the trigger.
Then all hell broke loose.
Lightning shot out from the heavens above them like bullets, disintegrating anything in its path. Thunder roared from the skies, shaking the world beneath. It was if the gods had came down to exact vengeance against them.
The grimm could do nothing but scream. Their bodies taking the full brunt of the attack, and disappearing shortly after.
How pitiable.
Ren landed effortlessly on the ground, his grin growing even cockier than before. What was once a battalion of juvenile grimm now was black smoke. The land beneath destroyed by the skill he used.
"Too easy~." He taunted at the grimm, trying to get a rise out of them. A blade appeared on his right where the gun once was, only him to rest it on his shoulder, and taunt them his left hand. Waving at them to come at him, daring them to try.
The older grimm watched warily, unsure of what had just transpired. Some backed away in order to make some space between the smiling man and themselves. Others took the challenge presenting itself to them, charging forward once more just like their fallen comrades.
Ren's smirk grew larger at that. Pleased to know the grimm were just as big as a fool as he was.
A snowman dressed as a jester appeared behind him, dancing as though it was entertained by the grimm. "Concentrate." he said, a blue light surrounding him as Jack Frost danced.
The grimm were halfway from their mark, eager just like those before them. However, before they could even reach their destination…
"Mabufudyne." He whispered.
Winter decided to come early.
As if they were transported to the icy land of Atlas itself, the world froze over. A forest of ice emerged from the ground, freezing the grimm inside their trunks or impaling them when it formed beneath them. Those that survived the initial assault were frozen solid, the temperature well reaching below zero. A frozen forest had appeared, killing any trapped inside its embrace, freezing its victims for all eternity.
A fine spectacle a certain aspiring artist would have said.
But they are fated to perish.
The ice cracked and the trees waned. The forest and grimm shattered, their remains crashing into the ground. Frozen pieces of grimm and ice alike shattered, before being blow away by the wind, never to be seen again.
What was once a winter wonderland, was now an empty grave for the many grimm that had come.
They will never be missed.
The rest of the grimm were twitching now, unbelieving what they just witnessed. Twice had the man spoken, and twice had their ranks been annihilated. This person was powerful, and he wasn't using any dust to perform these feats.
What the hell was he?
The grimm hesistated, but before they could launch a the man decided to make his move. Appearing in front of the horde with his knife. The blade glowing, as if reveling in the destruction that was soon to come.
He slashed at them, his blade cutting through their bodies with ease and expertise. Their bodies fell one by one, littered with shallow and deep cuts. The grimm could only cry out in agony as their lives were stolen from their very eyes. The bodies piled up, almost never ending. Just how good was this man?
Making quick work of the monsters before him, Ren smirked at them. He laughed like a maniac, enjoying that they showed no resistance to his dance.
The grimm woke up from their shock, letting out war cries as the lashed out at him. They swiped, clawed, rammed, and bit at him, trying their best to remove a limb or two from their assailant. Some boarbatusks were even thrown by Ursai; their bodies making good projectiles it seemed.
But he dodged them all. Swerving left and right, dancing in between their attack as though he could see them a mile away. With style and grace, Ren avoided all oncoming attacks, narrowly letting them fly past his body like the wind. Never once being touched by their filthy bodies.
The creatures of darkness seemed to know when to stop. Forcing themselves to make some distance from him. They stared, wondering what in the world was he, for they were sure of one thing.
This guy wasn't a normal human. Nor was he a hunter.
This guy was a monster. One wearing the skin of a human.
It made their blood freeze.
They were knocked out of their thoughts when the man stopped moving. Blue flames and chains appeared around and behind him, the mask on disintegrating revealing his face to the world. The flames grew out of control until something appeared out of them.
A pale girl with blonde hair appeared from the fire, curtsying as she appeared before them. She wore a blue dress, a white ribbon wrapping around it which was tied to a bow behind her, so it wouldn't fall off. She twirled around before raising both arms in the air, happily crying out a command that the grimm could not resist.
"Die for me!" she yelled, laughing while she watched the world burned.
The grimm screamed in absolute terror.
The world before them warped and twisted into something of nightmares. They could only watch as hell came to reality; witnessing something oh so very terrifying.
The world sparkled.
It sparkled.
The world turned baby pink and baby orange, mysteriously surrounding them like air. The fore and background had twinkles of light, stars, and bubbles. The image burned into their heads as they couldn't even close their eyes to block out the nightmare.
And then they appeared.
Giant teddy bears shot out from nowhere, running towards the grimm with their arms wide open. Whatever grimm that got caught by them were given a spine crushing hug; one that would never be released no matter what. Some died from the pressure of the hug, their bodies exploding and limbs flying. Others survived the bear hug, and struggled to break free, but it only seemed to tighten the hold on them. Some of the grimm even died from the humiliation; it being too much to handle mentally.
They never noticed the dynamite strapped to the bear's backs.
They exploded. Body parts of toys and grimm alike flew into the air. Blood and stuffing filling the air, scattering across the ground before disappearing. The army was annihilated in one go, their death's by teddy bears never to be forgotten.
It was a massacre like no other. The only person left being the masked man in the plaza.
Silence permeated the air, never letting go of it until the man spoke.
"Too easy." He yawned. Bored by the fact the enemies before him hardly put up a fight.
He glanced over at the large building occupying all the citizens before walking towards it. Jumping over the gate that stood in his way. Morgana was nowhere to be seen so that mean he was inside, probably treating the injured.
He hoped he wasn't too late.
Ren was not too late.
Not too late at all.
He entered through the front door; it somehow being unlocked. He fully expected people to retreat from him in fear. He got a little too carried away, and because of it he had let out some of his stronger abilities.
What could he say, he was a show off at heart.
Anyways, instead of the people running off in fear as he had thought, he was instead flooded with people clamoring at him. They surrounded him, eyes sparkling, all the while yelling in praise.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"THAT WAS AMAZING!"
"THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
"CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!"
The sound of citizens filled the hall, the crowd only growing bigger as time went on. The citizens were ecstatic that the grimm haunting them were no more. However, before they could thank the man anymore he spoke.
"Enough."
And the hall went silent.
Pleased that they were done, he looked around for a certain feline, only for the cat to find him.
"Meow" it said, appearing from beneath the legs of a citizen in front of him. Making his way toward Ren before stopping to sit.
Pleased to know that his friend was fine, Ren picked up the cat despite it's vocal protests, laughing as he was pawed at.
"I assume you healed a majority of them?" Ren said. The tone of his voice suggesting he already knew the answer. The cat only nodded, not even giving him a vocal response, before jumping out of his hands. The citizens jumped out of the cat's way, not wanting to be jumped by the furball.
Before anyone else could speak, Ren yelled at the civilians. Issuing orders and instructions to them.
"Lock the doors and keep watch. Shoot any grimm that come towards the building. Barricade all possible entrances. If there are too many, scream for help. I'll come as soon as I'm finished."
The civilians nodded, remembering that they weren't out of the woods just yet. They had sent an emergency S.O.S by radio, hoping that the city of Vale had received it. They were on their own until help arrived however, meaning they weren't exactly safe.
Men and women holding fire arms took off to the window, setting themselves up and acting as the first line of defense. Others barricaded the doors with furniture, which had been blown away by the force of the lightning that struck earlier. Those who could fight armed themselves to the teeth; swords, spears, shields and kitchen knives in hand, ready to fight till the end in order to protect those deeper inside the building.
Satisfied with the preparation, Ren walked further into the building, Morgana leading the way. They walked to the end of the building where those who couldn't fight; elderly, injured, and children alike stayed. A door blocked their path, a room dedicated for the former. Ren opened the door with vigor, expecting the worst, but what he saw instead...
"KITTY!" the children screamed. Charging the cat that stood beside him. Morgana screaming for help, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as they squeezed, groped, and hugged him.
'Rest in peace' Ren thought, ignoring the cries for help in favor of looking inside the room.
The smell of blood and medical supplies filled space before him. The groans and moans of pain filling his ears. The occupants inside seemed to look at him all at the same time. Their eyes widening when they saw him, or rather the mask on his face.
"White Fang? What are they doing here?!"
"Everyone! hide!"
"We're going to die!"
'That's more like it' Ren thought, more familiar with the scorned looks than the ones of excitement from earlier. Raising his eyebrow, he wondered just who this 'White Fang' group was to cause this much fear. Shaking his head, he decided to banish the thought. Deciding to clear up the misunderstanding, he spoke; his voice loud and clear.
"I'm not part of the White Fang." Ren said, his voice monotone and bored. Before they could speak again, Ren opened his mouth first, letting his concerns and motives known to the occupants around him.
"Is there anyone in need of medical assistance?" He asked. His voice now taking a more serious tone, his eyes burning with concern. The occupants of the room shifted, not trusting him in the slightest of him. They stayed silent, amazingly so, before letting out their breaths. They needed all the help they could get.
"A woman got hurt coming here, last one to come inside I'm afraid. Poor girl was screaming for everyone to get here, helping anyone she could. She… A creep rammed her, she's lost consciousness since." A man explained to him. "Even when the cat healed her she was still pretty beaten up, her body is black and blue, and most of us think she's not going to make it…"
"Are there any others?" Ren asked. The man nodded, gesturing to the back of the room where the more wounded were being treated. Ren turned his body to face Morgana, who was in the death grip of the children, each of them fighting over who gets to play with him.
"Mona!" Ren called, snapping the cat out of his dilemma. Wiggling free from his prison, he ran to Ren, and explained the situation.
"Too many people came in at once, and I can only heal so many at a time. Having to use Mediarahan, Salvation, and Samerecarm all the time burned me out like crazy. You should've seen it! People fainted on the ground, others covered in cuts and burns... So many were injured I could barely keep up!" Morgana said, clearly frustrated at his inability.
"I managed to give her a recarm, but it was only at half strength… her body was bruised up beyond recognition when she came in… Poor girl." Morgana finished. Still scarred by the image of the battered female carried into the room. She somehow managing to survive for that long was a miracle on its own.
Understanding of Morgana's plight, he patted the feline on the head and nodded to the cat, mouthing a quick "Thank you" before walking to the corner where the injured were stationed.
The citizens could only stare at the man, unsure of what he was planning to do. Before Ren could reach the back someone grabbed his sleeve, stopping him and his advance. Turning around, a women with children at her feet stopped him. Her eyes hard and unrelenting.
"What do you plan on doing?" She said. Her eyes narrowing as she glared him down. As much as she trusted the cat, she didn't trust a man in a mask. Especially if he was affiliated with the now violent White Fang. If he was planning on killing or abducting anyone injured she would tackle him here and now.
She needed to make sure; for her and the others sake.
Ren didn't move an inch, only staring at the woman in front of him. He would wait as long as it would take, if it meant gaining so little trust for him to do something. The woman let go of him, but not before giving him a hard look, one that he responded by nodding at her. Ren continued to the back of the room, his steps calm and serene.
When he had reached the back, he took a look at everyone. The woman mentioned was beaten to a pulp. She was unconscious still, bandages wrapping her form, black and blue showing wherever she wasn't bandaged. Others were also present, sitting against the wall enduring the pain. Many wore impromptu splints for their arms and legs, others were covered in cuts and bruises. The smell of medical supplies and blood even stronger than ever.
Deciding that there was no time to waste, Ren summoned Ishtar into reality, blue flames surrounding the ethereal goddess of war and love. The citizens watching in awe at the divine being in front of them. The goddess seemed to regard them too, giving a couple of men a show as she winked at them, making them blush at the rather flirty attitude.
What a temptress.
"Salvation" he announced. Not holding back in the slightest. People were suffering, and if he had the power to help them then he would use it to the best of his abilities.
Ishtar heeding his command, she waved her arms in the air. Ribbons of light spread forth from her hands, going around the room as it healed anyone that sustained any damage.
Those that were in front of Ren received the blessing first, their cuts and bruises disappearing in an instant. The woman that was once unconscious awoke from her injures, gasping as she witnessed the light dance around her. She reached out to touch it, just disappearing as it was in her grasp.
The others that were once injured stared at their bodies. Broken arms and legs were no more, cuts and bruises healed in an instant, even the headaches of a few were relieved.
It was amazing. Both to witness and to feel.
Ishtar vanished from the world, returning within Ren. Satisfied with her work, Ren walked away from the back of the room, not batting an eye to any of the citizens, heading to the door ahead. He was about to walk out with Morgana in tow when someone called out to him.
"WAIT!" The now healed woman screamed, desperately trying to gain his attention. Standing at full height as she called him. Ren turned around, acknowledging her request, waiting for what she had to say.
"Who are you?" She asked, wanting to know her saviours name. She had regained consciousness, but instead of being an injured mess she was fine, better than she ever felt in her own lifetime. The masked man being the only odd one in the room, someone who just so happened to walk away from her and the others when they were healed.
She was sure it was him who did this. She needed to thank him, but she didn't know how. She would at least get his name.
"Call me Joker." Humoring the woman that had asked. "It's still unsafe at the moment; please get some rest." He finished. Leaving the room as the cat followed him, leaving them to wonder just who the masked man really was.
"Joker…" the woman whispered. Somewhat peeved that he gave her a nickname, not believing for a second that that was his real name.
The woman sighed, her vacation at her home town ruined, and almost dying from injuries didn't help. Oh well, at least she wasn't dead.
She was an esteemed news anchor and reporter, one known throughout Vale as it's news representative. Sure her job was dangerous every once in a while, but this was pushing it…
However, that didn't mean she didn't gain anything from this. Grabbing her scroll, which had somehow survived, she ran to the door ignoring the other's pleas for her to stay and get rest. Yeah right, not when such a huge scoop was in the making.
Smiling to herself, Lisa Lavender pushed past the doors, a determined look on her face. Wanting to get a photo of the hero, but not before she thanked him. She whispered the words aloud, reciting to herself what she wanted to say.
"Thank you… Joker."
Really...Thank you so much.
The grimm were no problem after that. Apparently learning something from the experience.
Don't mess with the masked man with red gloves. You will die.
Whenever he showed up they would run. It reminded Ren of his time in Shujin Academy actually; students avoiding him like the plague.
How fun that was.
It felt like an eternity, but dawn finally came. Soon the citizens walked onto the streets of the destroyed town. Homes and stores were destroyed, but they could be built again with some effort.
Lives were lost, but that was life in Remnant. They would endure, he was sure of it.
They always had.
Airships from Vale came flying, all ranging with their own purpose. Airships carrying medical supplies and health personnel, others carrying news reporters, and some even carrying civilians from what he could tell. The latter coming to see if their families had survived, mourning when they learned of their relatives deaths, rejoicing when reunited; all crying regardless.
And that's when they came.
He was still in his phantom thief outfit; it providing stealth and protection. He watched from the shadows as an airship came in, larger than all the rest. Out of it came people unlike anyone else, people who held themselves like warriors. Carrying various weapons of all shapes and sizes too.
Interested, Ren activated his third eye, blinking in pleasant surprise at what he saw.
So these were the people who had this 'aura'. How peculiar.
The grimm always gave off a red outline, meaning they were all strong and dangerous regardless. Regular people had no outline whatsoever similar to the civilians in his world. But these guys…
These guys were all over the place.
"That's a lot of colors" Ren said. Not knowing how else to put it. Purple, brown, black, green, orange, and more. It was like watching an episode of neo featherman, it was absolutely ridiculous. But despite the plethora of colors he noticed something.
The intensity and sizes varied. Greatly.
They had the same outline as an enemy does, but its size ranged varied. Some were the same old outline size, while others were larger and more noticeable. It was like comparing a fine liner to a marker. Some of their aura's were calm, yet others flickered like a flame.
"It looks like third eye can't effectively measure how strong people with aura actually are." He said as he finished observing them. He was about to turn it off, but he quickly saw someone who caught his eye.
Or rather, her aura.
Turning it off, Ren observed the woman who came out the bullhead last. She stood tall and seemed to have some sort of vibe to her. Body language that demanded respect, and green eyes sharp and analytical, he was reminded of Makoto, and just like Makoto it would seem best to not piss her off.
"She's strong." Ren noted. The aura she was giving off larger than anyone in the vicinity, and it was like a wildfire in terms of intensity. She was an anomaly, a seasoned huntress, he deduced. She had experience, and it showed visibly. He was about to walk away, but…
She stared at his direction, looking at something or someone; namely himself.
Quickly moving to another piece of cover, Ren started sweating a bit. 'Had she saw me?' he wondered in horror. Not too keen on having these super powered people on his tail, especially when he had no idea on their capabilities. He was at a disadvantage towards them. Not in terms of power but on information.
Glancing back at the woman, she was looking at where he had been, studying it. It seemed she didn't actually saw him, only sensing his presence; albeit slightly. Relief washed over him, his paranoia disappearing entirely. Ren moved along, his clothes turning to that of a normal civilian once more, walking out of the cover that he was behind.
'Time to meet up with Morgana' he thought to himself. The two rendezvousing at a place where they could gather as much information as they could, one where the two could go to without looking suspicious.
The public library.
Books are great after all.
And it was a good place to calm down. Especially from all the running they did.
Man was he tired. Maybe he could take a nap...
His stomach then wailed, protesting to his idea. Needing sustenance as he hadn't eaten since yesterday.
Blushing to himself, he looked around if anyone had heard him.
A lot of people it seemed. Many smiling at him, while the more obnoxious ones laughed at him.
How embarrassing.
Glancing at a café he was about to pass, opening just after a grimm attack, he walked in.
First, he needed food. For both him and Morgana.
He just hoped lien was like Japanese, or American currency. The two being the only denominations he was familiar with.
He wasn't paranoid. Just careful.
Really careful.
Do not judge.
Lisa Lavender ran to her news crew the moment they touched down. Hugging the staff she worked with for so long. They were happy she was okay, but a little freaked out that she could display this much emotion.
She was a little… stern before the incident. The new her kind of put them off a bit, but they welcomed the change regardeless. Glad to see that their news anchor was okay.
"What happened?" A journalist asked. Wondering how the town had survived till daybreak. When they heard about the attack it was 4 in the morning. Everyone at the head department scrambling to get a team to the town. When the place had finally come into view, everyone was tense, expecting no survivors.
So how did the residents look so scott-free of injuries, when the town looked like it was beaten to a pulp by a goliath?
Lisa looked at the new hire with fire in her eyes, grabbing his shoulders with both her hands. "Long story short, I got ran over by a creep, got revived by a cat or so I've been told, and then healed by a mask man. No, he is not part of the white fang, and yes, I do have eye witnesses. The whole town can vouch for me." She said to him, which extended to the crew. Before any could question her sanity, she threw her scroll at them, a video on it for all of them to see.
In the center was a man with a long knife in hand, slashing at an ursa major three times, killing the beast as it evaporated into nothing. Creeps charged him, but he flipped atop of them and ripped their masks off, ending their lives instantly. The camera then zoomed into he man's face, a bird like domino mask covering the top portion, but revealing his eyes. Furthermore, he had a cocky grin on his face the entire time, as if enjoying the action.
"I want everyone to interview some of the town folks while also notifying the head honcho in charge of the hunters. This guy not only single handily defended the town, but he did some crazy healing magic. It's crazy, but its true. Now get off your asses and get moving people!" She all but commanded. A message underneath her words that only they could see. Being with her for so long giving them insight on what she truly meant at time.
He saved my life, I want to thank him.
The news team ran off, notifying the hunters, while beginning their usual news cast routine. Lisa looked over at the plaza, ready to begin her own private interview with the town's residents before she noticed a certain famous huntswoman.
Glynda Goodwitch. Head mistress of Beacon academy in the flesh.
Familiar with the woman, having interviewed her a few times. Lisa walked towards her, glad to have seen the esteemed huntress.
She had one hell of a story to tell her about after all.
She just hoped she wasn't ignored like last time. Or that other time, or that one time, or…
She sighed, dreading at what was in store.
She could only hope she was given the time of day this time.
When the two had rendezvoused, they ate on the steps leading to the library. When they were done, they entered the abandoned library; it still intact after the attack. It was quite large, almost comparable to town hall really. Being two floors high with shelves of books that doubled over Ren's height, the two quickly realized it would be better to split up. Morgana turning into his true form in order to pick up the books he thought were useful.
They spent the first hour finding books about the history of remnant: it's people, culture, and technology. The pile stacked to the point that it was almost comedic. If it was anyone else, they would have died from the sheer thought of reading that many books.
For Ren though, it was heaven. Something he had learned to admire: his knowledge, gets, proficiency, kindness, and charm all increasing from learning what books had to offer.
They were truly a life saver, especially when he needed to bond with a person.
Ren only needed about two hours to finish the stack; the skills he learned from the speed-reading book saving him precious time. By the time they were done it was only noon.
"So this place has a species called 'Faunus'… No wonder I saw so many ears!" Morgana exclaimed. Shocked by the revelation. He thought that it was some kind of fashion trend, but when he thought about it more carefully it made sense. That woman he passed by today smelled too much like a cat to not actually be one…
"It also seems there is an animosity towards them, especially to the White Fang." Ren added on, displeased to know that hatred and racism was a prominent part of this worlds history. Adding to his disgust was the fact that the White Fang had turned violent, and just recently too. The book in his hands that he had read it from released only 3 years ago, by a man named Tukson if the name had anything to prove that is.
"The technological advances are amazing though. Transforming weapons and airships? I mean Atlas has robots! Robots!" Morgana continued, his eyes sparkling as though he had found a treasure once more. Ecstatic that this world had something so cool.
What could he say? Watching anime with Futaba changed him. Not that it was a bad thing at least.
Laughing at his companion's antics, he put his hands onto the cat's head before ruffling it. "That and the fact that everyone with Aura has an individual semblance. Igor was right when he said it was like a persona." Ren said, genuinely interested in such a thing. No wonder those hunters had varying colors around them. It was like a persona, just not manifested into a mythological or fiction being.
How intriguing.
"Dust is pretty much energy of elements in…well dust form, almost like those sets you made, wouldn't you agree?" Morgana snickered a smug smile on his face. True dust was impressive, but when it came down to it he knew Ren could make some more… Interesting objects if given the materials.
He wondered what Ren could make if he mixed the two…
But before Ren and Morgana could further think down that line, a somber look appeared on both of their faces. Similar thoughts running across their heads at the beasts they fought just last night.
"Grimm… their like shadows, but… even shadows have personality. These guys are just out to destroy anything made by human and faunus alike…" Morgana said. His thoughts similar to Ren's after all. They were beings of darkness, creatures that are drawn to negativity. Taking on the shape of animals yet built to destroy.
Where did they come from, and how were they made?
However, before they could theorise about the grimm, the doors to the library opened. Morgana yelped, changing to a cat, hoping to Igor that no one saw the change. Ren stood still, watching to see who had opened the doors.
Then she came in.
The same woman who he had noticed his presence from earlier, the same woman whos aura was like no one else's.
"Is anyone in here?" She asked. Looking for anyone that had been injured it seemed. How the hunter didn't think to check this large building first was beyond their comprehension.
"Is there something you need?" Ren called back, a book about the history of Hunters and Huntresses in his hand.
With the sound of heels clicking, she approached him. She looked serious, especially so with a riding crop in her hand, no doubt a weapon. She sized him up, looking at him, before noticing the large pile of books stacked at his right.
"That's quite the reading you've done for yourself, young man." She told him. Her face blank, yet underneath impressed by the amount of reading he was about to do.
"Actually, I just finished. That pile that you're staring at had been finished just a little while ago." Giving her a genuine smile, he made eye contact with her. "I'm Ren Amamiya, it's nice to meet you." Introducing himself to the woman in front of him. Giving his full attention to her.
"I am Glynda Goodwitch. But please, call me Glynda." She said, a small yet noticeable tug on her lips. Impressed that the young man before her had not been scared shitless by her presence alone.
Morgana gaped atop one of the shelves, unbelieving at the situation at hand. Letting out a breath at what was transpiring in front of him.
Well…
First impressions were important after all.
He just hoped it wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass.
But knowing their luck…
'Goddamnit Ren…' Morgana thought. Sulking as he saw the two make idle chit chat. Knowing full well that this was going to bite them in the ass.
He just knew it would. One day or another.
Just you watch.
