"Master," he hissed.
Force of habit.
"Oh, I'm hardly your master anymore. Isn't that right, Dark Ace?" She sneered. "You're working for a higher authority, aren't you?"
"I work for no one but myself."
She laughs, a cruel, high pitched sound. And then she claps her hands. The doors click shut.
Some people have sound activated lights. Cyclonis installed sound activated locks.
Talk about paranoid.
She advanced, hands in her cloak, as if rummaging for something. She pulls out a crystal. Something new.
It's small, slim, neat. Magenta. Shaped like an arrowhead...
Oh, hell no.
"Pretty little thing, isn't it?" She tossed it from hand to hand. "Oops. I meant to say, 'she'." She laughs again, and this time, it cuts into him.
He charges forward, sword raised. "You bitch! You little bi-"
She pulls out another stone, and before he can react, he's blasted across the room.
The floor is cold.
But his heart is colder still.