12:58 PM

Abicus bounced down a suspiciously deserted street like nobody's business.

(Hmm, this street is suspiciously deserted as I bounce down it like nobody's business.)

See? What'd I tell you?

He would receive an answer to his implied question in the form of a large mob of teenage students with green arm bands on the right sleeves of their shirts wielding riot shields and long, metal four headed spears.

(Oh. That's why.)

A second year girl with short brown hair and peach colored skin stepped forward with a megaphone.

"Halt!" she shouted. "In the name of Judgement, Abicus you are under arrest!"

(The hell does she know my name?)

Abicus kicked off his left foot and glided across the ground at high speed. He raised his wand.

"Misdirection," he says with no hint of enthusiasm.

In spite of being armed with riot shields that could protect a blow from an armored suit, Abicus plowed right through a path of students. They flew helplessly to the sides, smacking either the walls or windows of the adjacent buildings or landing on the sidewalk.

(Fucking Christ, they're sending children after me? Are they that desperate? What the fuck is wrong with this universe? I may be a pervert who specializes in stealing panties in broad daylight but I draw the line at fighting minors.)

Abicus turned around and saw the remaining Judgement members running after him. He kicked off on his right foot, making the impossible to breach gap even more impossible to breach. He made a right turn into a sidewalk.

(You know, unless they really, really piss me off.)

He dashed along the sidewalk, closing the gaps of four blocks in about two minutes.

Hey, let's add some variety to this.

Abicus turned into a deserted alley. He looked back at the street behind him.

(I'd doubt they'd check alleys as thoroughly as streets. Plus, I'd cover more ground like this anyway. And- hey, that's a fine ass-oof!)

"Argh!"

Abicus fell back on his back with his legs in the air. His hat slide to his face as the back of his head hits the pavement. He groaned in pain while rubbing his stomach.

(Goddammit, what is it with me and running into people today?)

"Owwww, my head…"

A spiky haired high school student sat on his rear while rubbing his scalp with his right hand.

"Hey ass hat," Abicus bitterly said as he sat up with his hat still covering his face, defying zero gravity. He slid the hat to the top of his head with his wand. "Watch where you're fucking walking."

"How about you follow your own advice?" the boy snapped back without looking at him.

"Kami-yan?" a voice projected out of a black cell phone in front of the boy. "You okay? What happened?"

Abicus stood up and massaged his neck with his right hand. The boy looked at him for a moment as he cleaned his suit of any dust by tapping it with his wand. Without looking away, he crawled over to the phone and picked it up. He paused for a moment before speaking into the phone.

"Tsuchimikado?" he finally said while keeping his eyes glued onto the mildly curious magician. "Can you tell me again how close I am to those saws?"

Abicus squinted. The boy had his full attention.

"Right in front of you genius. Ah, I take it you found the wielder already, right? Well, go do your thing."

"Yeah."

The phone made a beeping noise as it is hung up. The spiky haired student looked at Abicus with a serious expression, much like the protagonist of a Western moments before a showdown with the antagonist.

"Alright, hand them over. Give me Oswald's Saws."