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Maya, surpised that her attack actually hit, backed up a bit and also got into an attack stance. She raised her fists to out in front of her chests, and stared. Her glowing fists reflected malevolently in her eyes. "Come and get me." She growled. She didn't actually want to harm Enki. Maya liked Enki and wanted to keep him as a friend. However, this was a fight, and she refused to lose a fight. Especially ones she started.
Enki narrowed his eyes, and leaned for a little before flying towards Maya at a fast speed. When he got close enough he turned, and circled around her repeatedly, letting his flames contain her in a cone of heat.
She ducked down to protect herself, but quickly found it of no use. Maya felt herself being trapped inside the tornado heat. "Don't go easy on me, now." She huffed, before extending her arm and reaching for Enki's leg at a perfectly timed moment, her hands still packing an acidic punch.
Enki stopped in mid-air when his leg was caught. "You've asked for it." He said, aiming his palm at Maya and charging his flaming beam attack that he used in the Gaze. His eyes showed no hint of mercy anymore.
Maya pulled herself onto Enki, using him as something to climb on. Her intention was to make him unbalanced, and, with every grasp of his clothing she made, a fairly decent amount of burning liquid was left clinging. Maybe this was a bad choice?! She thought, trying to keep balance.
This made Enki's aim wonky. He fired the fiery beam, missing Maya completely, and it traveled up the wall onto the ceiling, leaving behind a large rip in the wall. After the attack, Enki fell back, unable to fly because of Maya's sudden kitten cling, which by realization, hurt like hell.
At JD's comment, Eos puffed out her cheeks and pouted her lips. Crossing her arms and looking away in a huff she began tapping her foot under the table. But was she upset at him for saying it? Or upset because the statement was true? Either way, she was pushed into an even crummier state after that.
And unfortunately for the new arrival, David - and anyone else at the table, she mentally checked herself out, pretending to be very interested in her cinnamon bun and hot milky tea.
When Maya invited her to join the others in the training room, Eos just gave her a large peppy smile. "I would, but it's getting pretty late... and I was up really early this morning." She let out a small yawn and stayed behind as they left the restaurant.
And so Eos sat, alone with her teacup in hand, spinning a finger around it's rim. It's not like I want to be a mope. I just don't feel the same as I usually do. I can't help the fact I'm scared, worried and confused. Maybe if I had told him the events that happened this morning he would understand how emotional of a day it had been.
Not only was she tossed to her death this morning, but the heart of her new found friend group was being tossed in what sounded like prison and to top it off, her first boyfriend is off who knows where fighting who knows what and it was impossible to know if he was safe. Oh, how she prayed he was safe.
It was a long and tiring day, and her head felt like exploding. It was then a waitress came over and explained that they would be closing soon. Her honey colored eyes came back to life as she gasped, "My apologies! I'll be on my way..."
She slid out of the booth and walked outside, taking in the crisp, cool night air. A faint wind blew about her short blonde locks, swirling the strands of hair with the red ribbon that was tied within.
It seemed as though the best decision was to walk back to Sorcerers. But something inside her kept her from returning back to her room - instead choosing to walk in the opposite direction with no destination in mind. Maybe if she really got a chance to clear her head, she would start feeling like herself again. A part of her wanted to go back and bother JD, knock on his door and force him to let her sleep in his room tonight - maybe talk about funny stories for a while. But the odds weren't playing in her favor, so why risk it?
She stuffed her hands in the military style coat that came with her new drab school uniform. The darkness around her illuminated by the stone around her neck glowing once again - absorbing her negative emotions and thriving from them.
No good, I'm stuck! David braced himself for the hit that was coming in on his stomach, and took it. It didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would, and he wondered what he could do to escape this thing's grasp. He thought back to his past fights, thinking about any fights similar to this one. He remembered one thing someone taught him long ago, what was it again?... Ah! David took his free hand, and made a few strange gestures with it. What was he doing? Before he knew it, the chains broke, and he managed to slip out of the things grasp. He got a good distance away, and turned back to assess the situation at hand. "Geez, what ever happened to good old hand to hand combat?"
Meanwhile, Silver had been simply observing Voltaire fight. It was fascinating to her, and she was paying very close attention. She heard a noise behind her, only to see Montesque walking towards her. He seemed to still be weak, so she went to help him. "What are you doing? You should have stayed back there," she huffed.
Maya pounced on top of Enki triumphantly. She had both arms firmly placed on his shoulders, her hands still producing acid as they burned through his clothing. "I'll stop the burning if you give up." She said, almost playfully. Somewhere inside of her, it was painful to see Enki hurt. Her feelings were surpressed by her near-insanity.
Seraph opened his eye's and the cloud evaporated. All he could do was smile and start to clap. "hahaha...well done David, even without magic you are a worthy opponent." His eyes returned to normal. "You have two wounds. One on your shoulder, and a 6inch blade stuck into your stomach, I could not ask for you to push yourself anymore for a good time training." He brushed his hair back and walked up to David. "You fought well, when you are all healed up, I will fight you with honor...your way, with our hands." He said all this with a honest smile and stuck out his hand for a hand shake.
"Hmmm..? Montesque? You're alright?" He quickly turned back around to see Venciersio charging faster than what he has before. He looked prepared to fight, he skidded midway and started his onslaught on Volitaire. He punched around Volitaire's arms, and upper body. "What is he aiming to do?" Volitarie blocked them with his sword, it was a easier task with the length of his blade increased. Venciersio changed to a roundhouse around Volitaire's head, he ducked it and Venciersio flew over Volitaire's body. He started his punches again, a shadow copy of Volitaire blocked the hits accordingly while the real one regained posture. Volitaire's shadow turned into dozens of tendrils and lashed at Venciersio, he shielded himself and the tendrils bent at impact. Volitaire tried to spot a black hole somewhere on his shield. With it getting darker it was harder to notice. It was the middle of night, this would give Volitaire a handicap. But at the same time, his own shadows may be harder to see. After Venciersio let down his shield, he twisted his hand and a cyclone whirled around Volitaire, spinning him around at fast revolutions. Venciersio cloaked his right fist and punched Volitaire in his stomach. The cyclone blew away and so did Volitaire. While midair Volitaire coiled his chains into the ground, he pulled forward and launched himself at Venciersio. He opened his right palm, the runes rotating reacted and his black clawed fingers jutted forward. With his cloaked hand, Venciersio threw his hand forward, their palms clashed and a shock wave broke through the ground.
"I had to at least see if you were alri- ...what happened to Volitaire? He changed shape completely! And he's actually on par with Venciersio? Please, Silver..inform me." He was limp and hunched over holding his wounds. His face turned from the fight to Silver, back to back.
David looked down at his stomach and realized he did get stabbed. "Huh, it appears I am injured!" All he remembered feeling was the impact, not the actual blade. He pulled it out, tossing it to the ground, and held the wound. "Eh, could have been worse." David frowned. He needed to practice a bit more if he wanted to go up against Seraph and survive. He looked back to Maya and Enki, who appeared to have been in a fight as well.
"I'm not actually sure what happened.." Her voice trailed off as her eyes went back to Voltaire and Venciersio. "..But I have a feeling he's going to win. Please, sit down. You shouldn't push yourself, and this might take a while." Silver frowned. She hoped it wouldn't last longer than it needed to.
Marcus watched as the students' fights continued with amusement, absolutely amazed by their skills. David's speed and combat expertise, Maya's ability to attack with opportunity, Seraph's illusions and calmness, and Enki's power and...the fact he tore a hole along the wall and ceiling. "I really hope that doesn't come out of my paycheck." He grimaced looking at the debris collecting on the floor. With a sigh, he returned his gaze towards the battle royale at hand watching as Seraph 'finished off' David. "His skills are quite a bit better than I had thought. He may just be a challenge." With that in mind, he set his eyes on Maya and Enki. Maya seemed to have the upper hand in this contest, with her firm grasp on Enki's legs, literally weighing him down. Knowing the fight would soon be won, he discreetly took a sip from his flask to prepare for his 'turn'.
"I hope you will be okay, lets go to the side and let these two duke it out, im in the mood to watch a good fight."Seraph walked over to his coat that he had left on the floor, picked it up and swung it over himself. He stood against the wall, watching carefully at Maya and Enki's fight. This will give me time to relax and watch their moves, study them. I wonder if the man watching us will proove to be a challenge...He stood beside Marcus and started to watch the fight.
Their hands pushed back and forth, the struggle between them was nearly tied. Volitaire pressed his feet firmly into the ground and kept pushing, Venciersio, with a smug look kept pushing him back. Venciersio's physical strength exceeded Volitaire's. "He can't push me back in this struggle!" His ring rushed with a red fire spewing out, his runes got bigger, and his hand arcing black aura around the rings fire. The added push overwhelmed Venciersio and pummeled him into the ground, it broken and blew apart at the force. The rings fire flared into the sky and so did his aura. Venciersio's mouth gaped open at the blow, blood pour out from a hard cough. Seeing his face uo close made Volitaire blood boil, he shouted out in anger and opened his palm further. The runes rotated faster and a white and black ball arced wildly in Volitaire's hand. His teeth gritted and his frown tightened. The ball exploded in a black and white beam, the area ripped apart around them, a distortion ripple surrounded the beam while the black aura shot down, forming a crater under Venciersio. The crevice walls they were in began to break apart and fall.
"What's going on down there!?" The wild energies rising from the crevice startled Montesque, the crumbling walls added to it. "We have to help Volitaire! Those rocks will crush him!" He rushed to get up only to be slowed down by his wounds. Despite all his pain he forced himself over o the crevice to help.
David looked around, only to notice Marcus not too far away. He smiled and waved at him. "Hiya, Mr. Tormod. You don't happen to have a bandaid on you, do you?" He asked as he pointed to his stab wound.
Silver thought of something as she watched Montesque run to try to help Voltaire, despite his injuries. She walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder to stop him. "He'll be fine.. Why don't you answer some questions I have? Such as, who really is my father?" She remembered he was around when all of that happened, and he would know just as well as Venciersio. He didn't tell her before, but maybe he would now. "You should tell me everything you know." Her face became serious, and her grip on his shoulder tightened a bit.
Enki smiled at Maya's demands for surrender. "I've trained with Sky a lot when I was little, there's no way i'll lose to you." He said, opening his hands up and blasting beams of fire out of both of his hands at Maya.
He blinked coming out of his fixated trance and waved back to David, noticing the gash in his stomach. "Oh my..." Marcus pulled back a bit before ushering him to the sidelines and pulling a small first-aid kit from his coat pocket. "I knew this would come in handy." He smiled reassuringly snapping a pair of latex gloves onto his hands and pulling some gauze out of the pouch. "Now, not to sound creepy or anything, but you're going to have to lift your shirt up, or take it off, so I can tend to the wound. It looks pretty deep, but it should be fine. I may not be a doctor or medical magician, but I know a thing or two about these kinds of injuries." Pulling the collar back of his shirt, he revealed a bright red scar running along his collar bone, it was apparent that there had been some stitching there. "I had to treat this myself..."
Seraph walked over to Marcus in a calm manner."Terribly sorry about the stab wound...Is it mendable?" Seraph looked straight at Marcus as if he was interrogating someone. Not knowing much about him, all he knew was that he was a teacher at the school, Seraph was new to this area and didnt trust anyone but himself."If you don't mind, I am new to this area. and this school..Seraph Ulaerc is my name. Might I have the honor in knowing your's?" He stared directly at Marcus, with a serious facial expression.
He looked down at the falling rocks, but he saw how much power Volitaire suddenly gained. "Fine..." He turned towards her and looked down, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Do you remember the Gaze? A man, who is of Godlike stature and complete and total evil. He governs the world, but plans to eradicate all forms of Magic for humans. He fears we're becoming too powerful, and he used a human, your mother, to create a human who he could easily brainwash and use your ability of wielding magic to help further his ideal. His name is Darkness, and soon we'll all be facing him. Volitaire included..."
Down in the crevice Volitaire's ring settled and his spell was finished. Rocks still fell down around them, crashing into the ground. Volitaire panted after using so much power at once. He hadn't got used to this new form yet. Venciersio was damaged all over, his clothes torn, body ravaged and bloody...all after one close up blow. All of Volitaire's anger and sorrow was put into it, his final blow. Venciersio layed there, coughing and looking up at the night sky. The moon was clipping through clouds that circled around it. He chuckled, in his raspy voice. "I got careless...I took you for granted, even in your greatest power." He was cut off by another hard cough. "All this..dust and debris is getting into my lungs. I guess you want me to say some sappy life story full of regrets...I have none. I served my self purpose, I knew that this game would come to it's end with me looking into the face of the man or woman who puts me down. Ironic...my quest for knowledge began with your family, and their offspring, the one that got away...brought my quest to an end. Shame, to be beaten by a child." Volitaire looked down upon him, his suit jacket waved in the breeze with the night calmed from all the chaos. "It was knowledge...knowledge and power? You took countless people's lives for your own greed? What were you even after that was so important to go around taking the lives other mages and robbing them of their tomes!? You killed everyone I had before I could really start a life with them. I was only 4, beginning my basics and you come and take them all away! For what!? You took Silver's mother away, and her father. You even threw her out! What's your reason behind that!? None of it makes sense!" He found himself tearing up again, wiping his face as he continued to vent. "Look at me..I'm yelling at a dying man. It doesn't matter...I won't finish you. I'll let you rot here. For all I know a falling boulder might come and crush you and do my job for me." He turned and walked away, the runes around his hand vanished. He flapped his wings and darted up out of the crevice and to Montesque and Silver. He looked over his shoulder and could see Venciersio laying in the rubble... "Are you okay, you two?" His voice was still a bit shaken. He took big breathes and returned to normal. From doing so he felt drained, but he couldn't feel himself greatly weakened by the Virus. He just simply felt tired.
David stared at his scar. "Whoa, that's intense." In realty, David knew how to treat a wound, but he didn't have to go to extreme measures to fix himself this time considering he was around others who didn't want him to die. At least he hoped they didn't. He nodded, taking his shirt off and throwing it to the side, revealing how built he really was. He wiped his hand underneath the wound, trying to prevent his blood from dripping all over the floor. He frowned. "Whenever you're ready, doc." He glanced up to Seraph who was standing nearby. "Hey, it's no problem. It would have happened one way or another. And it's not even that bad."
Darkness... Silver wasn't sure what to say. That was the same man who posessed Enki, the same evil man who attacked them. And the only reason she existed was to help him.. A puppet. Silver looked to Voltaire who just arrived, but didn't say anything. It couldn't be true, she couldn't be the spawn of evil himself. She thought back to many of the times she had shown no mercy to her enemies, almost finding amusement in killing. Was the reason for that the fact of the blood that ran through her veins?..
"..Can we leave now?"
Maya had uncomfortably leaned back to avoid Enki, using up all of her stored flexibility in one quick motion. He definitely wasn't as endearing as she thought. As she jumped up and dashed to a safe area a few meters away, two minions formed behind her, floating, and blindingly bright. She turned around on her heel and smiled, quickly glancing at the bystanders. For a second, she was distracted by David.
As he began to tend to David's wound, disinfecting the area and applying pressure to stop the bleeding, his eyes met Seraph's. For a short awkward moment Marcus said nothing, picking up on the raven haired boy's distrust and his catechizing demeanor. It made him uneasy, but he broke the silence with a chuckle, "Nothing too serious, thankfully. I've seen worse in my days, back teaching in North America. Happens every time students fight. Sadly, it is going to scar, but it's just something to show off to the ladies!" He laughed genuinely before returning to a more serious tone. "This is going to require some stitching though. Luckily, it missed your vital organs and arteries, so no cauterizing is needed. This will hurt a bit, but bare with me. It will be over before you know it." He pulled a suture out of his kit and began to close up the wound before answering the boy's other inquiry."Nice to meet you Seraph, those are some pretty amazing skills you have," he said solemnly, focused on the injury, "my name is Marcus Tormod, I'll be teaching the 'Mental Abilities' class in a few days. I would shake your hand but..." he nodded towards the gash in David's stomach, but offered a welcoming smile in lieu of a handshake. Their eyes met again briefly.
Volitaire nodded. Montesque. Is it possible for you to send us back one more time? You can rest in my bunker with Artizle." Montesque nodded, but his face was still to Silver. "I'll take you to the front of Sorcerers." Volitaire grinned wearily at Montesque. "Thank you..." Volitaire looked over and saw one of Silvers crushed blades. "Wait! Before we go!" Volitaire jogged over to pick up Silver's swords. The other one was still in good shape. He walked back over looking a little upset at the broken one. "I'm sorry Silver...I don't know how to fix it." Montesque took the blade, it was shrouded in blue light and slowly regained its old shape. "Good as new...now I think we should respect Silver's wishes and get going. I don't want to be stuck around here either." Volitaire nodded as there were taken back into the Temporal rift, and warped back to Sorcerers. Volitaire looked at the lamp posts and around the courtyard. His wounds hurt, and he was getting even more tired standing around. "Thirteen years...confused, angry, resentful...and just like that it's all over. Why was that so quick..." He looked into the windows of the school, hoping he could catch a glimpse of his friends inside, but he didn't see any. "Must be asleep..well, lets go Monte, we need to rest..goodnight, Silver. I'm sorry I couldn't get your answers for you. I..broke my promise." Volitaire looked down in shame. "Don't worry..I have the answers she needs. Lets get to the bunker." The two began walking into the forest, slowly but steadily. They couldn't pick up the pace because of their sore bodies. Volitaire helped Montesque up when he began to fell, he turned and waved at Silver once last time as they walked down and out the courtyard of Sorcerers.
"I am glad to hear that David will make a full recovery. My attacks were done on purpose, so damage was done but still avoiding death." Calmly but intrigued Seraph said. "Ahh, mental abilities, I will be very eager to know what kind of strength you have, I will definatley be looking forward to be taught by you...As well as get the chance to spar with you." His eyes brightened and a small smirk was added. "Right now although I am eager to find out the victor for the other battle taking place." He went serious and dead silent.
Enki stood up and got back into his battle stance. "Maya, i'm taking it easy on you, if you didn't notice.. I can't inflict the same damage to you that I did in the Gaze." He admitted. His eyes were squinting due to the entities of light behind Maya. It made her hard to see. "I'm sorry for holding back, but I can't hit you."
What, he can't hit her? Although I myself didn't go full out I still hit my target...why can't he? Seraph seemed very unsure and angry. He reached into his jacket and held his dagger firmly. "Come on Enki...show us what you are made of. I am sure Maya would like to see you try so she can fully understand how much she has to improve, how can someone improve if others always go easy?" Seraph was very angry and serious at this point.
Maya's 'lights' extinguished themselves, first drifting to the ground, and then melting away, the acid burning holes where they died. Maya's arms were crossed, and she seemed frustrated. "A short battle that was. I can't fight you if it's not fair." She stood, staring at Enki.
Seraph ran his fingers through his hair. I do not understand his intentions...nor do I understand why he cant help her by actually fighting. Seraph proceeded to clap. "Well fought, especially you Maya...extremely well done." Seraph said with a calm voice but reassuring.
"I'm too dangerous for my own good." Enki told Seraph. "It's getting late, if I were to unleash what I have, it would take the entire school apart." Enki's flames disappeared, and he let out a long sigh.