Scourge Twelve - Unfair

Scourge Twelve - Unfair

Scourge Twelve - Unfair

Nillo is, obviously, an experienced Joy mage. I guess he has to be if hes reached a higher rank in the Swinging Sabers hierarchy.

It probably shouldnt surprise me that he cuts the distance between us in a blink.

His face is twisted in a rictus grin, teeth showing even as his brows are drawn together. His fist shoots forwards with all the strength and speed lent to him by a powerful burst of wind magic.

Hes not holding back at all, and his fist will hit before my spells touch him.

Its really, really unfortunate for him that Ive practiced with Felix so much. I know what its like to fight a Joy mage.

His fist rams into my nose, and I squint as the impact starts to push my head back. Then I transfer the force of the blow down my spine and along my back leg. Its enough that I skid back a couple of centimetres, but thats all.

Theres a wonderfully satisfying crunch as something in his hand is squished in a way that has to be unpleasant, and I see Nillos eyes widen.

My own smile grows, and I know he can see it even in the shadow of my hood.

Disgust spells, designed to harden and paralyze, come zipping through the air all around us, all of them aiming to pass right where Nillo is standing.

He jumps back, twists and weaves, and overall proves that hes a talented fighter by dodging most of my spells. Some of those he cant avoid splash off of his greaves and vambraces, the magic dispersing harmlessly over the metal. But he cant avoid all of them.

Some land, slight blows in the cracks and joints that his armour doesnt cover. They probably dont hurt any more than a light smack.

Nillo stumbles back, then wobbles a little as one of his legs doesnt quite bend enough. He glances down while flexing his thigh. The wince hes wearing suggests that hes not pleased by the sudden difficulty in moving his own body.

The last of my dark bolts splatter into the ground with little puffs of kicked up sand, the spells spent.

I take a little half-step forward, returning to exactly where I was standing at the start of the fight.

Dark magic, huh, Nillo says. He wipes at his nose with a thumb. Tricky little girl, arent you?

I resist the urge to rub my own nose. He did punch me there, and while my magic negated the damage, it still feels a little ticklish.

I can do a lot more than that, I say. I bring my hands up, almost as if in prayer, then slide them apart. A spark snaps out between my hands. Its really, really hard for me to do this much, especially while still focusing on my Dark magic, and on another, proper spell that Im preparing.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Nillo jumped on the spot a few times, likely testing the limits on the effects of the spells I peppered him with. Theyll wear off, but not for another few minutes.

I dont have much of a gift when it comes to magics other than dark. I could beat this guy with that alone, but that wouldnt make the point I want to make. That despite being way younger than this jerk, and a girl--which he seems to think less of me for--I can still kick his butt a dozen ways over.

Well, Im impressed, two whole kinds of cultivation. You must have worked really hard to-- he stops mid-sentence and bursts forwards, his whole body twisting around to deliver a kick right into my side. Hes aiming to hit me with the leg thats hardened. Smart.

A second swing of a disk hits, and he flops onto his back.

Then the first disk lowers itself back down, edge poised over his throat.

Nillo squints at the disk, then sighs and lets his head fall back. The air around me pops and suddenly I can breathe again. I take in a deep, tasty breath of sweat-smelling air and almost giggle.

Incredible! the announcer says. I can tell that hes genuinely excited. Nillo must not be at the top of his game today!

I glare at him. Is he really going to make excuses for the idiot that I just beat?

So far the girls are three-for-three! What an impressive showing! Who will be next?

I stomp off back to my friends even as I undo the spells keeping my dark disks going and they come undone as two clouds of black smoke. Youre next, I tell Bianca. Do you, uh, know how to fight?

No, but I have a few techniques up my sleeves, she says. Nothing as impressive as you, Im afraid.

I grin. Just do your best, I say.

Felix and Esme congratulate me on my win, even as in the arena, Nillo is helped back to the sidelines, blinking all the while to get his vision back.

Bianca steps into the arena, and on the other side steps in... a boy.

He looks a bit scrawny, and is very wide-eyed.

On this side! The announcer begins. A new prospective member for the grand mercenary companies of Vizeda! A local with skills and brawn and cunning on his side! And on the other side, another of our shining ladies! Start!

No preamble? The people in the crowds betting reaches a fever pitch even as Bianca and the boy stand across from each other.

Bianca stares at him, entirely impassive, no emotion on her face. Im getting worried. No emotions isnt a great thing in a cultivation battle.

And then there are screams and grumbles as beer and wine flows out of a dozen cups and hovers closer to Bianca. It starts to spin around Bianca, a disk of liquid with her at its centre. She glares, just a little, and the air ignites.

A second disk forms, this one entirely made of ropy tendrils of fire that run counter to the watery disk, forming a shifting set of disks around her that waver around while staying in constant motion.

The boy shakes his head and turns around. Screw this, Im not joining nobody. I forfeit, he says while tossing his spear to the ground.

Bianca blinks, and the two rings waver before falling apart.

Well, that was easier than I expected, she says a moment before the crowd starts jeering and booing.

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