Chapter 14: Chapter 11 – Desperation

Cynthia's hands twitching as she starts to panic, her teeth digging deep into her lips as a stream of blood falls out onto the inside of her helmet

"Sir I believe you may be mistaken, we didn't intend to leave, merely catch a breath of fresh air."

Cynthia healing her lips, quickly explains to the man.

"Oh? So you didn't just use magic right in front of me?" The man's grin progressively increasing as time passes.

That confirms it, Cynthia concludes, understanding what must be done, reaches into her Dimensional Pouch and grabs out unimportant records that were unnecessary and chucks it at the man.

Catching it the man pauses, glances at them and smiles, "Do you honestly expect me to believe this is all you took? Not to mention..." He pauses as a glint passes in his eyes.

It was worth a try. Cynthia sighs reaches into the Dimensional Pouch taking two artifacts, holding them in one hand whilst she throws the pouch towards Newt who catches it in confusion.

"Newt, Run." Cynthia says just loud enough for Newt to hear.

"Run? But what about you?!"

"I can hold him off, i'll catch up with you later." She says in faux calmness, as if she had everything under control.

Charging forward towards the man, she yells out, "NEWT! RUN!".

Understanding the seriousness of the situation he sprints away, pouch in hand.

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POV: Cynthia

"Do you really think i won't catch him?" The man arrogantly proclaims as he watches the entire interaction, just letting Newt run.

"You won't touch him if i have anything to say about it!" She shouts as she charges towards the man.

She quickly flings three large fireballs, in close proximity of each other as they leave an obvious path for the man to dodge.

He easily dodges the fireballs following the obvious path of avoidance, unknowingly heading right into a sea of wind blades.

"Argh!" The man internally cusses her out as his armour starts getting chipped and cracked from the constant stress, with small streaks of blood from his cut chest and bare arms.

Enhancing his body with Drana, the man rushes quickly towards Cynthia, far faster than he had been moving previously, catching her off guard.

Barely reacting fast enough to block a Drana enhanced punch towards her chest.

The sheer force of the blow launching Cynthia metres away until she hits a tree, it creaking and cracking yet she merely bounces off it as if it was made of cushions.

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Shit, that hit ate away at my Mana... Not to mention the Mana burnt to reduce the impact of the collision.

"Sir!" A couple of guards with a exhausted looking women make their way over to the Devoted.

"I'll handle her, go get the kid, he ran that way." He says with a kind smile, gesturing towards where Newt ran.

Cynthia who had hidden behind the tree she had hit pulled out one of the Artifacts she had grabbed.

A second Cynthia appeared and began running towards the Devoted, distracting him momentarily, allowing her to rush towards the group of guards, casting wind blades and fireballs towards their backs. Though immediately after having finished casting the spells she takes her other Artifact out, causing the numerous spells to seemingly duplicate.

"Awfully rude don't you think?" A voice calls out, the man appearing in-between the spells and guards with a sword in hand, covered with Drana, he slashes out.

A slash of Gold escapes his sword and slices in half the spells.

Majority of the spells, nonetheless, were meant to inflict damage, merely being a illusion, with most of the real spells just hitting the ground in front of the Devoted, kicking up a small dirt cloud that covers the Devoted.

Cynthia running forward as this all occurred mumbles a spell, a small spell circle appearing above her palm as the Devoted uses a small amount of Drana on his sword to swipe away the cloud blocking his vision, coming to Cynthia a metre away from him.

Panicking he takes a step back whilst slashing out.

Agilely dodging the sword strike, Cynthia slams the circle on her palm into the man's head.

Sinking into his body.

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POV: Devoted Seth

Slashing out cutting the spells in half, saving the guards, a small blanket covering a vast majority of the spells was removed, the spells disappearing, glitching out of existence as if they never existed.

The real spells that hadn't been cut had created a dust cloud that blocked his vision.

Easy. The man arrogantly proclaimed as he swipes away the cloud.

Revealing the black haired Mage, swiping, trying to create distance he takes a step back.

Countering this she dodges and slams her palm into Seth's face.

A ding resounds inside his head.

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