(“I-I have to tell her. I can't let this information die with me!”) He thought as he considered his final words. “I know you probably hate me right now, but I have to get this off my chest, Tina. I helped kill your mother.”
“H-huh? What… What the hell are you talking ab-”
The man in black armour pushed him off his arm and onto the floor. He coughed up blood as soon as he fell to the ground and it looked like he no longer had the energy to speak. Before life could fully fade from his eyes, Tina knelt beside him and grabbed his arm.
“What do you mean by that Ezekiel!? Answer me, why did you just talk about my mother? Answer me!! Don't you dare die until you answer, you bastard!”
(“Ah, she hates me now… But if there's anyone she should hate, it should be me.”)
A sword was stabbed into his throat and his body went limp. The man in black armour pulled his sword out and flicked the blood off before sheathing it.
“Now for that old man.” He said as he walked off. Tina grabbed his shoulder and he quickly slammed her torso with his elbow. She fell to her knees and vomited up all the nice food she had eaten with her sisters earlier.
“Phew, quite the drinker, aren't you?” He said, commenting on the smell of it. “Touch me again and I'll send you to him, you won't get a second warning.”
He walked his way towards the stairs. Tina could only watch as he walked away and didn't even have the strength to get back to her feet. He had assuredly broken something in her. But was it something physical or something less tangible?
She quickly turned around with tears in her eyes and picked Ezekiel off the ground.
(“Elizabeth… Elizabeth can save him!”)
He leaned him against her shoulder and ran, or at least tried her best to, outside. As she ran down the dirt street, she tripped over Ezekiel, sending them both to the floor. Her face looked straight into his cold eyes and her head shook, trying to snap herself out of anything negative.
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(“Yeah, right, he can live from this, I know he isn't this weak.”) She told herself as she tried to pick him up.
The limpness of his body left a nauseating feeling in her stomach and she… couldn't hold it anymore.
She dropped him and brought her face into his chest. The moment she wrapped her arms around him, she felt the blood of the massive wound in his centre and started crying into his shirt.
“GET UP, YOU BASTARD,” She screamed with tears in her eyes. “Get up, please I'm begging you, just… please just get up…”
On the roof of the branch building, the Bishop watched in interest as the two men who wielded fire battled it out.
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“I certainly see the logic in this attack. I have to give you credit, I don't think I would have had the creativity to come up with a technique. But don't you think it'd best be used on a foe close to defeat?”
The fireball he held above his head started shrinking instead of growing but it was starting to get so hot that it physically hurt Tibaut to stand where he did.
The fireball soon started growing again but it no longer looked like a ball of flames but a blue sun. It was so bright that Tibaut couldn't even look at it directly.
He threw towards Tibaut and his mind froze. His body briefly gave off a blue flare but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. His mind couldn't think of anything to turn the tides.
(“You're not dead yet, Miguel.”) The drake said.
As his life flashed before his eyes, he quickly snapped out of it and realised that that fireball, just like his, was unravelling. It touched the flames of Tibaut’s veil and quickly dispersed them, replacing the orange-red veil with a bright blue wall that surrounded them.
The heat already had Tibaut on his knees, struggling to keep himself conscious and the Bishop watched how he reacted.
“Get up, I'm not done with you yet.” The Bishop stated as he watched Tibaut struggle.
He gnashed his teeth like a wild wolf and stood back up. He walked towards the Bishop, the sweat evaporating off his body before it could even form. He looked like he was wading through a bog as he made his way towards him. He took step, step and then another step before slowing down.
He passed out at the tenth step.
(“Sigh, if only you learnt your true magic… Now Mr. Cultist, what's your plan with the boy?”) The drake wondered. (“If their name truly is what he stated, and given his position and the people he currently knows now… it would be a nuisance to lose Migu- Tibaut at this point.”)