The gathering Arc: 2

I leap out the way the rubble crashes on top of his body is it over I feel relief wash over me a light pops out from the rubble before an explosion rocks the air the force of the shock-wave sends me crashing against the wall debris crash and splits against my skin a piece of debris comes flying blood spills from my mouth I look down a thick chunk of debris lodges into my stomach fire leaks from his eyes as he roars two palm sized fireballs rotating in his hands, his visible wounds are minimal at best.  the heat turns unbearable, my sweat drops to the ground I stand putting my guard back up before rushing back in.

I’m slower, my breathing is erratic. I try to swing, he ducks I see the fireball incoming and in that instant I am engulfed in flames all I see is red and orange the the agonizing pain of the fire melting away my skin comes in waves I scream but somehow I once again not set ablazeMy skin only partially burnt I push through the fire and swing down he stumbles from the hit and I follow up my wounds freshly cauterize I grit my teeth and dig deep I swing one fist after the other keeping my breathing together each hit stringing together with ease 

I toss him into the ice wall He opens his mouth a tiny ball of fire appears in the middle of his mouth through sheer instinct, I dodge it.  It clips my ear, I uppercut him and swing barrage of hits into his face blood splashes on my fist, I can’t feel my right hand. He’s still conscious glaring at me.  I can feel the heat of his fireball.

I fake a hit with my right, he takes the bait laser-like clips my right arm-shoulder but With my left I grab him and knee him in the groin. He reels from the pain

“bastard.” he spits his stance is weak I push him the ground and stomp on him again I don’t stop each hit pummels him further and further into a blood ridden mess. A laser-like beam fire penetrates my foot the beam splits a cut across my face my almost dropping me to the ground my heads ringing, my vision is blurring.

I roar and push further I dropping on top of him, elbowing him in the face. He pushes me and rolls  he tries to get up.  I half tackle him and we both drop positioning myself on top I can’t move I’m so fucking tired.

 

I smash my burnt right arm into his body but its not enough he pushes me how and struggles to get up “how’s it feel shit-stain to be reminded of what you are.”

“Just kill me.” I grumble on the ground hoping my half-ass glare from my paralyzed body could kill him

The heat rotating above me like a setting sun I close my eyes and await the end only to feel the cool splash of blood on my face I hear a thud and when I open my eyes it’s his face impaled by a large spear of ice.

I was so absorbed in the fight that I didn't see the carnage that kyra had caused. at least 16 different bodies, all killed differently, some of them electrocuted, their brains splattered across the ground. Some of them impaled with large icicle spears, others with their legs torn off, smashed against the wall. And only a few their bodies completely charred to a crisp.

The hell did you do to them? I Mutter. It’s is about as all I can manage right now in between struggling to maintain consciousness.

“I killed them.” She states as if it’s an obvious fact and that nothing is wrong with that statement

I... I'm at a loss for words. There's nothing I can say. She killed 16 different magicians during the time. It took for me to fight that one guy.

She says “The correct line of questioning here is, “how do I obtain magic?” And the answer to that question is unfortunately disappointing.”

I feel my wounds revert the stone dislodge from my body the burns all but fading I take a massive breath in. I didn’t even realized he pierced my lung ,I get up dusting off my tattered clothes and say “ these guys really are no names to you.”

Kyra points out “Yep, but you still did pretty good for having no magic you without a doubt have talent.”

I flash her a look of doubt “there’s a catch to that compliment.”

Kyra continues pushing her fingers together “Azul has the unique ability to see potential and growth in terms of magic, since people from your world don't cultivate it, it's very difficult for your kind to survive. In this war, it's very simple. Your kind are treated as slaves,

“No I refuse I would rather-” I say Kyra interrupts “let me finish azul and I think your species has far more potential than mere pack mules and disposable sacrifices for rituals.” she mutters “I believe anyone's worth more than that, so let me help you.”

“I don’t buy that, What’s making you change your tone.” I say

She says “I’ve decided that azul was right. That it’s better to be on equal footing, you passed my test with flying colors not many have as much grit as you.”

She continues “Azul telepathically told me before we left, that you were the best candidate on that bus for enduring the initial reaction to magic you woke not only first but much earlier than anyone else not only that but you survive the fire from that Mage.”

I say “hold up I notice your calling those guys “mages.” And what do you mean by “Survive.” I joke “That shit hurt like hell, I’m totally gonna have nightmares about that till the day.”

Kyra rolls her eyes “ it’s obvious isn’t they aren’t using the same technique in the slightest magic for a witch and a warlock comes from the body and its adaptation to the energy. Mages are different because they imprint formulas onto their brains. Their bodies don’t have a chance to get used to it, which makes their magic is inferior in most cases however given time and proper body analysis they can have magic on par with witches and warlocks.

“If it’s so inferior why bother imprinting to begin with?” I ask

“Variety and birth defects, it’s that or they haven't discovered the proper way to train magic naturally. I’m guessing the latter since they were so bewildered when seeing what I can do.”

I ask “Is it okay to be talking in this hallway? and what do we about the The 16 dead bodies I’m surprised we went this long without getting maimed by someone or something.”

Kyra asks "I forgot you can’t sense magic energy don’t worry there’s not a single person in this school that can beat me as is. To be honest I expected far worse then this.”

I kick one of the corpses feeling the impact from the charred flesh causes me to reel “ if they were planning on killing us in this hallway, we live in a far more brutal world than where I come from. don't know if I can keep this up."

Kyra says "Self-doubt will only lead to our deaths. We should get out of here anyways, focusing on finding your attributes takes top priority. you're special so I can’t tell from a glance what you can probably do. She walk to the staircase and I follow her

Special? what makes me any different although it does have a nice ring to it. I don’t hate it at all. It feels like a crown that should have been mine a long time ago.

“Special how?” I ask

She explains “Even with those weak fireballs from a fledgling like him, you should have died after the first one, but instead you survived and even fought back and again You should have been dead after that laser hit your face but instead you took less damage and kept fighting. This means you have a very rare trait and with much luck you don’t have it’s negative effects which means I can still heal you.”

“So explain what exactly is magic and what am I?” I ask

She looks me up and down as we walk “Magic is the very essence to edit the world. A very few humans are very resilient to it. You are very rare breed.”

“Don’t say it like that it makes me feel like a prized animal.” I say

Kyra explains ignoring my comment “Witches and warlocks for past ages have history for using your bodies and mind as cores to pet projects like giving mountain-sized Golems that are magic resilient or the ever-famous eternal magic nullification fields. She continuies “Your body Does come with its heavy drawbacks, though. You can't use any form of conventional magic And You can still die to it if you get overloaded or if the physical force is enough.”

“Wait so does this mean I’m actually a formidable threat?” I ask

She says “Sure if you think beating on toddlers makes you strong. we need to find your attributes before we get anywhere.” She pauses “If azul were here we could do that. But there should be some form of attribute reader in this school.”