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“Easily,” she said, and turned her sword into a long scythe, the pole coming to rest across her shoulders. “I have a bit of an issue when it comes to my own kind getting used by trash. In my opinion they’re better off dead, then being used like that.” She smiled maliciously at him. Metal leaked into her eyes as her anger grew and her control slipped. Tillon found himself staring into solid iron eyes. “Now, got any more of them?”
CASTIAN
Light crackled across the room, slamming into a wall of shadow and metal. The cacophony drowned out his brother’s scream as the man attempted to run away. Robert’s magic was strong, he was the heir to the Renson family, so it was to be expected.
Castian wanted to applaud him; he fought in an admiral way. The way they’d all been taught to fight, but…
A sharp sound of a gun went off.
Robert released a high-pitched scream of pain.
His body lurched forward, as the bullet from the still smoking gun embedded itself in his leg. He used his staff to keep himself from falling face first. He jerked his shock gaze up, only to find the man he’d been fighting slowly turned to a rusted metal statue. The fake figure crumbled to the ground.
He heard a click, as the edge of a pistol pressed against the back of his head.
“I love the way you fight,” Castian moaned. “Innocently thinking I’d trust you to fight fair.”
He jerked the gun left, firing at Roberts left ankle.
The man released a screech, his staff dispersing at his lack of control. He fell forward onto the dirt floor, his arms trembled as he pushed himself up. “Asher.” He called.
“Are you calling for him?” Castian asked, glancing over to the corner.
Robert whipped his pain filled gaze to the other male, to find the man’s entire body locked up by large iron bars. Asher’s mouth was being held open by a ball of metal that had been shoved into it.
Castian motioned with his head, towards Oye who held one of Tillons arms thoughtfully. “That was her idea,” he smirked at Tillon, “She’s got a bit of a kink.” He licked his bottom lip and winked. “You know how it is.”
“Help me.” Robert yelled, giving Castian his back as he attempted to crawl away.
“Tsk. None of that, what will your victims think seeing the big, bad villain crawling on the ground in fear. Why they’d lose all their respect for you,” Castian said just as a hand went flying over his head. He paused to find his brother sans his right arm and his left hand. Oye had him pinned to the ground with four large pins like a butterfly. “Darling, he needs to be brought to justice…alive.”
She tossed him an annoyed look, blood splatters covering her face. “Seriously?”
“Seriously," he said heavily.
“Ah, shit I almost forgot,” Oye said with an edge of annoyance.
Castian gaze took in the dead witches that covered the floor at her feet. Witches who’s minds had been broken and were apparently being controlled by Tillon. Another example of this awful ‘lords’ power.
“Well, he’s alive," she said as she turned her scythe into a short blade, she held it by the tip of her fingers over his right eye. “For now.”
Before Castian could caution her, a large hole cut through the space before the closed exit and a familiar face appeared.
Red eyes met Castian’s mad gaze. “Hello, boss," he said cheekily.
Raijin took in the carnage, and nodded. “Better than last time.” He turned his eyes to Oye. “Good to see you’re in one piece.”
She tossed up her blade and caught a metal ball. “Of course.”
“Oye,” she shouted as came running towards her. The woman jumped on her, hugging her tight. “How I’ve missed your grumpy whore ass.”
Oye cringed as the woman rubbed her cheek against hers.
“Y-you do know it’s only been a weekend, right?” Oye said, trying and failing to escape the woman’s arms.
“Yes, but I had no one to mock and call names, you shrew.” With that, she loosened her hold of her, after looking her over.
“Now,” she turned away from Oye, and looked around the room, “Where is Asher?”
