But I was going to find out. Starting by talking to the other male here that I couldn’t get a very good read on.
Cennux Dreisin.
Chapter twenty-five
Loud shouts filtered down the dim hallway leading to the arena, but nothing could prepare me for what I actually saw taking place once I exited the tunnel.
I’d never even thought about Sin’s magic until now. I assumed it was the element of fire based on his personality, because there was no way someone with his temper could be anything but fire.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Sin was a water caster. A really,really,good water caster.
I stood off to the side as he took on the five soldiers surrounding him.
Moving as one, they all lifted their arms and thrust their hands forward. Wobbling orbs of water levitated from casks scattered around the arena and shifted into foot-long spears that hurled themselves at Sin.
He didn’t so much as flinch. Sin snapped his hands out in front of him, and all five javelins halted inches from his face. The soldiers shouted at each other as they pivoted back to the tubs for more ammo, but Sin was quicker. He swirled his hands infront of him, and each soldier violently flew backward, their own watery missiles returned to them faster than I could track. The pure force of the impact lifted each male from his feet and hurled them into the walls of the arena.
The soldiers struggled to get up, but Sin showed no hesitation as his hands dipped low toward the ground then flew back up. Every ounce of liquid soaking the soldier's clothing squeezed out from their uniforms and danced over to Sin. He began swirling his hands around, and the cloud of water spun just as quickly, twisting into a liquid tornado suspended in front of Sin. He swooped his hands out in an arc, and the cyclone shot around the arena, growing even larger as it sucked the water out of each barrel on the field.
The vortex descended upon the fallen soldiers, sucking each into its vicious embrace.
I watched helplessly as the soldiers flailed and thrashed within the cone of water. Sin lifted his hands high above his head, the tornado following suit as it rose up into the air, swiftly surpassing the height of the arena itself.
Horror spread across my face as he jerked his hands apart, and the cyclone burst like a balloon. Water droplets and soldiers rained down to the arena floor, hundreds of feet below.
“NO!” I shouted, rushing from the tunnel. Sin’s head jerked toward me, shock spreading across his face. The soldier's screams ripped through the air, and I closed my eyes, refusing to witness their gruesome end.
When several moments passed and I hadn’t heard the sickening crunch of bodies, I risked opening my eyes.
All five males hung suspended in a now docile cloud of water less than five feet from the ground. An amused look swept over Sin’s face as he flicked his hand toward the aqueous safety net, and the soldiers crashed the rest of the way onto the hard dirt.
Groaning, they all struggled to their feet and took up defensive stances to continue the fight. Sin yelled something over his shoulder, and the five males relaxed their postures and shambled out of the arena.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I roared, stomping over to Sin and jabbing him hard in the chest, though I was pretty sure I hurt my finger more than I hurt him.
He smirked. “Many things, Fea Remia. So you will need to be more specific.”
“Wipe that damn look off your face, Sin,” I said, glaring at him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You were about to murder those guys.”
Sin casually dried his hands on the sleeves of his black tunic before replying. “You really need to make up your mind here, Rain. Today you don’t like me being amused, and yesterday you didn’t like me being reserved. I’m not sure I have another setting.”
“You’re forgetting about asshole mode.”
“No, that’s always engaged,” he assured me, the damn smirk back on his face.
“It wasn’t last night,” I said before I could stop the words from escaping.
Shit. How had I gotten so off track here? I was supposed to ask about my father, not bring up awkward topics.
The smirk faded as Sin’s facade of cool detachment slid back over his face.
“What do you want, Rain?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.
“Well, first I’d like to know what the hell all that was,” I replied, gesturing wildly into the air where the water tornado had been.
“Training,” he said simply.
