“I doubt it really matters though.” Her tone reflects her expression now. “Despite all that vampires are still nothing. They don’t matter, I should be lucky they didn’t eviscerate me when I started singing.”
Callahan frowns at her and Rothwhile looks away but says, “It was beautiful though. Your voice, singing, even the spirits harmonized with you. I’ve never felt a truer form of an embodiment of soul.”
She flinches at that. Just barely, but I and Callahan notice it. She doesn’t say anything more and turns away. Finally, an ending to the conversation.
“Are there any more questions?” If my tone is any hint there shouldn’t be. And thankfully no one else raises their hand or speaks. “Good. Now, today’s lesson – “
A ringing echoes in the back of my mind cutting me off. I snap my gaze up to Callahan who is hearing the same thing. Dropping the sound barrier the blaring of warning bells goes off and I reinforce my Devil’s Locks sealing off the room.
“Callahan,” I bark, who’s already down the stairs. “The rest of you stay here. There is an infiltration in the school by rebels using deadly force.”
Despite me trying not to, I glance at the bloodsucker. There’s a spark that lights in her eyes as she stands up and takes a step to the side as if she was wanting to come with.
“Stay,” I growl. Stilling her and everyone else in the room. “Only four and fifth year trained students are permitted to help, everyone else is required to stay secured in your rooms.Do. Not. Come. Out.”
I doubt there will be anything close to a battle, but it’s custom. The rebels have numbers and races with magic that far surpasses most first, second, and third years. Unholy gods, some of them surpass even my own and we cannot have any more casualties.
Callahan disappears out the door with shadows and feathers of pure light drifting around him. His casual clothing disappearing and being replaced by tactile gear as I follow him out. Closing the door behind me, I finish sealing the lock and add another one on for good measure. If the bloodsucker was able to break my first one with her limited magic, I do not need someone more powerful than her breezing through.
Once it’s sent I pull my own shadows to form and solidify into my weapons. I roll the sleeves of my white button up over my forearms as holsters become strapped to my body and bladesfill them. The weight of a long sword appears on my back and two tactile handguns are strapped at my thighs.
Callahan’s own holsters and sheaths wrap around him. At his back are two long blades crisscrossed with a golden chain between their handles. On Earth the closest weapon similar to it would be called a kyoketsu-shoge. Darian has a similar one, though his chain between them is longer and he uses his more similar to a whip dart.
A bang rocks part of the school. Callahan and I glance at each other before we take off towards the noise. We meet Thorne and his father – both strapped in their signature weapons – coming around the corner.
“Fucking rebels,” Edmond sneers. “You would have thought the stint at the capitol would have taught them something.”
The rest of us don’t get a chance to respond as we exit into one of the courtyards that extend out to a wide field. It’s expansive and eventually leads to a cliff that overlooks the sea. But off to the left is a battalion of soldiers.
Darian and his father are already on the field holding out with a shield to prevent their magic from striking the school, but apparently a blow already landed. Half of the training arena is already in cinders. What a fucking pain.
Jerusil Kyros – who is the most gentle and kindhearted devil I have ever met – turns back and shouts for us all to get our asses out here. Darian smiles at his father before he takes a step back, drops his shield for a moment, extends his arms out wide, and then forces them together with a clap.
The shock from the sound shatters every window on this side of the university and forms a crater around Darian.
A fucking warning would have been nice, I wince through my mind into his. Forming links between the number of us. Castiel and Aslan are further out throwing offensive blows at the rebel group still holding.
You’re late to the party,Darian chuckles.I warned my father and the rest of us who have been holding for the past ten minutes.
Thorne shadow twists from where he was next to me to the field with Castiel. Each of us work in tandem as we instinctively coordinate with one another. With how small this group from the rebels are we won’t even need the other trainees.
Very sloppy.
The battle was over the second we stepped onto the field.
Twenty-Eight
Mavyn – Septmust 3
Is this what it’s like having a hard lock down in America? I would assume so, since half the kids are freaking out and hitting the floor to cover their heads while others are lounging in their chairs and chatting like nothing is happening.
Another bang shakes the eastern wall of the classroom and Jullia hums to herself as her fingers fly over her tablet. Since Asher is a third year he doesn’t have to help fight, but he was supposed to be in his additional external controlling class that takes place in the morning. And their classes are always on the eastern field.
Her voice is barely above a whisper as she breathes out, “He says most of the training arena is gone. Some sort of being with strong fire magic. It can slip through an angel and devil’s shields.”
I look over the rest of the class. I, myself, am lounging back in my chair with my arms crossed. I had wanted to follow them. The professor and Callahan. Mostly because I wanted to see these so-called rebels. Jullia had mentioned it once my first week here when I was delirious with starvation and sleep.
Asher also mentioned them once and how they’ve been around for a couple centuries. He said that’s why despite Syngenia not wanting to solely produce warriors and soldiers, they can’t not offer the classes and training because of it. Asher himself coming from a long line of warriors proficient in earth element magic.
