Thirty-Three
Mavyn – Septmust 5
A few minutes prior. . .
They’re perfectly synchronized. Fighting in patterns and forms all together even though none of them are working together. Thorne, his father, the demigod, Professor Asier, Callahan’s father all spread out on the field wielding weapons I’d love to have in my hands.
Even the Dean is practiced and in time with them. Darian and his father hanging back constructing the shields and keeping everyone up here safe from the flying attacks. The fourth and fifth years taking over to organize people with the help of the council of the school before taking places around the terrace and helping with shields and their own offensive magic flying.
My aura is still roaming as my eyes are drawn to Asher. Jullia glances at me with a worried expression, but when she sees me she straightens and nods her head. Not backing down or hiding. But Asher still draws my attention with his different earth aura.
His is not cloying.
But his is also faded with crackling and soothing and guarding.
Leaving Ms. Elaycia and Nana, I go towards him and wipe my thumb through my bloody palm. My blood wrapping around my wrists since I had rolled my sleeves up and holding as I wait.
His nostrils flare as he looks at me and startles when I wipe my thumb across his forehead. His green eyes widen with alarm and he opens his mouth but I have no time for questions.
“Make a runic shield,” I demand. Which gains many eyes and Caleb who’s next to us looks at me and then to the blood smeared on Asher’s forehead with understanding.
Asher shakes his head. “Mine won’t do any – “
I let that fourth door crack open and it makes Asher choke as his green eyes begin glowing. My aura floods the entirety of the terrace as recognition pricks in the back of my mind. People around begin murmuring as I slowly turn my head back to the battle.
A whip of blood is soaring through the air and that cloying earth dips into copper.
A golden light begins glowing to the side of me as I suck in a deep breath and scream for them on the field. Stepping onto the stone between the two teeth of the saw-tooth looking wallI thunder my voice through. For some reason I look directly at Professor Asier when I say it.
“THEY HAVE WITCHES!”
And then that line of blood spreads to a web of death sailing straight for the celestials. The rebels they had been fighting winking out of existence and reappearing behind the witches. They had been the ones to run past first, but they had stopped at some point and let the rest of the first line of rebels pass.
A distraction to keep the celestials in place until they were able to use that web of blood like a blade.
I catch movement and icy blue eyes glance at me with resignation.
In a fraction of a moment I twist those first two keys within me to crack those doors open and release my control of my blood while a bolt of red lightning comes for me.
I keep my head up and don’t blink this time so I know exactly when. . .
It almost feels like a glitch and then time hesitates right as that web of blood is only a couple feet above my head.
Clever, clever devil. Hiding the witches aura within your own.
He should have tried harder to kill me when he first faced me. I bet he could have too after the Professor halted my magic. But not this time.
A golden shield drawn from runes appears over the school solidly protecting them from the rebel attacks. I can feel theenergy being used from my blood that I had marked Asher with. The third magic vampyr can have.
We did not technically blood bond, but there is a blood oath connecting us and that is as good as it’ll get. Though I do not give him my magic, I give him the strength of my aura. Allowing him to create the expansive shield that he just did.
And I create my own.
The blood covering my hands and forearms moving to their own whips and curving around me and this space. Faster than the normal eye could ever see, they expand and blood webs that should have killed us shatter against my shield.
Turning, I see the celestials. Professor Asier’s face faulters when he processes it’s me out here. Standing further past Thorne and the demigod who also have their eyes on me and their mouths open.
The rest of the celestials. . . I think most of them had expressions of acceptance. Mr. Kyros did when he glanced back at me. This was a death blow they knew there was no way to block. The blood too close and too powerful – it would have sliced through any of their shields.
