Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(95) TMotDS: Cunning Yet Mellow!

"Calm down, Riddle!" Trey was holding Riddle, pulling him back kicking and screaming from the front door.

"No!" Riddle screamed, trying to get off from Trey's hold. "Azul had gone too far! I'm going to-"

"You are not doing anything yet!" Trey looked back, grateful that they finally reached Riddle's room again. Quickly opening the door, Trey threw Riddle in and quickly locked the door behind him. Before Riddle could protest again, Trey knelt, gripping his shoulders.

"Listen to me." Trey shook his shoulder. "Riddle, listen to me!"

Riddle gripped Trey's hands. "Trey-"

"You can make this worse," Trey quickly said. Riddle let out a small gasp, not really expecting something like that would come out from Trey's mouth. Trey sighed, taking this small chance of silence. "Azul is basically in control of Jonah's action. If we mess with Azul, who knows what will happen to Jonah. There will be possibilities of him lashing out at Jonah because of our actions."

Riddle's breathing calmed down, letting it sink in. That's right. He couldn't be reckless or else Jonah might suffer the consequences.

The buzzing of a phone snapped him back to reality. Trey reached out for his phone in his pocket and saw that Jack just sent him a message, telling him that he had an idea.

"That's not going to work."

"Working so far!"

Trey looked up as Jonah swung down his sword but Crowley leaned away from getting hit. Compare to Jonah who mostly just offensive and rather stiff in his movement, Crowley moved very fluidly, spinning and hopping, managing to avoid every attack from a boy and never actually fight back, all defensive mode. Jonah jumped again, but Crowley stepped away, twisting his body so he was behind the boy. Jonah clicked his tongue as Crowley skipped backward. Taking his chance, Jonah turned around and swung his sword above his head, jumping into the air, and brought his sword down with a scream. But once again, Crowley stepped away. Jonah's eyes widened as he came crashing down, face planted on the grass and his sword slipped out from his grip. Jonah let out a grunt and quickly picking up his sword again and turned around–

–Only for him to scoot back at the cane pointed at him.

"Don't be overcommitted in trying to beating your enemies," Crowley said. "You need to find the perfect pacing of attacking and defending. Too much on one side will lead you to early exhaustion."

Jonah sighed. "Alright." He got up from the grass and stretched his muscle, unable to hold back a yawn.

"How about we stop practicing for tonight?" Crowley spun his cane, tapping it to the ground and hold it like usual. "Are you planning to stay here for the night, Mister Argentum?"

Jonah turned to Trey. "Did Riddle mention that I can stay here?"

Trey had his thumb and index finger on his chin. "He would probably let you. But unfortunately, we don't have any free room since our dorm hasn't had any expelled students."

Jonah nodded at him. "That's okay. I'll just go back to my room."

Crowley walked up to them and stood behind Jonah with a hand on his shoulder. "I'll take you back to the tower." He offered the bamboo sword to the smaller boy. "You can keep this. Even if it's not as sharp as your usual sword, but keep for our next practice."