Mirror Soul

Chapter Thirty Five: Blue & Green

Kai and Bruce stood back to back, watching each of Duchess’ clones. “Come on!” All of the copies called out. “Let's do this!”
Bruce formed a blue saber and aimed it at the presumed, original. “Okay, fine! Just remember that you asked for this!” 

“Kai!” The boy exclaimed loudly while looking at the hordes of clones. “Ten buck says I can guess this chick’s favorite anime!”

The Duchess gave a variety of unimpressed expressions. “Anime?” One questioned. “Isn’t that the cartoons desperate virgins watch?” Her copies laugh at the joke.

“You’re calling other people desperate?” Kai asked in astonishment. “This coming from the lady in her late twenties who's been eyeballing a highschool girl, and has to use her mystic to be her own hype man.”

The Duchesses looked Kai up and down as if just noticing he was there. “I’m sorry, who are you again? Oh right! You’re the one who got kidnapped by that loser, Knight, and then got shiskabobed by his own damn teammate!”

“At least I didn’t get beaten by the pacifist in our group.” Kai replied, referring to Ravel. “Speaking of pacifist.” In a flash of forest green light, the boy’s mystic appeared.  “It’s time to throw down the gauntlet!” Bruce gave his friend a glare of disbelief. 

I know he's just been waiting to drop that line, but I won’t call him out on it, just this once.

The women stared at Kai’s fists, anger and confusion evident in their eyes. “How the hell did you get a mystic?” A clone on his left asked. “Yeah!” Said another on his right. “What, did you let a nadir almost kill you just to see if you had one? You got some balls, kid.”

Kai looked around, not understanding. “First of all, does every sentence you say have to consist of something disgusting? Also, what are you on about? I’ve never even seen a nadir, much less been almost killed by one.”

“Ummm.” Bruce butted in. “Are we done insultling each other already? ‘Cause I got a few more good ones about how she’s wearing biker gear but probably took the bus here.”

Most of the Duchesses glared at Kai, ignoring Bruce. “No point lying, kid! You can only get a mystic in three ways! Either unlocking it by surviving a near death experience with a nadir or by using Linda. So either you got your ass whacked by a monster or you were snorting the good stuff old Rattler was selling. Kinda like that babe of a friend you have once did.”

“HEY!” Bruce called out. “No one cares! Can we skip the exposition and get back to the roast? I’ve been sitting on like five of these bad boys!”

“We can slander her in a minute, buddy, I promise. “ Kai said dismissively, his attention still on the enemy in front of him. “You said there were three ways to get a mystic.” He asked, his curious nature getting the best of him. “What's the third?” All the Duchesses chuckled simultaneously, creating a cacophony of wicked laughter that circled the two boys.  

“The”
“third.”
“way?” 

A different clone said each word, causing the sentence to jump locations. 

“The”
 “third”
 “way…”
“Is to steal it from someone else!” They all said together before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “And Majesty is a master at stealing them! He’s the reason the court even has mystics in the first place!” All the clones had a look of pure bliss on their faces as they spoke about their leader. “He is the most competent, and sexy, man I’ve ever met!”

Bruce did his best to not look, beyond, creeped out by the woman’s display as he spoke. “You know, not that I’m complaining, but this is the most boring fight to the death I’ve ever been in! Also, you think Majesty is sexy?” He said in shock. “What happened to the whole ‘guys don’t have the parts I like’ routine?”