The Majors, Rebuild and Reunite (Book 3)

Chapter 12: Syaoran vs Moon

~Pearl~

I kicked the tangle of Scott's robes and cloak into the corner of the room just as the door burst open. 

"Scott what in the name of Malevolent—?" Xornoth, closely followed by the Phoenix gal, practically charged through the doorway, nearly getting hit in the face as the door swung backwards from all the momentum. 

"Uh, hi." I said as the two stormed inside. 

Xornoth blinked, skidding to a stop. "Where's Scott?" 

"No clue." I shrugged, bringing out my best gaslighting voice. 

"But— he was just with you—" Phoenix started.

I shrugged again. "Went a different way. Why?" My heart practically jumped in my chest as Xornoth disappeared. Like, actually, completely gone from the room in a blink of an eye. 

About ten seconds later he was back. So the teleportation thing isn't just an Exor thing? Noted...

"Not in his room." Xornoth said, eyes flicking around the open space. "Are you sure you didn't see where he went?"

"Yep. He'll probably turn up soon though." I said, attempting to change the subject. I took my first good look at the room since I had gotten in here. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, several arched to give the room a more open feel. Chains hung from the center; large lanterns as big as my head dangling from them to cast an orange glow over the floor. 

The floor itself was interesting to say the least, a wooden walkway lining the outside where all the entrances were. Then it dipped into a pit made of packed dirt, a couple of scuff marks and footsteps imprinted into it. A fighting ditch. Just my style. 

"Might as well entertain ourselves while we wait for him." I began, starting on the "distract them" phase of Scott's very vague instructions. I walked along the wooden boardwalk on the opposite end of the room to the doors. 

Mounted on the walls were metal brackets, latches holding the handles of an array of different kinds of training weapons (in other words, they were dull and boring). Bows, different styles of arrows, maces, and more swords than I could count at first glance. Several double-bladed axes, ranging from three feet long to nearly seven, were lined up next to each other, practically calling my name. 

Phoenix's brow scrunched, almost nervously. "...how so?" 

I glanced at her. I thought it had been obvious. "A spar, of course." 

"Oh no." Phoenix's eyes widened behind the lenses of her glasses. "No, no, no, no, no—"

I stifled a grin. "Why not? It'll be fun." 

"I don't think death would be considered fun." Phoenix said, looking as if she wanted to take a step back. God, even I preferred Erin over her. At least she was up to a challenge. 

"And you?" I asked, turning my gaze to Scott's brother. 

He shook his head quickly, apprehension pulling his lips taut. Zeer, these royal versions of the elven half of the corruption crew were boring. 

My face fell slightly. "Well, no need to be a spear in the mud." I grumbled. 

Phoenix had opened her mouth to say something, right before all of our attention was diverted upwards. A creak sounded from above, short and sharp. Like a footstep.