Angel With Broken Wings

36 - Mash Burnedead, Kat Ride and the Accelerated Battle (1)

⚠️Violence

[THIRD PERSON POV]

In a long and dark hallway stands Rayne Ames, his expression holding one of irritation as he stares down at the closed wooden door in front of him, a letter clenched tightly into his fist as he mutters,

"That geezer sure likes to boss people around."

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Lance stands uninterested in front of his upperclassman, the double-liner scoffing as he introduces himself with a bored expression, "I am Wirth Madl, the third fang. If you prove a waste of my time, you're gonna pay for it." His expression twisted at his last set of words, anger clear in his eyes as he stares down his opponent.

Without hesitation, Lance calmly lifts up his wand, his spell spilling past his lips with ease, "Graviole." A sigh comes out as his opponent gets slammed into the ground, "Then I won't waste your time, I'm out of here." His expression only contorts when Wirth's body seems to turn into mud, the black haired boy's voice coming from behind the first-year,

"Oh, gravity magic, huh? This might be fun after all, ready?" His grin appeared psychotic as clones of the boy pop up around him, the team rushing at Lance with nearly crazed expressions. "Graviole." The spell crushes the ones in front but a mocking echo from the boy comes out, "Won't work!" The words are followed by a mud pillar shooting out, the attack just barely missing Lance's cheek.

'Mud clones, I won't get anywhere until I crush the real one. Easy enough, I'll attack the whole field at once!' Lance's thought process gets followed by him shooting off another gravity spell, the ground in front of him breaking apart further at the force.

He jumps slightly upon noticing movement behind him, his head turning to land eyes on Wirth once more, the older boy commenting, his wand raised, "Too bad. Burst." Confusion sparks in the younger, the words "nothing happened" appearing in his mind until he attempts to move, his legs stuck in place by short mud columns.

'My legs are stuck?! When did...?' His thoughts get interrupted by a flurry of mud cannonballs shooting at him rapidly, the objects hitting him roughly and causing blood to spill from his head. The boy appears dizzy as Wirth speaks up once more, his figure positioned in front of Lance but a safe distance apart from the injured boy, "The Crown family is renowned for it's gravity magic.

"You come from a good bloodline. Why are you in Adler? Your talent is wasted there." His expression becomes more wild and crazed as his grin gets deeper, his voice coming out more roughly as he speaks, "Why don't you join the Magia Lupus? Your skills aren't too bad, bet you'd fit in nicely under me. It's a shame that you're stuck in Adler, a magic user of your talents belong in an environment where you can flourish."

Wirth's speech becomes more and more tense while he speaks, his arms outstretched as he leans forward, as if trying to tempt the boy into taking the offer, "Your growth depends on those around you! Surround yourself with garbage and you'll undoubtedly start to reek." The insulting commentary makes Lance clench his hands into fists, his mind flickering briefly to a certain strawberry blonde girl, but he grounds out his words sharply to the older boy, "Meaning?"

Wirth scoffs at the question, a look of ridicule present on his features as he speaks up, "Those Adlers are trash! You'll rot too if you stay with them!" Lance's expression darkens once more, his mind briefly recalling a moment he had with Kat before this whole ordeal.