TBATE - What if Tessia was the legacy ? - The legacy of it all

Believing

{Arthur Leywin}

Keeping my sword tightly clenched in my hands, I stared at my opponent, ready to dodge or deflect any attack she might throw at me. "Or at least try to," I added with a mix of skepticism and frustration, knowing that what stood in front of me was a Scythe, meaning she was unbelievably more powerful than me, according to Tess.
Even if she was on the same level as Nico when he attacked us in Dire Tombs, I would struggle greatly, but if she is stronger than that, I'm just done for.

My saving grace for now is that she doesn't seem too interested in fighting me.

At first, I thought she was waiting for a signal or trying to lure me into a trap or lower my guard, but if she is so much stronger than me, she probably wouldn't need to do that.

But that much wasn't even what was bugging me the most. What I could really not make any sense of was that, every time we stumbled onto a student, she would make them pass out with her killing intent and just leave them on the street.

Killing them with a spell would be much faster and be a good display of her power to intimidate me, along with dealing more damage to her enemy's camp. My best guess was that she either couldn't be bothered to cast a spell or didn't want me to panic.

Continuing to slowly step back as she continuously stepped forward, pretty much on the same rhythm, we made our way down the path going toward the labs, which were the furthest away from the center of the academy, where I had seen the most amount of spells being thrown at or coming from.

Knowing I shouldn't get distracted, I kept my eyes firmly glued onto the despicably elegant white-haired woman, who was displaying an uncaring but not bored expression. Deciding to assess her equipment in the hope of finding some information or weakness.

Beyond what I assumed to be a dimensional ring of sorts on her left hand, the Scythe Seris wasn't holding any weapon or tool; her outfit, a long black dress made of what seemed to be normal fabric with a purple tint, had long and wide sleeves and a single black jewel a bit under her neck.

No matter how I looked, I could only conclude that those clothes offered no real protection and only had aesthetic value. Maybe there could be a protective spell or barrier on them, but if that were the case, I couldn't tell, and that same spell would presumably also work on real armor.

When Tess had described the Scythes to me, I thought they would show up in heavy armor made of exotic material or ragged clothes after sneaking into Dicathen undercover, not in a fancy dress. She almost looks like she had prepared herself for some kind of banquet and not a terrorist attack on a school.

-Are my clothes to your liking?" She quizzed with the same calm and disinterested tone as the one shown on her face.

-What would be to my liking would be for you to make your way back to Alacrya as soon as possible and strongly consider the possibility of never leaving again." I answered in a slight taunt, trying to get a reaction out of her.

-I would also quite like that." She answered genuinely while looking at the horizon in a thoughtful manner, as if she was reminiscing about something.

Taken aback by her response, I barely noticed a powerful stray wind gust hitting a building behind me, causing the wall to crumble.

Leaping away to avoid the danger, I only noticed that a human girl was falling with the debris, plunging headfirst toward the ground.

Restraining the urge to stop time and save her, I knew from my time as Grey that not everyone could be saved in a fight and that if I did, I would be left completely defenseless against Seris, which could only lead to both of us dying instead of just her.