Honestly, all I had to say to that was "Awesome. When does the traini--" All of a sudden 3 targets with blades all around came out of the walls. "Woah!" I jumped to the side, but another sliced my arm open, and the last embedded itself in my stomach. I let out a shout of pain and fell to the floor before I realized the blood and the blades were gone. "Simple illusion," Michael explained, picking me up off the floor. "Demons throw them at you all the time. If you can't counteract them, you're not gonna last long out there against them." I got up with his help, still feeling the all-too-real pain flash through my body. "How about a break?" I croaked out. He just laughed. I assumed that was a no.
...Aaaaand I was absolutely right. We started with the blades again. But that didn't mean he went easy on me. Each time, the blades cut through me, tearing me into little strips of blood with some bone marrow left over. Each time, the pain felt real. Each time, if I were actually fighting, I would have died.
"Focus! Don't let your concentration break!" Michael barked at me as I managed to leap over one of the deadly targets. "That's not gonna work! You need to dispel the illusion! Disperse it!" I grunted in frustration, "Well, how the hell do you expect me to do that without being taught?!" He just laughed. That fucking laugh that I was increasingly starting to hate. I let it build and build until... "Desino!" I thought for a second I recognized the language. Latin for stop. The blades stopped moving, obeying my will. I smiled, but not the proud kind. The triumphant kind. Payback time, mother fucker was the first thing I thought. "Reverto!" I had no idea where I had learned Latin, but, hey, stranger things had happened that day. The blades, instead of killing me, went straight for Michael. He just smiled. "Eradico!" He shouted. More Latin. Destroy. The blades burnt up, diminishing instantly until there was nothing left of the target. I just looked at him, the illusion gone. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He said with a smile. "Perhaps slight overkill with the return, though, don'tcha think?"
"Yea, sorry." I gave him a weak smile, just seconds before I collapsed.
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The Birth of the Black Rose
Teen FictionNow, listen: We haven't got much time: a few hours, if anything. You need to go through this. It's vital for this war to be won. I can't reveal where I am. My security and that of my friends would be compromised. Just.... pay close attention. If you...
