Legendary Heroes (Mobile Legends Fanfic)

Chapter 93 | Vance and Paxley

Lesley kept her fighting stance, her gun continuing to point at the random stranger before her. "Where are you from?" She asked in an interrogative condition, not allowing herself to lower down her defense and weapon.

Gusion, the stranger that stood in front of the scarlet haired Huntress, formed a smirk on his face. "Ever heard of the Paxley Family in the Land of Dawn? I was a part of their family until I got banished." He answered nonchalantly, not regretting being exiled from his own home and blood.

The female sniper raised an eyebrow, getting intrigued to know about this stranger's past. But since it sounded personal, she did not decide to forcefully get him to talk more about it. "You must have done a terrible act for being banished. I'm a bit surprised that they didn't decide to execute you, considering the fact that the Paxley Family are one of the most strongest and eminent families who mainly uses magic in the Land of Dawn. I doubt they will let anyone slip off so easily." Lesley replied, her eyes gazing up and down to observe Gusion's stance and appearance.

His short, chestnut-colored hair looked like chocolate and his aquamarine eyes were like the unclouded, bright sky. He was also fair skinned with a well sculpted face.

A violet scarf went down to his waist and he wore a top that has the same color as his scarf. A white jacket kept his torso warm, the black sleeves of the jacket going down to the wrists of his hands that were covered by black, fingerless gloves.

He wore black pants and a pair of dark grey-colored boots made out of metal. Unsurprisingly enough, he did wear armor to protect himself. They were placed on one of the sides of his shoulders, both of the lower part of his arms, and lastly, a small shield that was sculpted like an eagle hung on the right side of his waist.

To make his appearance description brief, Gusion certainly looked handsome with a well sturdy body.

And In this quite hot, sunny day. Lesley wondered if Gusion wasn't getting beaten up by the heat of the sun from above because of his choice of clothes.

"I was, per se, the sole rebel of the Paxley Family. But since the main head of the family is my father, he didn't have the audacity to kill me." Gusion remarked.

He was quite thankful that his father declared that he didn't want him killed and gave him two choices that he very much disliked. To give up his blades with the combination of light and magic so he can join his family, or he can pursue his dreams and be exiled from his own blood.

Sure, Gusion knew that his choice was rather selfish and he also didn't want to leave his home. But he couldn't withstand the boring days of reading and studying about magic any longer, how most of the people there didn't want to accept his dreams of becoming his own self and to plan his own life.

What's ever wrong with innovation and choosing who you want to be? He would often ask that question to the elders of the Paxley Family and they would always laugh at him for being foolish.

The elders, of course, gave Gusion many chances since they thought he was still young and naive. But soon the young and arrogance boy they thought of became powerful and began to rebel against them.

"Well, now he has one less problem to deal with." Lesley said, finally lowering her down gun after sensing that he was no longer a threat.

Gusion frowned falsely, trying to attempt an act to look like a pitiful person. "Don't you feel sorry for me? Like you should give this poor man some help? I'm all lost and alone, with no where to go..." He spoke in a rather dramatic and sorrowful behavior as he walked around Lesley.