AfterDuo

Chapter 15

"Like hell she wouldn't kill us. I think the twins would make things worse. Sure, we could restrain her, but let's not have her freak out in the first place, yes?" Spencer asked, ignoring the sass for now.

"She will freak out anyway at some point! It really is a matter of time for that!" Tomala hissed as she almost glared at Spencer, like she wanted to fight but didn't at the same time. She stood and started to walk away when Ra got in her way.

"Where are you going?" He asked and Tomala huffed.

"Simple, to get Mokali." She said like it was not real problem.

"Should I go, or...?" Spencer asked, leaving the question open. Ra shook his head, and Spencer shrugged, sitting himself on the couch. He pointed at Amelia, "The challenge still stands for when this is over. I need to test your mettle, see if the Order is even worth my time." Spencer smirked, but hoping inside he wouldn't eat those words later.

Amelia shrugged and just got off the ground where she was sitting. "I'm not sure if you can stop me from failing. Alaric kicks my ass so many time no matter how much I train." She said and showed Spencer her weapon, a whip.

"Well, I've never fought a whip user, and everyone is a new fighter. Sure, I could likely give Alaric a tough time, and he beats you, but the ABC logic doesn't work." Spencer explained drawing his sword and cleaning it with a handkerchief that he pulled from his lapel.

"Oh yeah, Alaric, anywhere I could change clothes? I'd rather not fight in my Sunday best." Alaric nodded, and pointed to the bathroom down the hall.

Amelia used magic to change into her sparring gear and rolled her shoulders.
"You get changed and we could warm up before we spar."

"Sounds good." Spencer said, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Furorem invisible, floated his usual gear to him, and the young Ambassador grabbed it. He closed and locked the door, stripped, and started putting on his better clothes.

Amelia looked over at Alaric and sighed, like she knew she was going to get her ass kicked. "Don't laugh when he wins..." She told him and pointed a finger. "I'm serious! I will still try to kick your ass and fail like always."

"You really need to have more confidence in yourself. You forget that with the Spirits, which he won't use most likely due to pride, he is only 25 years old." Alaric pointed out.

"And I faced gods before." Amelia agreed. Alaric nodded,

"Come on, you can kick my great times 104 grandson's butt." Alaric said, for encouragement. Spencer walked in, wearing a purple T-shirt, grey athletic pants, bandages on his hands, and a silver scarf.

"Ok, follow me. I have a place in mind." Spencer said, leaping out the window.

Amelia shrugged and followed, looking at Alaric and doing a small salute. Ra walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Is she taken?" He asked as he watched the young man and older godslayer take off to where they were going.

Spencer hit the ground and took off, running at 40 mph to see if Amelia could keep up. She could, so he went faster. 70 mph, still fine. 100 mph, Spencer was starting to worry. And then she sped past him, smiling easily. Spencer was shocked, but growled and went faster. 120, 135, 150 mph, and still Spencer couldn't pull ahead.

"Jeez, how fast is this lady?" Spencer asked himself. Then Amelia slowed slightly, realizing Spencer was the only one who knew where they were going. Still the message was clear, she was much faster than she looked.

"Remember kid, I had to face gods! I was the one to kill the goddess of speed!" Amelia said and smirked in a sly manner. "Where are we going anyway?"