iNeed Communication

Kyran shuddered as he stepped into the neutral grounds. The last time he had been here, mechanical wolves had nearly eaten him. All thanks to whatever Sylvia was doing. He remembered the brief glance of his teacher he had gotten. That felt so long ago now. His teacher had appeared frantic. Could she have been looking for something? Kyran had no way to tell and to tell the truth at the moment it didn't matter. Kyran was tired of sending letters. His editors or publishers hated having to wait for his manuscripts to arrive by mail instead of sending someone to pick them up. As a compromise, they had suggested he get an iLac. It was some kind of newfangled communications device that was supposed to be extremely useful. Kyran would have preferred not to get it but he could see the merits in gaining such a device. It would stop all the letters he had to send not to mention the wait time that each letter required. Kyran hoped this would also stop his brother from intercepting every letter Kyran sent. He had discovered a spy going through each of his letters a few days ago when he had entered the apartment he rented on Fiore. Ahriman had quite enjoyed what had followed after. This event had also pushed Kyran's need for a new way to communicate. Gaia, his girlfriend, may have been yet another reason for getting an iLac. So he honestly had quite the plethora of reasons to get an iLac.

Ahriman yawned in boredom as Kyran traversed the grey landscape of the neutral grounds. "Fight?" The wolf growled. Kyran sighed softly as he approached the small village where the iLac was sold. The wolf wasn't all that original anymore. Perhaps the wolf only gained intelligence as Kyran fought. The redhead had no way of knowing. As he approached, Kyran could see something was very wrong. A group of men with weapons was standing all about the area near where the iLacs were sold. Each was standing at the ready or holding their weapon against someone's throat. The merchant that sold the devices was held by one in particular, a sword at his throat. The merchant was blubbering, looking quite unseemly as tears poured down his face. "Looks like you get your wish, Ahriman." Kyran muttered under his breath. The wolf demon leapt with joy. Kyran had no idea what the situation was so he decided to play it cool to begin with.

"Hi there. What's going on here?" He asked faking the cheeriness in his voice. His robes clearly displayed that he was a legal mage with the WFTC logo on the front. The entire clearing froze at his entrance. Those holding swords all had scarves wrapped around their heads, obscuring the lower part of their faces. A few glanced at the one holding the merchant. He--or she, Kyran couldn't tell sex--jerked their chin at Kyran. Those not holding hostages ran at Kyran. He chuckled putting his hands behind his back. He sidestepped the first attacker. The second was tripped. Kyran moved away from the wild strike his third attacker tried to make. The man bent over from the force of his momentum. Kyran's foot clipped the attacker's chin. The man's eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed. The fourth bandit was rather intelligent. He was hovering out of Kyran's attack range, his sword at the ready. Kyran bandied with the man slowly moving backward. Keeping his eyes locked onto the man's eyes, he kicked the head of his first downed attacker. Ahriman roared letting Kyran know of danger. A quick shuffle step took him out of immediate danger. The attacker he had sidestepped had tried to attack again. Kyran launched himself upward. The woman went down after the top of Kyran's foot slammed into her temple. Only then did he take his hands from behind his back. Smirking at his final remaining opponent, Kyran made a 'come on' motion. The man charged forward. Ahriman and Kyran chuckled together. A step inside the swing, a fist to the jaw and down.

"Now that you've seen my skill without magic or weapons of any kind, perhaps you would all like to put your weapons down?" Kyran asked politely. Some of the bandits immediately dropped their weapons. Others pulled away from hostages or stepped forward to fight. Kyran gave them a grin and as one they all charged. Kyran danced among them. He needed barely expend any real effort to defeat them. One after another they fell. Kyran really only struggled when the bandit captain stepped in. She, as Kyran found out, was a fighter above the rest. His dagger was forced to be drawn. Otherwise, Kyran would have been decapitated. "You are quite good" Kyran said, slamming his foot into the side of her knee. She cried out, staggering away. Kyran kicked her in the stomach, slamming the woman into a wall. "I'd like to fight you again sometime. Provided you're not still in jail in a few years." He smiled before knocking her unconscious.

With the bandits out of the way, Kyran turned to the iLac merchant. "I'd like to purchase-" The merchant shoved one into his hand while shaking the other one vigorously. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. No need to pay kind sir, you saved me!" The merchant said happily before he swept away. Kyran looked down at the rectangular device in his hand. What an odd contraption. At least he had it now. He could get out of the neutral grounds. Perhaps he should call some kind of militia or police on his way out. That way the bandits couldn't escape to wreck havoc another day.

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