It was a rather unpleasant morning, with hot and humid weather that made everyone out and about sweat profusely and their clothes sticking to their sweat bodies. There was barely a cloud in the blue skies, and the roadside stalls selling beverages were experiencing a boom in their business as people couldn’t stand the heat and had to settle for some cool drinks to lower their temperature. Izou wasn’t faring that well either, sitting at the front tables of a small coffee shop, drinking his iced latte.
Sweat still dripped from his brows as he sipped on his iced drink, a terribly frustrated look on his face. The hoodie that he would usually wear was already stripped off and placed on the chair beside him, leaving him in just a white short sleeved T-shirt. He had been stationed in Clover Town for the past week, his hands full working on a mission that involved a group of masked men that was also called the Masked Guild. They were a dark guild of unknown origins and background, but for the past week, they had been wreaking havoc in Clover.
He didn’t know their intentions but in this one week, members of the Masked Guild had been creating havoc all over Clover and all of the time, those were merely distractions. Their main goal was to breach the Guild Masters Hall in Clover Town, but none of them had revealed their plans when Izou captured them. So far there had already been five of them in the town’s prison, to be sent away to Amber Island when all this was over.
And today, as always, Izou was seated on the second floor balcony of the narrow coffee shop, right in the path of the sun’s rays while looking at the Guild Masters Hall opposite. He had only been notified of the job three days after the first attack, which meant he had encountered the members of the Masked Guilds twice in the remaining four days of the week with the third encounter taking place two days ago. He had been sitting in the coffee shop since, ordering cup after cup of coffee, waiting for the members of the Masked Guild to arrive.
Three more cups later in the sweltering heat, his patience paid off. Five men, armed with spears, dressed in black cloaks and with a silver mask covering their face, appeared sneakily from an isolated alley and made a beeline for the entrance to the Guild Masters Hall.
“Wow, how dumb can they be?” Izou commented to no one, and then to the waiter tending to the second floor, “Aida, I will be right back!”
With that Izou placed his right hand on the balcony and vaulted over it before leaping off the balcony. As he flew through the air, the Dies Irae mage’s body was engulfed in orange light, spiralling from top to bottom. A long red beam of light appeared in Izou’s right hand and when all the light had died out, the knight errant landed on the ground in a crouch before charging at the five men, fully dressed in his red, silver and blue armor equipped with a red spear.
“Sky Strike! Dragon Tooth! Falling Flower Palm!” the young knight shouted out in rapid succession, the frustration from the heat and wait boiling over into his enthusiasm for combat. The first cloaked mage that stood in his way was treated to a diagonal slash aimed upwards, Izou performing the slash with a single hand on his spear while he moved. The spell threw the cloaked mage up into the air before he came crashing back down to the ground. By the time he struggled to get to his feet, Izou had already moved to the second target running at him, pulling his spear back slightly before thrusting it forward to stab into the target and push him back. The third one attacking from the left was accounted for as well, as Izou pushed his left arm with his open palm to the side, blasting the mage with a burst of energy from his palm.
The remaining two cloaked men exchanged a glance with each other before splitting up to run in separate directions. Each one pulled up one of their fallen teammates as they escaped, helping them up to flee as well. Without the sufficient manpower to hold them down, Izou could only click his tongue in anger and turned to the one they had left behind. He had been the one hit by Dragon Tooth and even if he had tried to flee, he would have been too slow.
When he was finally done with the interrogation, Izou quickly pulled up his iLac and sent a message to his Guild Leader, Ambassador Johann.
“Boss. Need more men. Clover Town. Dark guild wreaking havoc.”
[807 words]
[Total WC: 807 / 14000]
Sweat still dripped from his brows as he sipped on his iced drink, a terribly frustrated look on his face. The hoodie that he would usually wear was already stripped off and placed on the chair beside him, leaving him in just a white short sleeved T-shirt. He had been stationed in Clover Town for the past week, his hands full working on a mission that involved a group of masked men that was also called the Masked Guild. They were a dark guild of unknown origins and background, but for the past week, they had been wreaking havoc in Clover.
He didn’t know their intentions but in this one week, members of the Masked Guild had been creating havoc all over Clover and all of the time, those were merely distractions. Their main goal was to breach the Guild Masters Hall in Clover Town, but none of them had revealed their plans when Izou captured them. So far there had already been five of them in the town’s prison, to be sent away to Amber Island when all this was over.
And today, as always, Izou was seated on the second floor balcony of the narrow coffee shop, right in the path of the sun’s rays while looking at the Guild Masters Hall opposite. He had only been notified of the job three days after the first attack, which meant he had encountered the members of the Masked Guilds twice in the remaining four days of the week with the third encounter taking place two days ago. He had been sitting in the coffee shop since, ordering cup after cup of coffee, waiting for the members of the Masked Guild to arrive.
Three more cups later in the sweltering heat, his patience paid off. Five men, armed with spears, dressed in black cloaks and with a silver mask covering their face, appeared sneakily from an isolated alley and made a beeline for the entrance to the Guild Masters Hall.
“Wow, how dumb can they be?” Izou commented to no one, and then to the waiter tending to the second floor, “Aida, I will be right back!”
With that Izou placed his right hand on the balcony and vaulted over it before leaping off the balcony. As he flew through the air, the Dies Irae mage’s body was engulfed in orange light, spiralling from top to bottom. A long red beam of light appeared in Izou’s right hand and when all the light had died out, the knight errant landed on the ground in a crouch before charging at the five men, fully dressed in his red, silver and blue armor equipped with a red spear.
“Sky Strike! Dragon Tooth! Falling Flower Palm!” the young knight shouted out in rapid succession, the frustration from the heat and wait boiling over into his enthusiasm for combat. The first cloaked mage that stood in his way was treated to a diagonal slash aimed upwards, Izou performing the slash with a single hand on his spear while he moved. The spell threw the cloaked mage up into the air before he came crashing back down to the ground. By the time he struggled to get to his feet, Izou had already moved to the second target running at him, pulling his spear back slightly before thrusting it forward to stab into the target and push him back. The third one attacking from the left was accounted for as well, as Izou pushed his left arm with his open palm to the side, blasting the mage with a burst of energy from his palm.
The remaining two cloaked men exchanged a glance with each other before splitting up to run in separate directions. Each one pulled up one of their fallen teammates as they escaped, helping them up to flee as well. Without the sufficient manpower to hold them down, Izou could only click his tongue in anger and turned to the one they had left behind. He had been the one hit by Dragon Tooth and even if he had tried to flee, he would have been too slow.
When he was finally done with the interrogation, Izou quickly pulled up his iLac and sent a message to his Guild Leader, Ambassador Johann.
“Boss. Need more men. Clover Town. Dark guild wreaking havoc.”
[807 words]
[Total WC: 807 / 14000]
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