City of inheritance

Game in the field

 

The snake did not deceive, feeling the experiences of the city turned out to be not the most pleasant thing in the world. Especially at first. Towards the evening of the second day, Khiyat got used to it a little and stopped twitching in response to any sensation. And my head didn't hurt anymore. But the ease with which it was possible to persuade the city to hide the presence of Ladai within its walls was even frightening, until by some very tortuous paths it dawned on Khiyat that no one would be able to hide from him like that. After that, he felt like an idiot and decided from now on to carefully consider everything that comes to mind.

Ladai, unfortunately, did not refuse the idea of ​​scaring the information provider to the collectors. Moreover, he began to hurry his friend, reminding him that a letter would arrive soon, and it would not be easy to get a former teacher in the fortress at the council. Khiyat, who at that moment was not up to the suffering of Ladai, because the city was once again frightened of something, widely dismissed his friend and sent him to do whatever he pleases. Though in the women's bath to peep. Magicians will not sense him if he does not become impudent and leave traces that are too telling, destroy something or use energetically saturated weaves. Khiyat also advised against conducting rituals, however, the last friend was not upset at all. He was full of rituals for a long time.

Probably should have asked at that moment what exactly Ladai was going to do. Maybe he wouldn't even lie. But Khiyat first tried to figure out what happened to the city, then, making sure that the alarm was again false, he thought about how to learn to separate the important from all the nonsense. Moreover, nothing important had happened yet, there was nothing to compare with, and the problem seemed complicated.

And then another trouble proudly and adamantly entered Hiyat's life. I must say, a pretty and sometimes sweet nuisance, but it upset me the most. Because a girl who is looking for an excuse to hit a man is not the best thing that can happen to this man. And it is unworthy to run away from her, and it is wrong to strike back, and it is unwise to hope for something else. Especially if you know where her interest came from and I am sure that soon there will be no trace of this interest. You will be the one to blame for everything. It is not clear, however, in what, but it is necessary. Girls - they are, they definitely need someone to blame.

I had to think more about this problem.

The first thought that came to mind was probably the smartest. Khiyat decided to avoid his pushy problem in every possible way. Temporarily.

Fate did not like his intelligence. Or maybe Liiran in some incomprehensible way considered this clever idea or sensed it. Or just unlucky at the wrong time to catch his eye. The leader of the group went angry in the morning, and he is not alone. It has gotten into someone's mind, in some council, that groups made up of minors who haven't passed the adult test are actually more trouble than they're worth. So it was, of course, but it was somewhat wrong to blame the leading groups for this. And the need to educate wards seemed like an undeserved punishment. And how could an inexperienced leader - in most cases, it was the inexperienced who worked with groups that consisted entirely of minors - who could educate someone? If the teachers failed...

In general, when the confused courier made Liiran happy with the fact that he urgently needs to find two idiots and send them to the lighthouse of the spare bay to clean the mirrors and change the crystals, the leader, without hesitating for a second, pointed his finger first at Hiyat, and then at Dorana . He also explained his choice. The girl was punished by cleaning mirrors for someone's nose rolled to one side, and the guy was made happy with work for his absent look. I didn't want to argue with him, maybe he could come up with something more entertaining, Liiran never suffered from a lack of imagination. Hiyat had to take a breath and go. Do not forget to promise yourself, confess everything to your companion. Maybe even understand and will not try to kill. It all happened quite by accident.

Dorana did a quick job cleaning the mirrors. I activated the amulets, climbed up the narrow ladder to the upper level, made sure that the mirrors were brightening, and there was no excess energy coming in anywhere, went down, and after the beep, turned off the amulets. Bad job. Three hours to climb the mountain in order to act on the amulets twice. And then you have to go down. To teach these amulets to turn on themselves when necessary and turn off when their work is done. Then everything would be good and right.

The girl snorted indignantly towards the cleaned mirrors and looked at her silent companion. He got a long and painstaking work, now he will have to wait until he finishes. It's not worth pushing in this case, and it's pointless.

Khiyat deftly, as if he was doing something like this every day, pulled the crystals out of the sockets with two fingers, put them into the bag given by Liiran without looking, took out others in return and pushed them into the empty circles of connectors with a click. There is such a blissful expression on his face, as if only his body is present in the lighthouse tower, and his mind is somewhere far, far away, and he feels good there. This pissed off Doran. All the way he was thoughtfully silent, it was even scary to talk to him, or rather, uncomfortable - it seemed that he would not hear. And now he is silent. Hit him on the head to bring him to his senses.

As if responding to Dorana's thoughts, thunder rumbled outside. It seems that a cloud that hung over the sea for half a day decided to honor the island with its presence. Now we have to wait out the downpour, as if there were no other things to do.

The girl shook her head and went to the loophole. The scenery did not please her. The black cloud had not yet reached the island, but judging by its speed, it was going to do it as quickly as possible. They won't make it down the mountain before it rains, even if Khiyat finishes changing the crystals right now. We'll have to wait out the bad weather in the tower. Going crazy with boredom. In the company of a waterman hovering in the clouds.

Or is it nature that gives time to try to get Hiyata to talk?

"We'll see," said the girl, and looked. First on the cloud, then on the guy.

Khiyat also became interested in Grom. No, he changed the crystals all the same automatically, but something similar to an interest in the outside world appeared on his face.

“The storm is coming,” Dorana said.

“Ah,” the waterman replied indifferently.

- What do we do? the girl asked, until he was withdrawn into himself again.

- Wait out.

And a shrug. Like, what else can be done in this situation?

Dorana wanted to hit Hiyat. Beat until he falls, and then also kick with his feet. Maybe he's kidding?

"Bored," the girl made another attempt.

In response, he nodded thoughtfully and stared at the crystal in his hand with interest, as if he had just realized what he was doing.

Dorana sighed heavily. And how to communicate with such? And does she need it?

In the end, Khiyat finished his work. He allowed himself to be taken to the lower level and even seated at the table. Then, somewhat surprised, he looked at the girl seething with anger and deigned to ask:

- Something happened?

- Boring! Dorana barked and waved her hand in the direction of the barred window, behind which the rain was already roaring. — I hate the rains, which make you sit where there is absolutely nothing to do. Let's do something.

Khiyat blinked and hatched with such doubt on his face, as if she had just confessed her mental retardation. I wonder what he thought? Although it is clear what. Almost. What do men usually think about? About the same. But this is Khiyat, so there may be options.

- What's the plan? the guy asked cautiously.

— Bolvan! - Dorana imprinted and looked around the small room in which the lighthouse attendants used to while away the time, until one of the councils decided that it would be easier to lock it up and hang a bunch of protections. Moreover, there is nothing to steal here, and seizing the lighthouse, plotting something bad against the city, and along the way attracting attention to yourself, seems to be unwise. It is impossible to hack the protection imperceptibly. Even a collector can't do that. And some pirates from the mainland will not be able to crack it in principle. She'd rather hack them to death.

The room was dusty in places and streaked in places, as if someone inept was trying to put things in order here. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, some rubbish lay on the shelves, mixed with spare parts for mirrors and discharged crystals forgotten by someone. Attention was attracted only by a pot-bellied box. In these, maps of areas and plates for playing the "Field" are folded.

And Dorana really hoped that someone did not decide to use this box for something else. For example, he brought lunch in it, which he safely forgot about. And now mold has grown in a riotous color.

Didn't decide. The box contained three standard maps of some kingdoms formed on the territory of the former Empire, and two more maps of the native island, rather sloppily drawn by someone. And there were plates. Small, triangular, as many as four sets, although usually two people play in the "Field". Even as a threesome it's too easy to get confused.

They say that some brilliant military leader of the former Empire came up with this game. He trained students in tactics and strategy so much when he became quite old and decrepit. He was bored. And then his cards with records turned into a game. Although even now some kingdom army commanders are trying to use it for planning. Dorana was wondering how? Worth mentioning magicians in the service of those kingdoms are unlikely to be found, and without magicians, the game loses all meaning. The weather will not change at the request of some commander, a wall will not grow in the way of a foreign army, and the change of color becomes an empty phrase, because not a single element can strengthen or weaken anyone.

Are we playing? Dorana asked, slamming the box on the table and smiling at Hiyat affectionately, affectionately, as if he were another candidate for a broken jaw.

- We play, - the guy was not scared a bit. Even smiled for some reason.

Correctly smiles, it suits him. Yes, and there is nothing more to do here anyway.

What are we playing for? Dorana asked, deftly laying out multi-colored triangles, marked with some kind of flower, on her side of the map of the island. So it is more familiar, with her brothers she always played in her native territory. Well them, those kingdoms.

“I don’t know,” Khiyat said thoughtfully. I don't have anything worthy of my own.

I wonder what this guy would consider worthy of losing to Dorana Pai? Very interesting.

- Nothing at all? The girl showed interest.

- Of course, there is, but it's just rubbish that should have been thrown away a long time ago.

"Dams," the girl said grimly. To be honest, she didn’t even have trash with her, she didn’t know that she needed to take it with her. Playing just like that is not interesting. Playing for slits or stupid desires is too childish. And what are almost already adults playing, who, in order to fully grow up, only have to pass the exam and get a chain? Especially if one of these people is convinced that the opponent has no chance of winning? Right! - Let's get undressed. The loser removes a piece of clothing. The winner decides whether to continue the game.

Khiyat looked at her strangely.

- OK. Agree.

Triangles marked with a stylized dragon fell on the field instantly. Khiyat hardly even looked at them while laying them out. And he was smiling too. Such an expectant smile. Are you sure you will win?

Someone definitely underestimates someone, the girl realized. I wonder who wins?

Who underestimated whom, it became clear pretty soon. Dorana lost three times in a row, made the empty chair happy with a jacket and boots, and at the same time she could not understand how a practically won game turned into a lost one. For the fourth time, Khiyat lost. Dorana suspected that she had lost on purpose so that she would have a chance to change her mind before it was too late. Caring like that. And smiling. Gad.

Dorana did not want to change her mind. Not that she hoped for some kind of miracle, she just became interested in what this polite smart guy would do next, and how soon she would have to use a terrible female weapon - in the sense, a small-looking fist, reinforced by the elements of earth and an amulet ring donated by her brother.

Probably, Khiyat believed in the prudence of his opponent, because he periodically lost and looked trustingly, like a puppy at his mistress. Dorana just chuckled. Most of the clothes migrated to the chair, there were no decorations that could be passed off as a detail of the toilet. In any case, she was not going to take off the ring, because she was firmly convinced that the guys are always stronger, and a weak girl without a sword in her hands can only cope with them by intensifying the blow. Not fair? And when a hefty man paws a cornered sixteen-year-old girl, is it very fair? Let them say thank you that they did not send their brothers to take revenge. In general, the best tactic with men is to hit without looking and run. If you hit it right, it's unlikely to catch up.

In general, it was possible to lose only two more times. Dorane. Khiyat could still lose and lose. Which he did again.

- Solution? Khiyat asked, defiantly examining her opponent from head to toe.

- Let's play! Dorana didn't give up. Found something to confuse.

Khiyat sighed and instead of putting another pendant of unknown purpose, of which he had a great many, on the table, he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Strange!” thought the girl. When did he manage to build muscle on his skeleton? And most importantly, where did that scar near the collarbone come from? It looks like he was stabbed with a knife. Such a sliding blow, but the cut turned out to be deep. And then, someone very smart, instead of sewing it up, sealed it with medical glue and bandaged it, hoping that it would heal itself. Fortunately, it healed, but the scar remained. Moreover, the scar is not new, it definitely flaunts there for several years.

Khiyat stretched, Dorana, with the look of a buyer choosing a horse, admired his torso, and they continued the game.

Color change. Attacking enemy armor and losing again. Yes, he needs to command the army - the girl understood. How does he manage to lead her into a trap every time? She beats all her brothers, even her cousins, but they play well in Pol.

Khiyat watched with visible pleasure as Dorana took off the upper part of her underwear, although not the most beautiful in the world, but tight-fitting body, very comfortable and specially designed for such overly mobile girls. He wisely refrained from commenting. He placed triangles with dragons with an absent-minded smile, after which he took it and won one more time. Gad!

Dorana sighed, looked at her opponent, who calmly awaited her actions. He even put his head on his hand. Still hoping that she would start to protest and get out? Ha!

“You have nothing more to lose,” said Khiyat, having watched the striptease to the end.

- AND?..

— What will you do next?

The girl would like to proudly say - I'll start winning! - but it's unlikely to work. But admit defeat? It will cost!

“I offer a wish,” Dorana said irritably.

— Any? Khiyat said.

And his smile became so contented, contented. Like a cat clawing a bird.

The girl chuckled softly. Oh well. It remains to be seen who will enjoy it. Girls, as you know, have a changeable character, and they can change their minds.

“Any,” Dorana agreed graciously. What if he would be prudent and ask her to climb onto the highest roof of the city and shout something unintelligible? Or make scrambled eggs fry. Or clean his room. The boys, judging by her brothers, do not like to clean up, they always strive to make someone happy with this duty.

“All right,” Khiyat agreed and began laying out the records again.

Of course he won. It would be foolish to count on anything else. And then he smiled mockingly, as if he read the evil thoughts of his rival, causing her to blush. He pointed to the window, behind which the sun again shone merrily, as if that cloud had never existed. And wished solemnly so. Yeah, I wished I could get dressed quickly and go down the mountain before it gets dark. At night, you see, it is cold in the tower. Cattle. Nothing to even hit. And Dorana wanted it that way.

It seems that Khiyat is not at all as simple as it seems, and in his case one should not hope for the standard reactions of an ordinary preoccupied cretin. He's not stupid enough to fall into such a simple trap. In general, is he stupid? In general, a person who plays a game so well, in which it is necessary to be able to think logically, understand tactics and strategy, calculate at least seven moves ahead and in no case rely on luck, can be stupid? This should have been thought about.

That's Dorana and thought, all the way. So I didn't think of anything.

Maybe he just doesn't like her, that's how it is. Or he's allergic to redheads. Or maybe he just doesn't like girls. Any. They offended him with something. Or…

“Dorana,” Hiat interjected into the thoughts of his companion.

“What,” she said irritably.

They managed to get down from the mountain. It's almost a city. Rare houses between trees. A scattering of huge boulders left over from the time when some semi-mythical adept of the earth persuaded the mountains to move a little, widening the valley. And the white gate towers, slender and graceful, a real work of architectural art. Another fifteen minutes, and those who returned from the lighthouse would cross the official line of the city of Big Stone, and Hiyat was drawn to talk. He was strange, he was silent all the way, and now he seemed to have decided on something. The face is so stubborn.

“Dorana, I have something to explain.

“Explain,” the girl nodded graciously.

He shook his head, took a deep breath as if about to jump into the water, and explained. Explained everything she already knew.

"I think you think you like me," the boy said carefully. “Only, you don’t really like me. You saw me talking to water, and sometimes it affects girls like this. I do not know why. Maybe I merge with water for a moment ...

- AND?

“It will pass soon,” Khiyat said guiltily.

— Soon? Do you know exactly? Dorana asked.

It's interesting. If he is so confident, then he already has experience. Surely there is. Perhaps it is because of this experience that he is so strange.

“Maximum six months, or rather a little less,” said the guy.

And the voice is sad, sad. Bad experience, probably.

- Has this happened before? the girl clarified.

“Well, yes,” Khiyat admitted. He also nodded so that his companion would not doubt.

- How did it end? she asked.

— Nothing.

- Absolutely nothing?

“Exactly,” the boy said confidently.

“Give me the details, otherwise I won’t leave,” Dorana said stubbornly.

It's really interesting. Maybe someone offended him there, creating problems for all the girls who want to get close to him.

Hiat smiled.

— Details? he asked. - Nothing special. Three times I ran and hid until they lost interest in me. Once I decided to check, suddenly something sensible will turn out, it would be better not to check.

It sounded like a sentence. It seems that for him the girls who rush into his water have been something of a universal evil ever since.

- Khiyat.

- A?

“I know what I saw, calm down. Dorana tried to feign indifference, but it didn't work out very well. - That's just ... If you knew how your conversations with water affect girls, why did you agree to play? You knew you wouldn't lose!

Hey, anger, where are you? You really need to get angry in order to feel and realize.

Khiyat smiled brightly and joyfully.

- Understood. Therefore, he agreed. It was a beautiful sight. And I gave you chances to change your mind, you yourself did not want to.

- Men! Dorana snorted, and proudly turning up her nose, she walked to the gates of the city.

And he turns out to be nice. On my own. Without elements. I would like to understand what is really going on in his head. He is not a fool at all, he just often behaves inappropriately to the situation, always thinking about something extraneous, busy with something incomprehensible. AND…

Dorana turned around, glanced at the guy.

And he's cute, too. And the brake. Immense. Or maybe they just haven’t come up with a measure for such brakes yet.

Outside the city gates, Dorana had to wait for him, because Hiyat took it into his head to admire the archway. Then silently trot after him through the lanes, thinking about how to push the responsibility of reporting on the work done and what useful things to do at this time on him. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. Doran knew how to persuade guys, but in this case you can’t be sure of anything.

— Khiyat, did you immediately decide to tell me about the effects of water? - the girl finally began negotiations, hoping that further it would somehow develop on its own, and it would be possible to go home with a clear conscience.

“When I noticed,” the guy said.

He stopped and began to look uncertainly at the blank fences on both sides of the street and the branches of apple trees hanging over them. Dorana also looked around, but did not see anything interesting. He probably did too, because he looked first at the sky, then at his feet.

Maybe he's trying to change the topic of conversation? Or does it draw attention away from you? Stupid somehow, but this is Khiyat.

The girl smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Thanks, you're a good guy," she said heartily and kissed her cheek.

He didn't react. He did not react at all, as if he did not notice. And that was already an insult.

- Hey! Dorana called, pulled his hair and received such a surprised look in response, as if he did not even suspect that a girl was standing nearby. - Wow…

To keep himself from taking a step back, and then generally shamefully running away, Dorana managed with great difficulty. She had the feeling that she had just accidentally encountered something large and incomprehensible, but dangerous.

- Hey! the girl called again.

The boy didn't react, just stared into nowhere, right through her. It pissed me off.

- Ah well…

I didn’t want to beat him, I didn’t seem to do anything, so she made another attempt. She kissed her again, again on the cheek, and also tried to get into the same place.

Khiyat rubbed his cheek and gave him a surprised look. I thought for a bit and said:

- It's an infection...

And before Dorana figured out how to react to this, he took off and ran somewhere. The only thing left for the girl was to stand in the middle of the street and blink her eyes dumbfounded.

“What an infection,” she repeated Hiyata’s phrase, realizing that it was she who would have to report, not to catch this lunatic. “You will pay me for this. Idiot! Stupid! Jerk! Virgin!

I wanted to laugh out loud. The only thing that stopped him was that he could not escape at all from a girl pestering with kisses on the cheek. Initially, he stopped because it was not because of this. Maybe he remembered something important and urgent.

But that still didn't excuse him. I could spend a few seconds and say where and why he is running. Or at least let him know that he really needs it.

“Yeah, he has diarrhea,” Dorana diagnosed and dejectedly trudged off to report and come up with a punishment for Khiyat.

Because it cannot be left unpunished.

It looked like a blow to the head. And a wall, or a fallen ceiling. Dorana was saying something nearby, and a bell was ringing in Hiyat's head. And the sound was reflected from the fences, making it difficult to concentrate and understand where it came from and what was happening in general.

And there was also a feeling that he was somewhere late. Or it's about to be late. Something must happen. Something important. Or something that better not happen.

Where this feeling came from, he didn't know. Maybe the city is trying to suggest something? Draws attention to something? Well, why?

Khiyat looked at the fences and again tried to concentrate.

Here is the wind. He rustles the leaves of trees, drives small dust whirlwinds, pulls his hair ... Or pulls Doran's hair? And why should she?

I had to focus on the girl in order to try to understand what she wants, although she was drawn in some other direction. It was not possible to focus completely on the satellite. For some reason Dorana kissed her on the cheek and said something else. Seems. Khiyat even rubbed the kissed spot to make sure he didn't dream it. Interesting, what is it for? It seems to have explained everything. Weird girl. One gets the impression that she wants to test everything in her own skin, just like Ladai.

Thoughts stumbled over the name of the blond, and it seemed that even the wind stopped so as not to interfere with its movement.

Ladai?

The bell froze for a moment, and then boomed at full power, as if agreeing or trying to praise for quick wits.

And where could Laday be at the moment?

Right. This unfinished avenger, for sure, stumbled exactly where he shouldn't have - to the person whom he wants to take revenge on.

- Here, the infection ... - said Khiyat, and took off, hoping that it was not too late to intervene and do at least something.

The world has narrowed sharply to a bright tunnel, enclosed in something that does not matter, according to sensations. Path. The shortest possible. Then, from somewhere, a wall-fence appeared, over which Khiyat jumped. A branch hit my face, another fence grew. Whether obstacles, or interference. There was no time to think about it, you just had to run, no matter what. You can't be late. If you are late, a friend can do stupid things that he will later regret. Why does he need it?

Khiyat fled.

AND…

And Ladai stepped forward, not taking his eyes off the wide-open frightened eyes. Pathetic cowardly little man. How did he even get in touch with the collectors? After all, he should have died of horror at the mere sight of them. Or is greed in him more than fear? Stronger? Heavier. A fundamental part of his personality.

“You are dead,” the man said.

“I found out,” Ladai breathed, and smiled broadly and unpleasantly, pulling his hood off his head. So that this bastard man does not doubt who is in front of him.

The word sounded harsh, and the man recoiled as if he had been slapped in the face.

- Scary? Ladai hissed, stepping forward again. “I was scared too, very scared. Dying is scary...

The idea of ​​climbing in through the window turned out to be a good one. The lover of writing to the collectors in letters of the dignity of the students of the school really locked himself in his office. True, he did not conduct any experiments there. I just read books of frivolous content, with pictures. Like a boy who is afraid that his parents will catch him doing this.

Departing from Ladai, the school principal forgot the key to the office on the table. He could not seep through the door, so now he rested his back against an obstacle and convulsively pulled the handle. The figure of the guy was illuminated by the setting sun. On the street, someone indignantly scolded someone. The wind stirred the curtains. And Ladai smiled, diligently and predatory, like a restless ghost from a children's horror story. And like that same ghost, he could do almost nothing. All hope was that this bastard would die of fear, but no one was going to please Ladai like that.

"And now what to do with you?" the guy asked thoughtfully.

The director squeaked something unintelligible.

"Die," Ladai wished. “Or is it not enough for you just to contemplate me?” You've probably been watching me for a long time, collecting information. Unless he looked into the soul. And that's... that's a good idea. Do you know what's in my heart?

Tiika stared quite wildly. It seems that the walking dead did not fit well with his soul.

- If you remove all the barriers, without resisting letting someone in, then he will be able to see such that there will be enough impressions for the rest of his life. If, of course, he survives after that. I already tried and survived! And you can't die?!

Ladai took another step. He did not really understand what he was going to do, but he wanted to scare Tiika so that he would go crazy. To regret if he has time. To…

And the worst thing for Ladai was to look at the water of Khiyat. So he just let the headmaster look into himself. More precisely, forced. And Tiika yelled.

The next hurdle was high. Khiyat even thought of going around him, but immediately disappeared, blown away by someone's scream.

— Infection! the guy swore.

Time accelerated sharply and almost ended, and the wall, this time really the wall of the house, swayed towards me. I had to climb, then roll over the window sill, grab Ladai by the hood and punch him in the face, breaking contact with the man whining under the door. The friend slid down the wall and blinked in surprise, as if he did not understand how he had ended up here at all. There was a pounding on the door, and time ran out, completely.

“Infection,” Khiyat groaned, looking around.

Room. Director's office at the school, on the second floor. And you can’t leave unnoticed from here, there are probably already a bunch of spectators who have come running to the scream under the window. They probably didn’t recognize him from the back, but if you try to get down to the ground ...

And you won’t go out through the door, there are those who want to enter knocking. And sitting here is not very smart. The door is rather flimsy, and knockers will soon think of knocking it out.

— Come on! - Khiyat yelled in the face of the fireman and tried to understand how sane he was.

The friend ran his hand over his lip and looked in surprise at the blood on his fingers.

— Come on!

Khiyat grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shook him. I really wanted to hit him again, for prevention.

- Jerk! Idiot! You! Are you realizing what you're doing?! He resisted, he did not want to touch your fire. Yes, you would before he went crazy!

“Payment,” Ladai smiled palely. He didn't seem to have any intention of regretting anything. - You have to pay for everything.

“Now you will pay when the door is broken down,” Khiyat promised gloomily.

It's completely useless to argue with him. Avenger unfinished.

“I thought about how I would retreat,” the fireman said and called softly: “Despo.

Squinting his eyes, Ladai looked out the window, listened to the surprised exclamations for a while, waited for a flashing shadow and commanded:

"Now let's go outside."

And Khiyat jumped. And pulled a friend along. And he was almost not surprised when he found himself on a bird's back.

Although Ladai still wanted to hit. For prevention.