Once more they clashed, glittering the area in sparks, they both grunted, like two bulls violently shoving their horns.
"Not bad kid, you can still keep up! I am impressed. With your tiny statue I thought I could easily steamroll ya!" Mr. Luiz laughed, enjoying the battle.
Stuck in a deadlock, Draven knew he was getting nowhere with just his combat skills and his fire ability. Mr. Luiz could even see through his misdirection, for he was a bit faster than what Draven initially thought.
Draven grinned "Sorry to disappoint ya! Hehe, be prepared for more"
"Huh?" he swung his saber across his abdomen.
Draven teleported, descending with a sword, aiming for his head. Mr. Luiz skipped back, diverted his sword to the ground. Mr. Luiz exclaimed "You can teleport?"
Meanwhile, inside Mr. Luiz’s room, Tracy rubbed her eyes, their continuous clashes tickled her ears. She groped the bedsheet in the dark, she whispered "Louis, what is that
While Louis carried Draven to the newly created ward. Draven asked Vernon "Anyway, so much exp did I gain?" Calculating... Killed 15 Level 3 – 24,000 exp Killed 8 Level 4 – 20,000 exp Killed 2 Level 5 - 10,000exp +54,200 exp [Secret Mission Accomplished]: Stealth Kill Skills gained: Shadow Cloak (Time limit 1 minute/ Cool down 25 minutes) Death strike (Unlimited) – open for more information. [Title: Assassin apprentice] [Do you want to equip?] [Yes/No] Joy cracked his sombre expression “Wow what the heck? Fifty. Four. Thousand O.M.G!” “SHIT! SHIT! I AM RICH BABY! Hahaha” Vernon said “Calm down, watch your surroundings” Draven suppressed his outburst but failed to hold back his joy. He took a glance around and noticed Luiz was gone, he sighed. Recovering his rational, Draven asked what was on his mind "Vernon, what is this?" "You completed a mi
Wearily trudged out of the deep woods, they passed through the first check point, as the red boils throbbed on their skin; begging for an itch. Amira whined, scratching her forearms "Ouch, ahh" Malcom said "Amira don't itch! You are just going to make it worse!" pulling her hands away. "But I can't, it feels so good! Ah" Karisa complained to herself "Man, why didn't I bring a yellowmoss mosquito spray instead of the rock-roaches one?" On the other hand, Draven and Liam ahead of them, were unaffected thanks to their abilities, like an electric zapper, they incinerated every stray mosquito into a crisp. Draven impatiently tapped his feet, asked "What's taking them so long?" Liam said "I don't know... Oh look, there they are!" pointing at them from far, leaning against the concrete boundary. Liam ran towards them "What took you guys so long?" Karisa yelled "Oh. Just shut up!" "Yeah. Leave us alone!" Gary supporting her, vo
In a crummy lane, far in the dilapidated slums, filled with a putrid air; his prestigious nose cringed against the cold asphalt, riddled with scanty pot-holes. His dead hand, of black and blue; throbbed to life. Crowded; the slum-kids groped his body and ransacking the supposed-to be dead man of his belongings. In a hushed voice, they divided it among themselves. One of the older kids, "Rrrgh, it’s not coming off!" "Just cut it off!" "Why didn't I think about it?" the laser knife buzzed, as he cut the shiny accessory off and fled, accompted by their departing cheers. Like finding a treasure trove, a little girl squealed and quickly pocketed a pair of shiny sunglasses into her tattered sling bag. Few more joined them, "Hey, those are my shoe!!!" "No, they are mine!" "Leave them. I touched them first"while two boys tugged his left shoe, the others carefully unrobed the corpse of his jacket. Gravitated by their movem
In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled. Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps. Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?" He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette. "Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting. Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!" "Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours. Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her. Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his
Staring at his fake wounds, she calmly said "Draven, what is that?" striking shivers down his spine, he gulped. Draven had seen her anger once and he was a bit glad that he couldn't see her crossed expression. "Uhh... I ... I" he stuttered under the bombardment of his guilt and her fierce aura. Abby said "Draven! Explain" Within his mind, Vernon took pleasure in his host predicament. "Busted!!! Haha" Draven cursed him under his breath. 'I will get you for this you old frog!' Draven sheepishly grinned. "Ahh... Can we talk about this later? I mean over lunch!" Abby's interrogative eyebrows lifted up, she pensively said "Okay... but you are still not off the hook!" and started driving the car. Draven sighed. 'Phew... at least I still have some time to prepare my excuse!' Vernon sarcastically said 'Excuse? Hah Good luck!' 'Why you?' a nerve popped on Draven's forehead. He looked outside, the ca
The last bell finally rang, Draven exited the classroom with the others, mixing with the swarm of students rushing home. Draven avoided the bumping or hitting against someone. It wasn't easy for a blind man to walk within a crowd intersecting from both sides, but somehow, he managed. Suddenly something soft pressed against his chest, he froze, detecting a feminine aura in front of him. "Sor... sorry!" "It's okay... Draven" she croaked, separated herself from him. Recognizing her voice, he blurted "Dominique" She giggled, finding his reaction cute. "Ugh... I am really sorry!" Draven said, looking around to check whether her brother was nearby, he didn't want his friend to think that he had some perverted designs on his sister. Misunderstanding his intentions, she gently cupped his hand, said "It's okay, he isn't here..." Calming himself, Draven said "Where is he?" trying to placate the awkwardness between them. Dominique
Standing in a stalemate, Abby bit her tongue, as her creation struggled to absorb the surge of darkness flowing from his hand. Petrified by his aura, she thought ‘I know he is at least a level or two higher but…’ and took a glimpse of Draven’s pathetic state; hardening her quaking brush. Before the situation could become worse, Arkon said "Dad, please stop! We haven't come here to fight!" gently nudging the Grand Patriarch. "Humph... you are no fun! I just wanted to scare the kitten!" Grand Patriarch puffed his chest. Suppressing his domineering aura, the atmosphere became placate again, or somewhat manageable for Draven’s weaker spirit. Vernon commented "Hmm... your grandpa is somewhat weak for a warmonger. He is just a bloody 7.7 darkness and emotion devourer... Back in my prime, I could squash them like bugs" In compassed by shock, Draven blurted "What did you say?" Vernon yawned "I meant; I can kill him easily"
Draven pressed a button, shifting the car to manual mode, he gripped the steering wheel and turned to park his new car at the side of the road. He walked out of the purple door with a duffle bag around his arm. Seeing him before her, her eyes lit up, she shouted "Hey, Kid!" Resting a hand on the rail, he stood still; seeing a familiar beauty emanate from his apartment. His forehead creased in offense, in a flat tone “Oh. Hi!" Noticing his mood, she persisted and sweetly said "Sorry hunk, I am a bit forgetful. What's your name again? I hope it wasn’t hunk?" bending her back, intentionally letting him see her cleavage. His expression lightened, he replied "Draven. And you?” With a dazzling smile, she exclaimed “You forgot… me? Moi?” “Yeah” She sighed “Whatever, It’s me, Becky” He said “Oh” not surprised, for her name never slipped off his mind. "So, Draven why didn't you answer my calls? I have been