Tome of Paladins : The DawnLight

03. I Can Handle It

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*Clack-clack-clack*

The sphere that started to clacking apart then bit by bit spreading over, crawling on Tori fingers and wrists with glace of its metallic fibers. It sizzling like a snake slithering on the solid surface of the earth, and like a network of fine threads of a spiders it following the framework of his arm bones till it reached half the way to his elbow.

*Clack*

It ended in a way that made his hands seems covered with another skeleton arms that had pigments of a black marsh that reflected the shining of the natural satellite, covered above in the sky and that is the period by which people stopping in their dreams or resting on their comfy bed. There's also steel plate at the back of his hands that look like a shield.

Rotating his wrists, stretching his fingers out to open then back clenching his grip, he's checking if there is any that may harm or put him in situation unwarranted for, that one way or another could put his life on a zone where the possibility of suffering a harm or injury is slightly increased. Though the probability of such things happen are more to the lower side, since the people who prepared this for him are an absolute professional mechanic and weapon enthusiasm that so far for him could be trusted.

Of course, it wasn't only for him.

'I don't know how they could even made it seems alive. It doesn't even hurting me when I'm used it to attack.'

While thinking inside his mind, he already backing away from the wall with low tapping step of his until he gained enough distance to do what he intended to do accompanied by the earthy, musky and woody smell that fragrant is everywhere around the atmosphere where he's now located.

Then.

His heart started to pulsating faster and faster like clamorous piece of a musical drums, and roaring of a tiger baring its fang menacingly that put his entire body stimulated to passing its limit, beyond what humans could possibly done.

And following of such a thrill and throbbing sensation of an engine that heating his physique up above, he put his feet toward the front and running fast approaching the wall that had the height of sixteen feet.

Stepping on the hard surface that slightly bumpy because it contained some rounded rock fragments that coarser than sand, other rough dark brown materials, alongside unwanted green wild plant that stood and grown around like a mess of disorganized cannon fodder, he then jump with an agile step of a cat and move with a strong powerful propel like a leopard while lowering the centre of his gravity.

By the powerful force from the run, he managed to step on the wall while putting his strength to lift himself up above.

With ease, he finding his hands right on top of the walls with its grainy touch, climbing like a primates of the old and slock like a dorking screech of an eagle that findin' his prey.

On the walls up above, he survey around like an incisive practice of a hawk with his glasses that had similar colour with sapphire, which is actually a gear that had many uses like zooming on particular images, night visions, or identify any presence of devices by scanning electronics processing inside anything that the spectacles put its eyes on, that in this case now is stuff like a cameras or anything that may camouflaged themselves to guard this cranky place, based it by the data assignment that already given to him.

Finding nothing, the next thing he done is by letting himself fall to the ground inside of the massive, mouldy, and sickly looking area, evidence of all the dirt on the walls like a toffee pancakes, some suspicious looking fungal that colour are slightly off which make it more like some splash of yellow raw egg yolk or some fa*ces.

'Gross.'

Alongside with it, he noticed there's some smoky and acrid smell that clearly came from the building facing him right now, and…

Wait a minute.

He got some antiseptic and citrusy smell that scent mixed with what supposed to filthy reek on the construction right in front of him.

He stepping slowly with his toes, avoiding some suspicious looking shape on the ground with muffled tapping step off cats, all the while trying to put a relaxed attitude with his upright shoulder on the shaggy soil while putting his awareness to the max.

Step step step.

Looking left and right. Zooming here and there.

But then.

He stopped.

Slightly, he tilted his head.

Perplexed of how there seems to be none of the sign he expected, which by all means surely could put his spirit up by kicking and bashing on someone's head.

'Where's everyone.'

His spectacles still aren't even catching anything that might be a surveillance.

'Seems their so confident that doesn't even put a slight guard or they just blindly dumb that this mission will going to be a breeze.'

He approaching one of the windows on the lowest floor that hinges seems to be screaming like some maidens on a jumping ships, barely hanging there. In short, it's look pathetic. And dirty too with some colour of brownish chocolate ganache and black coffee that seems to be a particular failed trial of an effort to made a cappuccino.

'Oh. There it is.'

He found some hazy, bleary sound of conversations the closer he got.

There's some sound of people guffawing, noisy murmur of unrecognizable voice from his distance where he's now caught by his ear, and…

And…

The sound of delighted moans and pleasant grunts from few mans and womens. (No description 'cause please all of you especially grown man who read this now are in need to keep your positivity straight on and moving forward like what a gentleman should. Our MC here is still a minor, you hear me. pffft)

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That for a moment put him slightly awkward, but he swiftly slapped it back to the side.

He peeked to the interior of the inside.

No one.

With some chairs, table, and some torn fabrics that clutters and lying about in an untidy mass, added with some unrecognizable things inside.

There's also light that illuminated faintly from the closed doors where he recognized as the source of the sounds that part of it feels jarring on his ears.

He then pressing the side of his head or specifically his ears where an earpiece is attached there.

"Report, Tori's here. I'm inside. There's seems nothing here that warrant more than just me to handle it. How's the other. Did the Main Group found it? Shouldn't now I proceed by apprehended them all."

"Easy Tori. And yes, they now already fighting on the marked place. So go and just beat their ass front and back. No worries since anyone on that goddarnn place are those who off from the police custodies."

"Alright."

"And one more thing to say Astoria, and that is be careful."

He grunted hearing that, followed shortly by straight away ignored his last word that feels unnecessary and with full of exaggerated concern, 'I can handle it.'

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