!b0vpMZLBb6 04/23/12(Mon)18:12 No.18832922|
"Who dares, wins." I say, drawing a small pistol and sliding the ammo into place. Pulling the slide and slipping it into a prepared holster, I step to the edge of the roof. "Eastern shore, if everything fails. Clear?"
"Understood." he says, holding out one hand. He carries me, one arm under my back, the other under my knees, and drops. As soon as I'm on solid ground again, he leaps back to the roof. This whole time I've been building the prana in my Crest for a massive blast of Entropy, as I run into the fog. This time, when I unleash it, it's not just magically visible - it's a visual distortion, a ripple of dark and shining energy.
The fog looms in, but soon, a roar follows, and it's blasted away. The area around me is clear again in the light of the dawning sun, as I hastily look around. There... It's faint, but it's there. I run.
A police officer stands next to a magic circle - not one he made, but one that looks like a reaction of the world to quantify a magical effect. He's staring at it, a cigarette in his lips. There's a gun in his hand, and the Command Seals sit there, like bizarre, red slashes that reach his knuckles.
"Give up your seals." he says simply. "I'd hate to kill a woman."
Goddamnit, I hate when they leap to that.