Elementalists
Chapter 172 - Life Drain
The match referee took out a small hourglass from under the sleeve of his robe for the last time before turning again to the team members of The Figment Squadron A. They looked at each other not knowing what to say.
“Hah....this is—“.
“Please! Give us five minutes, I'm sure she'll come soon” Kyra put both hands together hopefully.
Although it looked a bit heavy, the man nodded followed by the disappointed cries of the audience. Ryan and the others were on the podium only able to clench their hands upset, this boy did not understand why his best friend could be late considering that his own head was a bet.
On the Great Witch's seat, there was a heated discussion about the delay. But there are two people who stand out, first Rhilore Lefay looks riled up because the match is now an important thing.
Not without reason, the Holy Fist stayed to have the rest of one representative. That is the opponent of The Figment Squadron soon, but this also wants him to make as a place of revenge to White for his brazen treatment some time ago.
So that caused a dilemma in his heart, if Rhilore threw a protest maybe his team breezed easily to the next round. But he had to let that bastard get away with it.
On the other hand, Iruphior was just smiling casually. Not the least the old man showed a look of anxiety, arrived – in a moment he complained to the sky. As a result the other four Headmasters followed him.
When it also coincided with the end of the rest of the Figment Squadron's delay, the referee raised his hand while counting down.
“Good....three...two....sa—“.
WHOA!!! YOUU!!! JDW!!!
A black shadow landed hard on the arena, causing strong gales of wind as well as dust to scatter all over. People – people began to stand up to try to see better, even almost all who witnessed indirectly brought the face closer to the magic monitor.
“Sorry – sorry to make you wait” he exclaimed when his silhouette began to look behind a puff of sand.
Arya has stood upright while putting both hands in her pants pocket, although quickly – quickly pulled back the protective cloak from all over her body. The high-level Witches could still feel the faint black aura of – faintly settling into the air around where the child stood.
OH!!!
“YOOSSHAA!!” yelled Ikey and Shaqihr happy.
“Fuck you always steal a lot of attention when doing anything Shiro-san” Ryan sighed in relief.
“TUAN ARYA!!! LOOK HERE!!!” the call of Iserish came from nowhere breaking the atmosphere.
The cheers of the audience grew even more crazed, resulting in Arya staring at her surroundings a little scared. Feeling really small when you find hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. He hesitated to ask the judge.
“Eee....The professor? Are we disqualified? They seem to be very happy ahahaha..”.
“Hehehe...you managed to arrive zero point five seconds faster”.
“Waahhh...syukur—“.
GECK!
“Aaww!? Sa...kit!!!”
Arya failed to finish the word – she said because four hard stories landed on her head, with watery eyes she turned and then found Kyra, Sierra, Laura, and, and Bella looked back at him cynically as if saying ‘do you want to say something? Mr...?’.
“Ha.ha.ha. Sorry” the answer is weak.
“Apardon not! Explain the reason why you're late” Kyra nudged her ears out.
“Hei! Oi! Oi! It hurts! Kyp! The ears! Ears!!!”
After explaining the series of events spent three hours in the toilet to help a grandmother carry a pile of groceries then the anger of the four girls died down.
“Eee...apparently Arya likes much older women yes...cih! Hiks!” murmured Laura threw away her face.
“Oi? Don't make people misunderstand so dong!”
“Hmm...if not mistakenly remembered, yesterday I asked you to try my homemade spicy soup right?” Bella spoke while propping up her chin.
“Hah? When's? You gave me a glass of red tea”
“Ahh...right, that's him”.
“HAH!? You said the drink is inherited down – generations of your family! So you're the cause!?” yelled Arya in disbelief pointing at the face of the user girl close her eyes in front of him.
“Ehehehe, wrong. Sorry, tehe...”.
“Tehe your eyes!!”
PLOK! PLOK! PLOK!
“Very amazing appearance, heroes do like to come later ya”
“You...”.
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‘The child...make people anxious just’.
Merlin stared at Arya sticky –, then tilted his head for a bit. Confused why he should worry about her. Shouldn't be happy if the boy doesn't come then he's easier to do the execution.
Breathing next to him made Merlin glance while raising one eyebrow in surprise, Friska smiled satisfied then leaned back calmly as if the burden of – load lifted from the shoulder.
“Oi?”
“Hmm?”
“As I go.. Tell me what is the relationship between you and White”.
“Tak kok” Friska throw away face.
“Hey...we have been friends for a long time..you have never put on a face like before” bill Merlin.
“Whispering! How many years have you thought we hadn't met, huh?”
SRRT!!!
Merlin gasped in shock as a distinctive stun sensation spread around his body, he got up and threw a glance all over the place where the tournament was held. While clucking upset the girl called Olivia.
“You why?” Friska had just noticed her friend's strange behavior.
“Cih!? I'm sure what just now is....but where...?”.
On one of the audience seats, someone grabbed the hood of his robe while smiling broadly. Grateful to be able to keep an eye on Merlin but undetected by the orange witch.
“Waduh...tadi almost hihihi..he is quite sensitive apparently, fortunately my disguise ability works well especially in the crowd like this”.
A few minutes later Olivia came hasty – gesa, the talk of two of the Rainbow Witches stole the attention of many eyes. Because it is a very – sight very rarely seen.
“Orange and....The yellow? Hmm... I became increasingly curious how the boy's plan to get out of Magihavoc live – liv” the misterus man shined to the white-haired – boy in the middle of the arena.
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“Panco?”
Arya blinked her eyes many times – times upon hearing the proposal of a man named Daniel Redhood representative of the Holy Fist in front of her, she said rather than wasting five-on-five fighting power.
How to decide the winner by fighting for strength of hand between himself and Arya alone. Given that he has a gamble against Merlin, saving energy is a wise decision right?.
Daniel's proposal is reasonable, but Arya feels something is awkward. After all while glancing briefly towards the Great Witch's podium, a confident grin adorned the face of Rhilofe Lefay. The four members of his team also disagreed.
“Trap clearly so not to be accepted” whispered Laura was upset.
“Arya I think Laura is right, just refuse” Kyra added.
“Salah, I think this is a golden opportunity. Alright I'll take”
“HEY!?”
“That's great, please prepare batu” table pinta Daniel to the committee.
“You are crazy huh!?” Bella rebukes hard.
“I don't want to hear the word – said just now from you, relax anyway this does not violate the rules of tournament”
“But your opponent—Arya let me as Warlock replace you” said Sierra volunteered.
“Already – already, you guys just pray for me yes. Bye...”
They glanced at each other anxiously before refocusing their eyes on the back of the head of The Figment Squadron, a medium-sized stone with a flat surface had been prepared. Arya and Daniel put their elbows – each on it.
Right after the referee shouted the starting command, Arya felt a terrible sensation of all her energy being sucked through the palm of her hand. His enemy's smile widened with satisfaction, the cold voice of sayup – sayup pierced Arya's eardrum.
“Because you....Life Drain”'s