Mia
“Hmmm, Toys don’t get to complain about the game. Toys don’t get to ask why they are playing the game.” Small wisps of red emanated from Mia’s eyes. “Toys just play the game.”
It was simple, the man before her was not a man, not a person, in Mia’s eyes. He was a toy, a toy that was destined to be broken, to be played with until only a hollow fragment remained. Mia would not kill him though, he needed to be punished, and he needed to know what it means to be a toy.
And so Mia began to walk towards him.
Suiren
“Hmm, I don’t really get it. But whatever, it just means I can have more good fights.” Suiren’s battle hungry grin appeared. “Although, buddy… you need to not doubt how strong I am.”
She stood up and began to stretch, “But you’re like, a four out of ten? Ya, about that, you’re not Mikhail, that’s for sure.” She turned and looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
Even if he had magic, to obtain a true invocation changes you, to obtain magic capable of being called a ‘Law’ changes you. This man did not have the personality, did not have the traits of one at that level.
She didn’t doubt his strength, but he wasn’t even close to a level that could understand her power and strength. He might be a good opponent, but he was not the challenge she was looking for.
Grenth
Grenth sat in his chair, looking at the pages before him. It was about midday, and he was preparing for his journey into the sewers. The pieces of his black ice were prepared; he put a lot of effort into making sure they were ready for this.
Leaning against the table to rose himself to a standing position, after he managed it he took note of the slight trembling in his arm.
How many years was it since he used magic like he did last night. Creation of a complete Golem in one moment, then formation of a wall of Black Ice. Not to mention the curse he used to assist that swordsman.
He was old. That was for certain.
He clenched his hand into a fist and the trembling stopped. And he set out to finish his preparations for his expedition.
