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Is that you?

le Sam 3 Fév - 14:47
As dark sparked the light of sky, silence and chaos weren’t on opposite sides.
Evilness-the word-evaporated in the air. After all, normal wasn’t something people liked to discuss and to compare with. In this place, one thing was sure, innocence meant death. And the place was surely Anhydre. now stood.
#
Facing a narrow alley leading to next black area, Anhydre. breathed deeply. She only could hear someone talking in a low voice but the figures were replaced by darkness.
Since she came to this city, she had got used to it, not wanted but being forced. After seeing many bloody scenes, she felt the scent of blood suffusing her and even in her breath.
No need to look up toward the sky, she knew how it looked like. It’s always the same, shaped by the high wall of street. No need to stare at the road, she knew how it looked like. It’s always the same, decorated by dead bodies or animals.
She had no any idea why wind brought her to this damn place after telling it with a word, isolation. She was afraid of dying here, in such gruesome place. More scaring to her was the influence this city had on her, the vileness. However, it paid to go through, if then she could find an isolated place to stay.
Anhydre. wrapped herself with the cloak and was ready for escape at any time. She walked fast, and dare not meet gaze with others. In spite of little people there, their stances gave her spine enough cold shiver. Now, she would rather they shouted or even fought, than spoke in secret like calm before the storm.
Near the intersection of alleys, a tall man with half-faced black mask leaned on the wall as if he were waiting for someone. Anhydre. pulled her cloak tight and held the breath, thinking after that intersection, she could choose a brighter road, at least with few streetlight, she kept going.
“You’re the perfect one.”
Anhydre. ignored the man’s words. More precisely, she thought he was talking to others or to himself. She sped up.
“Kill it. You’re the perfect one.”
This time, the tone was lower, clearer, firmer and more vicious. She could feel the man walking right behind her. A sound of hasty steps stopped her.
Anhydre. turned back and faced him. Were it not for his eyes, all black suit, black mask and black hair had made him invisible in dimness. His bloodshot eyes were on her face and the disgustful bloody smell, alike raw meat, made her sick.

What the hell! Is it called isolation?

“Wh-”
Not waiting for her question, the man grabbed her arms, which was beyond her expectation. She should have been able to escape his capture. Unexpectedly, his sticky hand held her tightly.
He lowered himself, close to her ear and whispered:
“Tonight, see you there.”
And then he stroked a sign on her left upper-arm with his index finger. Slightly as he drew, every stroke like flint rubbing and burning her skin.
“Ahhhhhhh…….”
It was hell hurt that she shut her eyes.
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“Ahhhhhhh…….”
Anhydre. shook her head and opened eyes immediately. Silence was thrown back to the room. She found herself lying in a wooden chamber. No alley, no walls, no sky, no pain. Hopefully, it’s a dream.
However, it was so real as if she had experienced.
But, where am I now?
To prove it was simply a dream, she carefully rolled up sleeves to see her upper-arm. Nervousness and fear nearly drove her nuts.
Ø
A dark blown burn was stamped on her arm as she had predicted. Touching along the lines, she still could feel its burning sting.
“Damn it, fuck off!”
She stood up and was about to leave it alone. At that time, a drop of something dripped to her head. A thought of death flashed across her mind.

Am I doomed to die here?

She waited herself to faint or stop breathing; whereas, nothing happened. During her waiting, more and more drops dripped down. She looked to the ceiling and found the wooden color got darker, soaked in some sort of unknown liquid.

Anhydre. was stunned. This was another discovery. She decided to get to the bottom of this so she flied to the upper floor, directly above the chamber.

Daaaaamn!

She couldn’t help letting out a scream in her brain once she found a bloody mark on the room door.
Ø

Leave! Hurry!

About to sneak out-
A sickly voice came from the other side of the door, suddenly,
“Welcome in.”



Ps. Welcome to join in. Anhydre. still needs a partner, a powerful killer, who was also kidnapped by the man.pirat  It's better if you have something to do with Béhékine. If no, it's okay, we still can have fun. Very Happy
or other roles you've come up with!! cyclops

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le Ven 30 Mar - 23:42
Cruor was not Behekine's favourite town. Far from it.
Too much dichotomy between poor and rich for his tastes. Too much despair, too many crimes and so little sparks of fun to be had in here.
But since the major portals were all there, the old demon was forced to pass through it. Still, a shortcut was in order, to make it the fastest possible.
So the "panther-man" was walking through the poor district - a shantytown, more like - with his hood on, trying not to attract the looks of the souls surviving in here. At least he tried to keep a low profile, but he knew that his inhuman face was clearly visible in the dim light of the evening and his feline tail was even a greater giveaway concerning his strangeness. More often than not, he felt the surprised looks of the inhabitants on him.
No hostiles ones, for now, but that could change fast.

His walking staff was hitting the ground with audible "thwack" at each step. That attracted even more attention on him, but Behekine didn't want to change his gait or attire, thinking that his garb of "traveling ermit" was perfect to make him look harmless.
He crossed an alley, and saw movements from the corner of his eyes. Rapid steps coming, bad breath smelling of alcohol, the sound of a weapon unsheating. A mob ? He saw it coming from a mile away, and when the man aggressively grabbed his arm from behind, he was ready to strike first.

With a growl, he turned around swiftly before the man could put his dagger on his back to threaten him, threw a punch in the man's gut, baring his fangs in the process. He then brought the small carved stone he grabbed from his bag. He whispered a word of power and the stone exploded in a bright flash of light, making his aggrssor cry out and close his eyes in pain, both from the punch and his now overstimulated eyes.
Behekine slipped away from the man's grip and flung his staff around, the first move getting rid of the dagger, the second hitting the man right on his head, sending him to the ground. Just stunned or unconscious, Behekine didn't care really.

The panther-man felt the looks of witnesses around him and he made a show of himself, taking his time to brush his clothes and turning around to go just like that. He knew people would leave him be now.
Well, except for that guy with a black mask covering his face.
Who just stood there, right in front of him.
With the way this man was looking at him, with a threatening intensity, Behekine instantly disliked the guy. The old demon took one second to look him over, then casually smiled and kept on walking, passing by the man after a few seconds. If he wanted to "play", the panther-man was more than ready.
The man grabbed his arm.
And there was a spell in this grab, trying to get into his skin ! Thankfully, Behekine was already under a spell. A more powerful one, that controlled his very purpose in life, and that could not be replaced easily. His "slave marks" on his wrists sent electric surges in his arms and to the hand that grabbed him, defending itself against the intruder.
The man let him go and Behekine instantly turned to confront him, his face and eyes showing the very definition of rage. To be the target of such a vicious magical attack ! That wouldn't go unpunished !

Without hesitation, the man turned his back and ran, the demon on his heels.
The little streets were not ideal to pursue someone this way, but Behekine made a valliant try to get his claws on the one he always saw turning on the next corner. It was a silent run, as he was too enraged to use words to curse his foe and he had no time to cast any spell that could end it.
Finally, he saw the man disappear through a wooden door, slamming it shut right behind him. Like a raging bull, the old Demon forced it open with one shoulder - that would hurt him afterwards, but he did not care at the moment - and found himself in a near empty room, without any other exit in sight, nor any sign of the masked man.
Still growling, he turned around and stopped.

The door was closed, and there was an ominous sign painted on it.
Ø

A cold anger was replacing his first rage and the old Demon walked closer to inspect the only entrance and exit.
Like he thought, there was a complex spell on the frame that wouldn't budge.
He got lured in and trapped...
That was unfortunate... for the masked man.
No man that caged him did it for very long and lived long enough to tell the tale.
Behekine stepped back, and cast a spell of his own. His eyes glowed blue and he scanned the room, but he could not sense anything past the walls as if isolated from the world. The spell on the door was a complex one, one that would take time to decipher and destroy... well, if the masked man would not come to explain himself, time was all he had...

Behekine walked to the opposite wall, sat cross-legged and started to study the door's spell, his glowing eyes not leaving the sign painted on it.

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le Mar 3 Avr - 1:53
A great throb. Anhydre. stopped.
The heartbeat echoed inside her body while the sickly voice swung over the hallway. She looked back to the only entrance where light came through. Running toward it would end all? Clearly, she was controlled but not unbending mind. Don’t open the door, ignored the voice, picked up the paces and everything would be alright, she told herself.
Run!
Suddenly, a black circularity of smoke came up and ran around her. The faster it circulated, the dense it became. Anhydre. wanted to use her sand power to stop it but the fast speed messed up the current, and caused the sand to run with it.
Damn!
“Save your energy to it. And think about what have water done to you, Anhydre.”
The voice was so unpleasant. It’s not like talking, more of (thinking). The frequency was much lower than the normal voice.
Gosh, he knew my name!
“What do you want?” a furious shout like a wolf howling in the lonely night.
I think you are clear than anyone. Water, the powerful enemy, can kill you with a drop, can dizzy your thought and even use up all your energy and dump you on the roof and now I guess it’s time to return your lost memory and fight it back.”
A click.
/Don’t say you don’t believe it’s his work/ Yeah by words, not spell/ panther-man/ non-wind room/ a fireball/
In her brain, she could sense a memory was inserted in. The timeline had been changed a bit. By digging out that episode, she realized it’s the fragment of memory she totally forgot and didn’t come back after healing. Even though a long time had passed, it still hurt, in a betrayed way.
“A pile of sand lost on the eaves and I was the one who picked it up. It’s really innocent for you to think sand could be killed by water normally. No blame on you. But the truth is sand CAN absorb the water. Sand shouldn’t be afraid of water. Kill it, you can regain the freedom. It’s not revenge, but get what you’ve lost back. Just like this memory!”
“So you want me-”
“No, don’t get me wrong. Not panther-man. It’s Behekine. Echo du silence, Larme des Étoiles, Ame Minérale. It’s he that dominates the operation of elements.”
What the hell, how did he know I called that mixed creature panther-man!
Anhydre. was quite shocked that water actually should be controlled by sand but she didn’t want to win against whom. She just wanted a safe and quiet life but the matter of water really annoyed and threatened her a lot. If a fight could give her a long after peaceful life, it would be worth it.
“But-”
“I know.”
The black smoke distributed at once, a clear sight retuning back. Anhydre. saw a black attire folded on the ground. She looked at her hands and wondered whether she could pick them up.
“No need to pick. Just think."
She closed her eyes and everything about water-attack repeated playing and went fast through her mind. Afraid, scare, fear, horror…
All of a sudden, a strong clench.
The whole body felt like being bitten by the clothes, which tightened her up and the sand inside was re-arranged. It’s a strange and fresh feeling, like getting a brand-new body, and all became lightening. However, not so pleasant with the eyes, stinging would be the most proper description as if thousands of bees were stinging on it.
“Done.” A satisfied voice popped out.
Anhydre. opened her eyes, to her surprise, there was nothing she recognized herself. All changed. Everything turned into black, longer black hair, black suit, black pants, black shoes, no more barefoot. There was an eye-patch on her left eyes but she couldn’t remove it. Fortunately, the vision from the right one was clear enough. She felt lightness in herself and had a quick action than ever, more flexible.
“Open the door.” The man said.
She hesitated.
The door reminded her of panther-man but she stopped herself thinking immediately and said to herself, her emotion mustn’t be dragged by the memory, nothing doing good especially for the fight. It’s all in the past anyway. Plucking up her courage, she held doorknob and pressed it down. Surprisingly, her hand didn’t pass through it but firmly held it well. It’s the first time feeling so realistic.
Into the room, a mask-covered man, the same one following her in the alley, stood in front of her. He stared at her in delight.
“One thing to catch your attention, Coi is someone -… God damn! Too fast!” The tone made a sudden turn.
He turned his sight back to the window as if there were a signal. Anhydre. could feel something went wrong. The man rushed to the window, looking down the street, and rushed to the door, before taking his leaving, he said:
“Clean and leave. After two to lock.”
Then, he ran away, leaving Anhydre. alone in the room. It’s too late to stop him for asking what it meant. She had no any idea about everything, whom, where, how and when. Only a name, Behekine. In a fuss, she wandered around and digested his words over again.

Clean and leave. After two to lock.
So I’d better leaving here, but to where and what’s the two mean? Time or number? And lock?

Anyway, leave was what she was sure of. She stretched out her hand, out of subconscious mind and wiped through the air. Miraculously, everything in the direction her hands had gone through all vanished. After empting the room, she walked out to the hallway…
Down the stairs, below the only entrance, she heard a messy sound, or an attack sound. Someone was rushing near. Only one way to go but an attack in front…
Gosh!
As she didn’t know where she should go, a hand of someone from her back suddenly covered her mouth and vigorously dragged her back in a fast speed to the next door board. At the same time, two men were running up and gave the ground a heavy shake. One running front was the mask-covered man while the other behind was with hood on that couldn’t see him clear. Until then, Anhydre. knew what’s going on. She shoved back hard to escape the covering and waited behind the wall. As soon as the second man had chased in, she plucked her hairline and blew, roped the door and then slamming it, followed by a whisper of…

Spell.


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le Ven 6 Avr - 3:39
In horror, he found hope. In fear, he found will to fight.
In the city of horror and fear, he saw someone waiting for his coming.
Name, the demon of mist, had been written on the eggshell for over thirteen years and he believed, Cruor will lead him closer to the sea.
A mission, he came for. A scheme, he held. A girl comrade, named Anhydre., he was warned, by the black-masked man:
“She is easily out of control.”
Kill wasn’t a noun but a verb. Water wasn’t an element but two lives.
-
On the edge of wall, he walked his shrewd eyes, searching for the target.
The longer it took, the less chances he had. Miss was the worst thing, meant never. For the surprise, a second would be enough. However, five hours had passed-
Suddenly, he stopped walking and overlook the whole scene…Complicated streets buried his clear mind while the SHORTCUT shouted his stupidity.
REDO IT!
This time, in order not to miss anyone, he had major portals first.
As he expected, not took him a long time did he find a “man”, looked like a traveler with hood on and his “package”. It made his eyes widen at sight but on the other hand if he didn’t take action in time, the hooded man soon would leave this place.
Seize the timing and inform the masked man. He dotted a red light spot in the air and sent it to the place he stayed.
Here, he, himself should handle it first.
A man with dagger in hand, Coi drew rapidly for emergency and sent it down. By giving a puff, the man was in a running speed. Grab- A sudden turn…
A heavy punch lunched on his guts and the explosion of a light-stone giving him a painful yelling. A series of brutal action let Coi see how powerful and cruel his enemy was and later he would be in the same situation, but totally NOT like that way.
Under the second strike, his “puppy” was given the last breath.
Time’s up, the black-masked man had arrived and his goal was achieved. Everything was under control.
The red light spot coming back, he saw it in the air. Does something go wrong in his place? Or is his comrade…? Looked down the fighting scene, he’d better hurry to masked-man’s place before their arrival.
A skateboard, he drew. Gliding skateboard made him freely circle the curved wall faster, giving a light jump to the other side. Coming to the window in the next door of masked-man’s place, he snapped his finger to broken the window and threw himself in.
Two figure’s shadow appeared on his sight at the last second before his entering, which meant they were arriving at the same time. Standing up after several rolling, He heard the running steps but failed to find his comrade. In the plan, she should have been here, in the next room of masked man’s place.
To catch the time before they got to this floor, he rushed to the hallway.
A girl, his comrade stood there, without knowing why.
Three seconds left. Being seen would ruin all.
Regardless of her thought, he covered her mouth and dragged her back in a strong force to the door board behind.
Losing balance at the last step plus a hard shovel from the girl, he fell back on the ground.
A thousand wishes to the girl not to rush out. It’s good that she locked the door with spell instead. According to the plan, the masked-man would vanish and Behekine, the “man”, was in the next room alone.
She or himself or both of them, who should deliver an attack first? And from where, door or window? And when, now or later? Should they have a plan first?
Many questions waiting him to think through but once giving a look at Anhydre. and the scene he saw earlier, he knew the answer at once. No plan.
The girl looked at him in doubt. Just a temporary comrade, there was no harm in not knowing him, anyway.
He gave a nod, instead of a word. Throw a yo-yo from back to her, run to the window and hint her to come up.
 
Along the window of the room Behekine was trapped in, they looked inside,
A snap of finger-
 
Caught unprepared, Coi found Anhydre. had smashed the window and jumped in.
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le Ven 6 Avr - 16:23
Looking behind, Anhydre. saw a boy.
Coi?
It reminded her of the masked man’s unfinished words. Coi is someone… from his savage saving, she thought maybe, he was the servant of masked man and now should protect her. 
The boy looked at her in ignorance. No words but a slightly nod. In his eyes, no any breath of color and spirit but she could feel his own aura, coldness. A yo-yo, he threw to her all of a sudden and hint her to catch up.
It’s time for the fight.

Looking into the room from the window, she saw nothing but an empty room.

Where were those TWO men? Is it possible for them to escape?

Impatient with the guess, Anhydre. struck a blow at the window, spring to her feet and leaped in. All-in-one action. However, she knew something got wrong… her first step wasn’t on the ground but a man’s head, in passing, she jumped herself and rolled to the opposite wall. Falling on a knees and facing at the man, she cast out the yo-yo hard and fast. A long and flexible string, sword-like sharpness, flew toward his waist. A finger flick at the string, the blaze spurted out along it at a great speed…..
 
Now, the fight kicked off.

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le Ven 13 Avr - 1:39
Entirely focused with his study on the door's sigil, Behekine was pretty much oblivious to the world.
With the spell he got on his eyes, the symbol on the exit was appearing like it really was, and he couldn't deny that it was a marvel to look at. How the magic operated within layers of wood, intricacy of runes supporting each other to bring magic power to the spell within, the flow changing randomly every few seconds to prevent easy dispell without knowing the "key" to the sequence...
This spell was a real gem ! The rune protected the door from probably any attack, physical or magical, and sealed it in the process, acting like a  vault's lock.
A shame he had to destroy it to get out, and kill the man behind its crafting. But eh, he was a man of his words.
Still, he couldn't figure out where was the spell's source of power, and that annoyed him a bit. Usually, a spell of this nature needed a permanent afflux of magic to even operate, the wood not living enough to produce the quantity of magic it required. Here, he saw nothing...
He saw nothing yet, that is.

The Demon was so focused on his study that he almost didn't hear the sound of glass breaking behind him.
The foot hitting his head was enough to make him lose his focus, though. He growled, more annoyed than in real pain, looking at the form who jumped accross the room after using his skull like a trampoline. Before he could see who or what it was, the intruder moved its hand and a weird object flew towards him, a thin thread still connected to the hand.
Behekine didn't want to wait to see what it was or what it could do to him, especially when he heard a sizzling sound and smelled magic at work.

The Demon summoned mist from his body, and a thin cloud shot out of him like a snake, grabbed the object and threw it to the side, as far away from him as possible.
Mist started to surround his whole body now,

The first attack out of the way, Behekine was ready to craft an attack of his own to instill some respect into this new aggressor, when he remembered the sound he faintly heard before he got hit on the head by a flying foot.
Breaking glass...
But last time he checked, there was no windows or mirrors in the entire room. The only entrance and exit was sealed by the sigil, the rest was pure wood and stone...
Keeping an eye on his aggressor, he made a show of himself by rubbing the top of his head, smiling and casually saying :

- Ow... that hurts...

He turned slightly to look behind him.
There was broken shards of glass on the ground, near the wall, but no window visible.
Only wood.
And then, he understood.

- An illusion... of course...

If there was an illusion on all the walls, hiding other exits, he would lose all of his time and energy on the door to try and unlock it.
The sigil was here to force the focus on the door. Now the random shift of runes made more sense ; the key to decipher it was probably hidden within an illusion too... same with the spell's source of power.
Now Behekine eyes were shining more brightly, already looking for signs of deception's spells in the room. If he could find one, he would be able to dispell them one after another.
Or he could also force his way out by going through the window broken by the intruder...
Which brought his focus back on track with the person still in front of him.

He gave the guy a look, then a second one, more insistent. A girl, with black hair and clothings, an eyepatch but there was something familiar about her...
Wait a minute...

- Sand-girl ? Is that you ?

The surprised look on his face was genuine.

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Ma tête, je peux faire avec.
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le Lun 16 Avr - 17:05
Clash…
Seeing a body of impulsive temperament intruded in without any fear and no asking, Coi quickly gave out another spell to adjust original one for keeping illusion existing. The girl seemed to jump on something.
Behekine, he knew at once.
However, it’s too late for him to warn her that she’d better think twice before she gave out any attack at this cruel creature, such a blood- thirsty man. Impulsion would be the least choice, unless you couldn’t come up with any strategy. A yo-yo stricken out and the blaze bursting from her hand, Coi was blinked at this sudden aggression.

Didn’t she know her enemy was made of water?

Both timing and distance put Anhydre. at a disadvantage.
Either a strike… or a fist…, the girl would…
In a short time, a spell Coi was almost speaking out to stop Behekine’s movement was stopped by the reaction of that man. Rather charging the girl straightly and killing her or beating her like the fight on the road, he used MIST.

A MIST HAND!

In his surprise, Behekine didn’t launch any attack to that girl after throwing the yo-yo aside. Instead, he surrounded himself with more and more mist. Danger often occurred in the senseless condition and Coi believed Anhydre. didn’t discover she was caught in a danger. She would have no chances to escape when the room was full of mist and he’d better tackling it before it’s too late.
Coi stepped backward and closed his eyes. With two hands putting on the window, he could feel rings and rings of complicated magical currents flowing around the room up and down, by a snap of finger, he stopped one of streams, which run through the whole room in the shape of spider web for controlling the airflow.
Imagining how the electricity worked, he drew out the circuit and gave a puff. A thread of microwave was put into the stream. In order not to let people notice where the origin was from, he started it after he had set everything, including the electromagnetic field. Then he sped it, faster than original one. The whole process didn’t take him 2 minutes and he predicted it would be operated in less than 1 minute.
If his memory served him right, the attire Anhydre. wore was electric-proof and if she wasn’t fool enough to take off her clothes now, she would be safe. Coi would like to see how his experiment worked, microwaving Behekine until he was evaporated by himself or boomed out due to overheating. Even if it didn’t work in full capacity, Behekine’s mind would have tangled together and not be able to think because of strong electomagnetic force.
To make sure everything went well, he checked the magical current again. Nothing wrong with his magic but his ear:
“Sand-girl? Is that you?”
A shock.
He snapped at those words immediately and blew them away before they went to Anhydre.’s ear. The masked man had told him it would go down the drain if Anhydre. knew who she was really against. Surely, he knew the reason and clearly knew how serious the consequence would be if that really happened. However, be honest, Behekine’s ability of facial detection surprised him a lot.
 
Then, a sound of buzz enveloped the whole chamber.
Coi opened the eyes and snickered in satisfaction.
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le Mar 24 Avr - 15:31
Mist…
Mist of what? Gosh… what do I see?
A strip-shaped mist appeared and hit the yo-yo out to the corner with a strong force. Fire soon was taken back by a whispery blow. The string was cut off because of a pulling force, leaving a short line segment on her fingertips. Through the string, she could feel the man’s magical aura. It’s very old and deeply rooted from the ancient world. Something hard to comprehend but a bit familiar.
Anhydre. stared at him… feeling this scene she had ever had before, which made her stop thinking the next movement. Déjà vu! The panther-man she called had used the mist hand picked up the wine glass before and now this man named Behekine threw the ball with his…

Father or brother?

No time for her to think what their relationship was.
“Ow… that hurts.”
The voice reminded her of mission.
She had to say the man’s acting was really awful, an anger of being insult bumped in her mind. It’s time to get on the track and she would never let the past ruined the whole mission.
Looking around, Anhydre. saw through the wall and tried to find something she could put to use. Through the window behind the wall, she found Coi was working on a busy matter but didn’t really know what he was doing. Back to the man, a surprised look was thrown in front of her eyes and the man seemed to say something but couldn’t hear his words.
From his mouthing…

Sand-girl?....
What am I fucking GUESSING? 
Get out of my mind, panther-man! God help my stupid brain. 

Anhydre. looked him seriously, instead.
It must be a spell.
The fog around the man got denser.
She narrowed her eyes. In the air, she saw streams and streams of airflow turning in a spider web shape. The magnetic power distributed through the air circulating. The circuit was intensive running on the ceiling area of the man’s head. Now she knew, the circuit would pile the mist up and what she needed to do was…
 
Touching the ground with her index finger, pressing the line hard like sticking the paper on the table, then she pulled it up in a rapid speed. The string lifted a solid wall of sand from the floor, splitting into two sides and forming a whirl around the man. A little area left for him and plus the radical microwave, water finally couldn’t afford it, Anhydre. believed. Even if microwaving method failed, the sand could absorb the rest of water.
 
Anhydre. drew out a sand sword from her left hand palm and walked forward to the man’s direction,
If the masked man were right,
Sand really could kill water…
Then,
She could kill that man.

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Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.

-Anhydre.
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She showed no real reaction when he spoke, aside from narrowing her eyes.
Was it really the sand-girl ? They did look alike, but her aura seemed different. Still, what was the odd of crossing paths with a second girl-shaped sand-elemental in the same continent ? Most unlikely, that was. She had to be the same one that barged inside his room a few weeks ago - just like she barged inside this room, to think about it - and that he had feared got killed, or at least hurt, when she got hit by a fireball by accident.
But if it was her that just attacked him right now, why would she not recognize him ?
He had his hood on, but the room was perfectly lit, and he had not changed since their first meeting...

The air started to buzz around him at this very instant, putting his thoughts back to the present.
The spell on his eyes was still active, and he saw the ripple of energy going through the floor and the ceiling. He instantly focused his gaze on these ripples, his vision piercing for a few seconds the illusions surrrounding every corner to see the magic coursing through, connecting the illusions, the sigil on the door with something far above them... for a brief moment, Behekine found the source of power behind every spell installed in the room, before the ripples subsided and the illusions went back to hiding the reality.
The atmosphere was now producing static electricity at an increasing rate and intensity, increasing the temperature by the second.
The panther-man felt his fur raise from the static, making him look all puffed. Annoyed by this feeling and this cowardly attack, he removed his hood, feeling better just by removing some friction with the clothing.

Was it the girl behind these modifications ? He heard a snicker behind him, and got his answer : someone else was working with her to attack him, someone well-versed in spell workings and enchantments.
This second opponent was probably just behind the illusion hiding the window from the inside...
Just what was he thinking ? That some electricity and microwaves could hurt him ? That he didn't know that water and mist was vulnerable to heat and electric current ?
Even when he was a ghost forced to move mist around to exist, he had enough time in his almost one thousand years of life to create a protective spell against electricity. Now that he had a physical body, he was no more vulnerable to that than any passerby.
He was also a cat, and liked the heat.

The level of static and microwaves was becoming dangerous for anyone, though, so he incanted in his head his protective spell. An easy task, really, after all those years using the same spell and his boost in magic power thanks to this new body. A few seconds later, the buzz in his ears almost disappeared. The static was still mssing with his fur, and thee heat was still there, but he could live with that.
Suddenly, the girl moved, crouching down and using what was left of her string to conjure a small tornado of sand that encircled him, furthermore drying up the heated air.
Seriously, he just went through the Phobos Desert and was still smelling the dust from this sandy place in his fur !

Really, these two had some outdated informations about him.
This was plain rude !
As a ghost in the Mist, he would be rendered vulnerable by this sandstorm, the earth energy posing a threat to his Essence, even diluted by the wind energy carrying it. Now, the sand was just annoying and itchy.
Through the wall of sand, Behekine saw the outline of the girl slowly approaching, something thin forming in her hand.
His two aggressors were apparently serious about trying to hurt him, even if their method were ineffective for now.
The girl was just a child to him, but Behekine had no reason to let himself get hurt without fighting back ! After the events of the evening, his patience was really going thin.
Sand-girl or not, she should know better than to corner a cat !
Before doing anything though, he had to remove the second aggressor from his safe spot outside. The party was going to be inside, after all...

Behekine had lived like an ermit for centuries, and the ones that knew how he used magic were few, and mostly dead by now. But there were hints there and there.
Demon of Mist. Silence's Echo. Tear of the Stars. Mist Blade. Mineral Soul.
To summon him was to call his very being, to define him.
He was the Silence's Echo.
The one that could divide his thoughts into echoes to sustain multiple spells at once.
A multicaster.

Behekine lifted his arm in front of him, his face severe, and touched the sand tornado with the tip of his staff.
Instantly, the sand caught fire and in a few seconds, the whirlwind turned into a blazing hellfire, the flames growing hot in the dried up air thanks to the static and microwaves. The sand turned into glass, and the flame's roar was like the one of an angry lion, or panther.
The Demon disappeared from view, but he was not finished.
He moved his free hand to his back, pointing in the direction of the eluded window, and closed his fist, releasing a second spell.

Inside the room, right in front of where he knew was the window and probably the mage was hidden, a depression in the air formed, like a pocket of void.
Behekine looked up, releasing a third spell. Like a magic scalpel, he cut through the seams of energy that were creating illusion on the wall, getting rid of said illusion and revealing the open window, broken by the girl.
The air pressure between inside and outside was now completely unbalanced thanks to the pocket of void he created, and the exterior air rushed in to try and balance everything up again. A vortex formed, sucking everything that was outside to the inside, with a screeching force.
Behekine lifted his head higher, as if looking to the ceiling, and released a fourth spell in one strong breath. A huge amount of his magic went right into the spell creating those statics and microwaves, overcharching it and breaking it out of control.
Electricity in the air augmented ten folds, sparks started to appear on metallic objects, threatening to turn into real bolts if someone unprotected approached them.

The room was now pure chaos. A firestorm in the middle, a vortex sucking the exterior air near the window, crackling electricity all around and heat increasing erratically. Flames roared, wind howled, static buzzed... and in the middle of it all, hidden behind a wall of fire, the old Demon was laughing.

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On a beau avoir étudié la magie pendant près d'un millénaire,
Avoir contrecarré des dizaines de tentatives d'invocation et de mise en esclavage,
Il y a toujours un moment où on fait une connerie dans un rituel...
Ma tête, je peux faire avec.
Le vrai souci en vérité...
Ce sont les boules de poils.
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