Fools Paradise - 32 Ch. 32- A fight for his life

The air was thick with bad intentions. Wittorf could barely breath as he looked at this new person. Nil gritted his teeth and prepared for what looked like a fight.

The small, hooded stranger did not move. They just stood there watching them. His gaze although hidden was terrifying. They could feel eyes piercing through them. Words were called out by the figure.

“Bialog come forth.”

A huge creature appeared beside the figure. Its body the shape of a large buffalo with three bloodshot eyes. Its fur covered in what appeared to be solid chunks of earth. Bialog as the person called it snorted a few times and looked at the two with death in his step.

The figure placed a hand on Bialog and lifted his hood. What appeared to be a boy not much older than Wittorf with short white hair and white pupils smiled at them. A mark on his cheek that was unfamiliar to them. It was a mark of a burning book.

The young white haired boy tilted his head and asked a question.

“Are you the son of sin?”

That was the first time he had heard that name before. Who was the son of sin?

“You must have me mistaken my name is Wittorf. I am not this son of sin person.”

“Then why do you have him with you?”

The boy points to Nil and dawns an angry expression. He looked irritated beyond belief. If he were a normal child Wittorf would of assumed the boy was going to throw a fit at any moment.

“I was told the son of sin appeared and now I have to destroy him for the sake of the Eyes of Bosoto.”

He had no clue what the boy was talking about. Nil was prepared for combat but at the same time he was struggling internally with the lack of knowledge he had. How many questions was he going to have before he understood anything.

The white haired boy eyed the two and took a deep breath in. He exhaled slowly and mana began forming in his hands. He touched Bialog and the creature began to glow. It looked like a shroud of energy.

Wittorf and Nil were on guard as they watched the giant buffalo take a charging stance. It was sudden and almost instant. The buffalo sprinted and took off faster than they could respond. Taking the brunt of the attack both Nil and Wittorf flew back and slammed into a building.

Coughing they struggled to get back to their feet. It had just begun and they knew they were out matched. That Familiar of his was too fast and too strong to be dealt with easily. If they were going to survive they would need to get away from them. But how could they outrun them? Nil looked to Wittorf who was still shaking a little from the attack.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m still alive, what about you?”

“I’m good.”

“What should we do?”

“We need to get away from that Familiar, I think I have an idea but I don’t know if I will have the time to prepare it at this rate.”

The white haired boy laughs and looks at the two struggling enemies and mocks them.

“I thought you would be stronger Son of Sin, This is barely worth my time!”

The buffalo returns to the kid and snorts as he turns around the face Wittorf and Nil. It’s three blood shot eyes staring them down with killer intent. It’s blood lust could be felt from across the field.

Wittorf and Nil are side by side now prepared for the next attack. Whispering to Nil, Wittorf explains his plan.

“We need to split up and find cover. Draw it’s attention away while I prepare a spell.”

“It’s fast but I will see what I can do.”

“On my count.”

The Bull takes it’s first shuffle of its foot back and Wittorf yells out.

“Now!”

They both bolt in opposite directions and the buffalo charges where they were. making it there in seconds but a second to slow to get to them. They both run as fast as they can away from it. Nil dives around a corner and Wittorf jumps through an open window of a passing building.

The bull snorts in anger and looks around to make its decision. The young white haired boy laughs as he calls out.

“Running away, Why is the order so scared of you?”

The boy walks slowly towards his Familiar and pats its side.

“There’s no escape from Bialog and me.”

He points towards Nil’s hiding spot and the buffalo prepares to charge towards it. The young boy then points a hand towards Wittorfs hiding spot and calls forth an incantation unusual to Wittorf.

“Fir, elemental of fire, gather in my hand and burn a path forward for me!”

Bialog charges towards Nil and as that happens a burst of fire shoots forth from the white haired boys hand straight towards the window Wittorf dove through. Singing some of the beautiful blue hair Wittorf had he could feel the heat as the attack blasted above him.

Nil was hiding around the corner as the bull rushed past him. It’s eyes locating Nil as it went by. It stopped itself just before rushing head first into a building and began its slow preparations for it’s next charge.

Wittorf was already at work preparing a spell. He may not have as much skill at this other boy but he was still going to give it his all. He created a ball in his hand and began working his way towards two more balls. It had been hard for him in the past to focus on more than two balls at once but during his training with Loat, he realized what he was lacking was the proper connection word.

“Generate, generate, more, accumulate, multiply.

Multiple connection words all similar to each other combined to create the three balls he needed. Now it was time to connect them. He needed to do it fast. He could tell the boy was not going to wait for him. He decided to combine a connection word with an incantation.

He knew that the more descriptive the incantation the more concentrated the effect and he also knew the more closely related the connection words the stronger the effect. He thought to himself.

“Instantiations, Swiftly, Without delay.”

As he thought those he recited an incantation he was working on.

“Threads of energy weave your way through these orbs with haste!”

The threads shot from his palm and connected to the balls as quickly as he had ever seen them. He focused hard to maintain the surge of power from his hand. The spell was complete now all he had to do was get the buffalo to come to him. It was similar to the boar he fought in the forest, all he had to do was trap it and the fight would even out.

The young white haired boy laughed some more as he called forth his fire spell again. Wittorf was already by the door prepared to bolt out when it went off. He would use the smoke as cover to get away from there. The buffalo was preparing to charge a fleeing Nil when the fire spell went off.

Wittorf took the time to open the door and bolt through the smoke towards the young fire wielding mage and pass him up. He called out to Nil.

“Bring it closer to me!”

Running past the young mage who was surprised at the sudden appearance of the enemy, jumped back a little and tried to reorient himself in Wittorfs direction.

Nil ran around the corner again towards Wittorf who was now in direct line of sight with the Buffalo who was ready to charge again. Wittorf raised his hand to the beast and aimed for its legs. the Buffalo charged and at the same time Wittorf unleashed the attack.

Whizzing past Nil the attack headed straight for the Familiar. Running right into it at full speed the attack connected with the monsters feet and…

Broke away instantly. The spell had no effect with the monsters shroud in effect. Wittorf and Nil both were hit once again by the Buffalo as they went flying in opposite directions. The blow hurt like hell and they were on their last legs.

Wittorf didn’t know what to do that was one of his best spells and it didn’t even phase the creature. It looked to him like this was the end. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Without even knowing why he was being targeted he was going to die. Without starting his career as a mage he was going to perish.

The White haired mage looked at them and raised his hand towards Wittorf. Fire began to form in it. His smile lit up even more ominously by the flames.