Book 1: Chapter 4.2
Matoba had been shoved to the side as he fired his gun, and Tilarna had been dragged to the ground as she tried to swing her sword. Their teamwork was horrendous, but funnily enough, they had yelled the exact same thing at the exact same time.
However, now was not the time to argue. Clicking his tongue in frustration, Matoba hurried over to the window.
We have to follow him! You go down the elevator and wait for him at the bottom of the
Pausing in the middle of his sentence, Matoba scratched his head. He had been planning to trap the man by covering both ends of the staircase, but he couldnt trust this little girl with such a complicated maneuver.
Never mind. Stay here. And dont move.
I refuse. I will go and capture him.
Just shut up and stay! Matoba yelled, his voice shaking with anger.
Tilarna ignored him. She ran straight past Matoba and leapt through the frame of the shattered window.
Hold on! Are you out of your mind? The enemy has a machine gun! Matoba yelled, astonished at her recklessness.
But that was when he finally noticed the change in her appearance.
She was wearing a set of white armor.
The shiny surface of the silvery white armor was covered in delicate engravings. It protected every vital part of her tiny body, and it was crafted with an efficient, lightweight design that did not limit her movement at all. It was visibly different from the Farbarnian clothes that she had been wearing earlier.
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There hadnt been a single second that she could have taken to change into the armor.
Do not worry. This set of armor provides excellent protection against the weapons of the Dorini.
Her expression was calm and relaxed, yet it did not form a smile. At that moment, Tilarnas childlike aura transformed into that of a fierce, hardened warrior. It was an aura that Matoba had felt before, made by soldiers and police officers moments before they threw themselves into the face of danger, fully understanding the risks that they were taking. That same look could now be seen on Tilarnas face.
Tilarna disappeared from the window as she chased after the assassin. Now, Matoba would have to be the one to catch him at the bottom. He exited the apartment room into the hallway, where the elevator was still waiting for him. He sprinted inside and pressed the button for the first floor.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind as the elevator began its descent. Just like the Filipino who killed Rick, that assassin had been possessed. He was being manipulated by the Semanian sorcerer. There was no doubt about it. That monstrous strength and stamina, those wild, animalistic movements, made as if he did not feel any fear or pain at all. And if the man was really nothing but a puppet, even if they managed to capture him, it would be difficult to get any information out of him.
But still, something felt off. Why would the sorcerer arm the man with a machine pistol and have him fight back against them? If the murder of that Colombian was his only task, why did he have to run away like that? Why didnt he just use the knife to commit suicide after he killed Alvarez?
The elevator arrived at the first floor.
Irritated at how slow the doors were to open, Matoba sprinted out of the elevator. The emergency staircase connected to the balcony was located on the west side of the apartment building. When the assassin reached the bottom of the stairs, he would likely run northward, through the alley behind the building.
Matoba arrived at the alley and turned toward the emergency staircase. The Semanian assassin was standing on the platform between the second and third floors. Tilarna rushed down the stairs of the third floor, holding her drawn sword in her hand. Raising his gun, the man took aim at the girl.
Stay back
His voice was drowned out by the sound of automatic gunfire. A storm of bullets sped through the air toward Tilarna. She held her hands in a cross, protecting her head. The bullets rained onto her, striking her in the shoulders, chest, stomach, and thighs.
!
She had been shot. Her tiny body convulsed with each bullet that struck her. Her knees gave out as she fell backwards onto the stairs, sliding down the steps.
The man vaulted over the staircase railing and landed on the ground.
Freeze!
Youre doing this on purpose, arent you?
Smiling exaggeratedly, Matoba stared into Tilarnas face. His seething eyes did not match his smile.
I have no idea how much of a noble you really are. Ive begun to think that youve been bribed to come here.
What are you trying to say?
This is all a hypothetical situation, but lets just say that there might be some evil people on the other side that dont want the fairy to be protected. So, they decide to hire a knight. The knight travels to this city in order to interrupt the investigation Or something like that. Its all gotten way too obvious, you know, with all of the unnecessary chaos youve been causing.
In the next moment, Tilarna brandished her sword, bringing its sharp blade right up to Matobas neck.
This is your first and last warning, Keh Imatooba.
Her voice trembled with fury as she suppressed the boiling anger inside of her. It made her seem much bigger than she actually was.
You shall never say such insulting things about me. If you say that again, I will kill you. I am serious.
Heh, really? He asked, staring coldly at the shining white blade that threatened him. Are you really letting your feelings get hurt by a filthy barbarian Dorini like me?
Zearja (Shut up)!
Hey, hey
Matoba shrugged his shoulders as a sharp metallic sound rang out from the pistol that he had been holding at his waist. It was the sound of the hammer being pulled. Matoba had silently aimed it at Tilarnas face while she swung her blade.
She hadnt noticed the gun until she heard the sound. She seemed surprised.
Matoba casually returned the gun to its holster. He had done it solely to vent his burning anger, and he did not intend to escalate this pointless argument even further.
Turning his back to Tilarna, Matoba crouched down to the assassins corpse and examined his pockets for any items.
The gun is a bootleg, illegally manufactured. Its a carbon copy of the Israelian model. Normally, it would be very difficult for a Semanian to obtain such a weapon. Other than that Ah. All he has is some getaway cash. He doesnt have a license or working visa or point cards or anything of the sort.
He grabbed some coins and wrinkled-up bills out of the mans pocket, took a deep sigh, and put them back. He looked over his shoulder at Tilarna.
Hey. I have something I need to ask you, he said.
What is it?
You really want to capture this criminal and take back the fairy, right?
Of course I do, she answered, awkwardly sliding her sword back into its sheath.
Same here. But if were both working toward the same goal, why are we still in this dark alley, yelling and pointing weapons at each other like complete idiots?
Well, who cares. More importantly, we need to continue our investigation. You stay here and wait until the police cars arrive. Make sure nothing happens to the body.
Matoba stood back up and headed toward the main entrance.
Where are you going?
To Alvarezs room. Theres something I need to examine.