Devil's Downfall

"So how's it going?"

"I'm sorry, but are you trying to pick me up?"

"Oh, ah, um." I mumble. 

"Before you continue, you're not my type." She says to me, well eyeing down Pheap. 

"Yeah you know the funny thing is that big guy over there, he thinks you're gorgeous. Now look, he's a good guy, he just kinda lacks social ability." 

She blushes, picking up her book covering her face.

I have to stop myself from face palming. 

"Okay, now my big luge, would love to talk to you, so why not give it a try."

She stands up slowly, as if she were to be noticed the whole world would collapse. She takes a step, creaks to a halt. Taking a deep breath, she rocks on her heels. Her next step is firm, filled with determination. Pheap looks over. She finishes her steps before him. Before she could speak Jonny is out the door racing down the street. 

His feet fall at an inhuman rate, each step filled with more magic than the average man will see in a year. The power is to some seen as too wasteful, but the need to get back to her overwhelms Jonny. Flying through the streets dodging carts, people, and anything that gets in his path. He slows to a halt at the verge of magic exhaustion. Even for the power of an almost general, the run here at that speed was way too much. 

Jonny steps up the stairway to the small beaten almost rejected house, a ugly, dirty little thing. The door opens with a creak. If the outside could be seen as no better than a crack den, the inside is a beautiful rainbow of blues, greens, and blacks. A welcoming faithful voice welcomes me to my not so home. 

"Hello."

She started her plans for all she wanted to do when she's out. 

"You know Ireland, let's go monster hunting oh and the divine spirit. It's supposed to be able to bless good health, and long life. Wow Rosedale, let's do it I can get a degree and become an official hero. Okay how about Brazil, ohh I always wanted to see the amazon."

One week later.

In the Fox Den.

The "round table" sits the gang of nine, in the once empty seat of fox rests Rick Kicks. He's a pleasant man to his friends, to those he hates he's ruthless, the scariest thing is you can never tell if you're his friend or not. On his neck he bears the mark of a fox, a sad defensive one, with eyes that can glare the horns off a basilisk. He's quite strange if you look at him below the belt. He seems to never be able to find one of his shoes, one day it's the left, and the next it's the right. His pants are ripped beyond repair, he always calls it a "style, and one that knocks the pants off any woman who sees them." Though all his talk he never was very good with the ladies, sometimes he'll just sit there eyeing you down. And today ever since Pheap entered he hasn't taken his eyes off him. Would be scary, if those eyes weren't the eyes of depressed envy, and rumination. He always just looks like a sad dog who was skipped when all the other dogs got treats. I'm sure he was excited to be accepted into Lynx's inner circle, he always was the bridesmaid, never the bride. In fact he was in the knights with Lynx, he quit when Lenx was dishonorably discharged. Seeing it as unjust, he marched straight into the commander's office and said "sir if you gonna discharge Captain Lynx, then I'll leave." And the commanding officer discharged him right then and there. So much for his protest, I'm sure they were glad that he and his poor grammar left. 

"It's time, we leave at noon, pack your things and then we are out of here!" Lynx commanded.