472 A City’s Treachery (1/2)
”Lethal serpent!” Quay exclaimed, ”I LIKE IT!!”
”Redundant,” Gobsuke commented.
Dragan chuckled, ”What a stupid name-- who thought of that?”
”I did,” Tycon glared.
”Ahaha HAHAHA!!” The crimson-haired Titanblood guffawed, holding his sides, ”Y'can't dock my pay if I'm not REAL, BOSS!!!”
”Actually...” Tycon smirked, ”Yes, yes I can.”
”W-wait!” Dragan held his hands out, ”That's not fair!! The other-me is a righteous guy that's always on his best behavior!!”
The members of Sol Invictus stared at the half-giant with doubt in their eyes.
”Aha... alright,” Dragan chuckled. ”Maybe he doesn't. But come on-- it was funny? Guys?”
Tycon walked over to the wounded man's side and lifted his visor, to inspect the man's wounds... they were recent, but the cuts were deep. He would not survive without supernatural assistance.
⟬ Raphael, Bronze-Rank Human Bravo. Guild Letalis. ⟭
It seemed he had been transported to the Shadow Realm along with the rest of the Brazen Guard. That he was alive was a boon.
Bravo Raphael looked to Tycon with shaky, unfocused eyes, ”M-monsieur le Baron... is... izzat you?”
”Mister Raphael...” Tycon started... he had a few questions for the young man... but what to start with first? Ah.
”Do you still have the potion bottle I gave you?”
”S-sir Baron... I... I don't have much time... I...”
”The bottle,” Tycon insisted.
”The Stormbrands... they...”
Tycon narrowed his eyes.
Raphael hesitated... lifting a weak hand to fumble at one of his side pouches, ”It's... it is here... But ze contents are...”
”That's fine,” Tycon nodded. ”I was just checking. Refined glass is very expensive.”
”The Stormbrands... they... hrrk...” Raphael winced in pain. He was applying pressure to his bleeding side, ”Zhey... released something... that... arghh...”
”Oh, come on...” Tycon rolled his eyes, ”Just that injury? Is this the best you have to offer Guild Letalis?”
⟬ ⌈Inspirational Surge⌋ conditions met. Activate? Y/N? ⟭
« Go ahead. »
⟬ Activating. ⟭
Slowly, Raphael's eyes regained their focus... ”Oh.”
”Mister Raphael, report,” Tycon ordered.
Raphael placed his hands about his body, feeling the magic take hold. The bleeding had stopped and his wounds were knitting closed... ”Ah... haha... The... the Stormbrands, Monsieur le Baron, they have--”
Tycon rolled his eyes, standing up and crossing his arms.
Dragan sniggered right behind him, ”Is this how soldiers of the Magic Kingdom report to their superiors? Sitting on their snail-sucking arses?”
The Bravo acrobatically leapt to his feet, ”Sir, non! No, Sir! ...M-monsieur Dragan?”
”Sup?” The Titanblood grinned.