it, it was even him," I conceded. The ice mage screwed up his face in a grim expression that expressed something between disdain and complete confusion. "Does that mean you're the one who has Ronga Darey on your conscience?" He asked Nick in disbelief.
"Uh, well, well ..." he said, suddenly very upset, "Not on purpose ... It happened more like that ... on the side."
The person opposite just shook his head in disbelief. "Then I must thank you," he replied with a smile, only to do just that by sending us a real blizzard that threw us through the air again. Nick screeched again while I clutched at him convulsively so as not to lose him.
"Kori, do something!", He nagged, as soon as I was able to restrain myself. Couldn't that fool even shut up when he was scared?
Something was coming towards us.I reflexively spat fire on it. "Riparis ivam dracos fyr!", Nick continued, stretching out his free hand. Fascinated, I watched as my fire arched in front of us and formed a shield. What had been thrown at us, tiny icicles, like little daggers, melted like hot butter the moment it hit the flames.
"Nice way to say thank you!", I sneered, made a natural throwing motion and watched the fireball in amazement that came out of my hand. What a giant. Had I ever given up so much fire? And from your hand instead of your mouth? The ice mage struggled to evade. Though it fell to one side, it spun and one of its wings was singed. I took the opportunity and made sure that we got away from him.
Nick, however, had other concerns. “Kori, since when have you been able to use the eye?” He looked down at himself.A greenish glow came out of the pocket of the misshapen, sack-like thing he called trousers. Suddenly Lavande's aura called back to me with all its power. Cold showers crept up and down my spine, making me shiver.
"That's ... not me," I croaked hoarsely and catapulted us higher into the air with two powerful flaps of my wings. The ice mage did not follow us, nor did the vampires at our feet. I quickly carried us away from the property and over the skyscrapers in the city center, where I looked around looking for a place to land. I mourned a little for my Kawaski that I had to leave behind on the estate. For the time being, I probably wouldn't see the motorcycle again, because I was more attached to my life than to the machine. At least a little.
Nick stared up at me along his arm again. "I think we are rid of them," he said with an audible discomfort.Why was he so nervous about this good news?
"Could you let me down?" He asked.
"What's going on? Got something on my face?" I snorted, slowly really annoyed.
“Your eye is blue,” he explained to me, “didn't she have blue eyes too?” I started.
We were lucky that we were over a roof, because my wings scattered into thousands of white feathers, as if Nick's words had broken the spell. The familiar stumps remained between my shoulder blades. Theeye ​​of Orionstopped glowing and we fell like two stones from the sky to hit the roof between all kinds of antennas and satellite dishes.