Now, everyone in the group parted ways, attending what they planned on doing once dismissed from the cadet task today. Emilia, Frey and Zylus decided to go back home, while Zenos chose to go and watch others fight in the colosseum, and Michael chose to go to the food market.
As Zylus left the turf field, he continued to walk back towards his dorm, where he hoped Jace was, so he could eat well. Upon going back, he walked through a dark alleyway in between two huge brick walls. He walked through it, expecting it to be a nice and solid shortcut.
As he continued, the smell of waste and homeless Demons stank, but at least the ground was made with concrete, unlike mud.
"This stinks," Zylus said, holding his nose so no outside smell comes in.
And suddenly, he felt something was up. Just like always, his five senses tightened, and he knew something was about to bring danger for him.
Bam!
"Hey you," Somebody in the alleyway stepped before Zylus, "You low rank bastard, I'll kill you."
The darkness in the alleyway was clear, but since it was day, some light shone, and three students from the cadet course came to threaten him.
"What gives you the right to be with Emilia Scorce?! Someone like you doesn't deserve her!" The other man on the right said.
The left guy stepped up, "What did you do to the princess to allow someone like you to join her ranks?!" He joined it.
The one in the middle stepped forward, carrying a sharpened glorified knife, "If I get rid of you here and now, I'll get to carry the reward!" He screamed, licking his knife.
"Reward?" Zylus whispered, "So this is orchestrated by somebody else, nice to know."
The attacker on the left had blonde hair with green eyes, the one at the right was huge with no hair and black eyes, and the one that stood in the middle was slightly taller than Zylus and had brown, sharp, slick back hair with black eyes. Each of them wore a cadet uniform, ready to take him on, alone.
They each began pulling out their systems, one of them pulling out nunchucks, another pulling out a glorified knife, and the one to the very right now equipped a spear.
"Where's your weapon at?" The man in the middle smirked; he clearly looked like the leader of the three.
"Weapon?" Zylus responded, "I don't need it." He smirked, standing in one singular position.
"Let's go murder this guy; he's already pissing me off." Right after their leader said that, they each began to rush, all three of them, towards Zylus.
[User must move to fight]
[Equip Demonic Weapon?]
[Yes or No?]
[No]
[Combat: Imminent]
[If you lose to them you're an embarrassment]
"I know," Zylus whispered, pulling his hands out of his pocket, "Let's do this."
"Huh?"
"Where'd he go?"
"He couldn't have gotten that far. Let's go look for him."
Each of them felt slightly panicked, right after Zylus disappeared before their eyes. The leader stayed in the middle of the alleyway as the other two separated, one going north as the other person rushed towards the southern direction.
"I'm above you," Zylus whispered, balanced on the edge of the brick rooftop, his shadow stretched down the alley walls.
Zylus's movements were too quick to track; he never made one wrong move.
Each one of them sensed it, murderous intent. Which they all stopped in their tracks, each face they now made was one of terror.
Zylus flipped off the rooftop, gravity snapping hold of him as he fell headfirst, his cloth fluttered violently.
"I'm right here," Zylus whispered, his now inverted face filling the leader of those three's vision.
Zylus's eyes stayed calm, almost bored.
Bam!
Zylus punched him to the right side of the alleyway, his back hit the hard-bricked wall as he spat out blood.
"What-"
"Is he really low-rank?!"
Both of them panicked, as Zylus smirked, "Come on, you guys done already? Not really bullies, are you?" He said, no movements came from him.
"God damn it!"
"Ahh!"
Both of them came rushing from both directions right towards Zylus.
"Come on, you guys know better than to rush headfirst." He whispered, jumping in the air, "Double spin kick."
As they closed in from both sides, Zylus planted one foot, twisting his body into a tight rotation. His first kick cracked into one attacker's ribs, and the second rotation sent his heel crashing into the other, launching both of them backwards.
Bam!
They got kicked backwards, their bodies smashed into the dumpsters, and trash jumped onto the floor.
"How tiresome," Zylus whispered, "Now I can finally take my leave."
As soon as Zylus finished, he began leaving the alleyway, when suddenly-
He felt murder, the same one that a spirit would have. Zylus's eyes opened in shock. He started to turn; that feeling definitely came from behind, he thought.
As he turned, that intent disappeared, and all he saw was the same empty alleyway he had seen when he first entered. But something changed, and he depicted it.
"Where," he said in shock, "Where did those bullies disappear to?"
He tried shaking his head, maybe I'm dreaming.
But when he stopped, those bullies were still gone, nowhere to be seen. Zylus instinctively looked around, thinking they ran, but with the amount of damage he inflicted, there's no way they could've gotten far enough for him not see in seconds.
"It's clear," Zylus whispered, his glare darkened, "That presence was no ordinary presence. It was definitely a spirit. And there's a spirit watching me, a traitor probably." He said, beginning to walk out of the alleyway once more.
"For now, I should just go sleep, that's my best bet." He whispered, taking a deep breath.
Now, it was clear. There was a traitor amongst the cadets, controlling those bullies, and possibly, one of Zylus's friends…
"I shouldn't bring it up to others; that would pose a threat. And that aura was the strongest spirit I've ever sensed…" He whispered, going into the public streets of the Demon Realm once more.