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continued to do so even when the door behind them burst open and Bastet clambered onto the roof.
MaLeila began to call the woman’s name, but before she could there was a sharp rise in the temperature and from Bastet’s right hand bursts a flamethrower aimed directly at Tsubame. MaLeila had only begun to step back when she was pulled out the way and forced to the ground as the flamethrower widened across the roof before dispersing.
“I didn’t think you were interested in protecting me anymore,” MaLeila said dryly to Devdan.
“Old habits die hard,” the man grumbled as he turned to look at Bastet who was slowly turning about the roof looking for Tsubame who had disappeared. “What the fuck was that?”
“Sorry. I figured you’d both have enough sense to get out the way,” Bastet said.
Devdan rolled his eyes and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Change of plans,” Bastet replied. “We can’t leave without Tsubame. She may have just started World War III, but we’ll finish it a hell of a lot quicker if we capture her and deliver her to the Russians.”
“And on whose behalf are you working on by doing that? To be honest it sounds like something the Magic Council would order,” Tsubame said reappearing in the same spot she had vanished from as though she hadn’t vanished in the first place. “Tsk, tsk. It seems like all of you suffer from trying so hard to live up to someone else’s expectations of you that all of you are a slave to something or someone in your own way. Why try to stop this war when what I’m actually doing is liberating you?”
It was the way Bastet rolled her left shoulder back that gave away to MaLeila that Tsubame had struck a nerve with the woman. Tsubame seemed to know it too because she continued, “It’s because despite the fact that you left the service of the Magic Council a long time ago you’re still their bitch.”
Bastet sent the flamethrower again and this time Tsubame took out her fan and brought it down in an arch to create a strong dust of wind that fanned the flames away from her and back at Bastet, whom the flames did little damage against.
“I didn’t think you were as stubborn as Nika, but I guess you are which means I’m going to have to rough you up a bit before you come to your senses and listen to me,” Tsubame said.
The woman flew through the air at Bastet while bringing out her second fan. Bastet ran to meet the woman’s charge, charging up another flamethrower. Just as Tsubame brought her arms down in a crisscrossing motion, Bastet slid under Tsubame’s feet, got back to her feet, and sent the flamethrower at the woman’s back.
Tsubame simultaneously turned to face the flames, tossed one of fans in the air, catching it in the same hand as the other, and held her hand out to gather the flames in her hand into a tight ball. She glanced between it and Bastet twice before humming and tossing the ball into the air. Only when it began to fall to ground and the woman didn’t make a move to catch it did MaLeila figure out what the woman was doing.
“Fuck. She’s setting the mood,” MaLeila said, bringing up a shield just as the ball crashed into the roof.
The shield did little good besides protecting her and Devdan from the initial flames before the roof exploded and caved in. Even before the dust settled, MaLeila pushed a large piece of concrete off her back as she coughed up debris and waved smoke from the fire that was beginning to overtake the compound out her face. Instinctively, she began to call for her staff and only when she didn’t feel the cool metal in her hands did she remember that Tsubame destroyed it. She stood up looking around the debris for Tsubame, Bastet, and Devdan. Devdan burst forth from some rubble not too far away from her rubbing the right side of his chest. MaLeila narrowed her eyes in concern, but said nothing as she continued to look for Tsubame and Bastet. Another explosion rocked the compound and MaLeila
MaLeila began to call the woman’s name, but before she could there was a sharp rise in the temperature and from Bastet’s right hand bursts a flamethrower aimed directly at Tsubame. MaLeila had only begun to step back when she was pulled out the way and forced to the ground as the flamethrower widened across the roof before dispersing.
“I didn’t think you were interested in protecting me anymore,” MaLeila said dryly to Devdan.
“Old habits die hard,” the man grumbled as he turned to look at Bastet who was slowly turning about the roof looking for Tsubame who had disappeared. “What the fuck was that?”
“Sorry. I figured you’d both have enough sense to get out the way,” Bastet said.
Devdan rolled his eyes and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Change of plans,” Bastet replied. “We can’t leave without Tsubame. She may have just started World War III, but we’ll finish it a hell of a lot quicker if we capture her and deliver her to the Russians.”
“And on whose behalf are you working on by doing that? To be honest it sounds like something the Magic Council would order,” Tsubame said reappearing in the same spot she had vanished from as though she hadn’t vanished in the first place. “Tsk, tsk. It seems like all of you suffer from trying so hard to live up to someone else’s expectations of you that all of you are a slave to something or someone in your own way. Why try to stop this war when what I’m actually doing is liberating you?”
It was the way Bastet rolled her left shoulder back that gave away to MaLeila that Tsubame had struck a nerve with the woman. Tsubame seemed to know it too because she continued, “It’s because despite the fact that you left the service of the Magic Council a long time ago you’re still their bitch.”
Bastet sent the flamethrower again and this time Tsubame took out her fan and brought it down in an arch to create a strong dust of wind that fanned the flames away from her and back at Bastet, whom the flames did little damage against.
“I didn’t think you were as stubborn as Nika, but I guess you are which means I’m going to have to rough you up a bit before you come to your senses and listen to me,” Tsubame said.
The woman flew through the air at Bastet while bringing out her second fan. Bastet ran to meet the woman’s charge, charging up another flamethrower. Just as Tsubame brought her arms down in a crisscrossing motion, Bastet slid under Tsubame’s feet, got back to her feet, and sent the flamethrower at the woman’s back.
Tsubame simultaneously turned to face the flames, tossed one of fans in the air, catching it in the same hand as the other, and held her hand out to gather the flames in her hand into a tight ball. She glanced between it and Bastet twice before humming and tossing the ball into the air. Only when it began to fall to ground and the woman didn’t make a move to catch it did MaLeila figure out what the woman was doing.
“Fuck. She’s setting the mood,” MaLeila said, bringing up a shield just as the ball crashed into the roof.
The shield did little good besides protecting her and Devdan from the initial flames before the roof exploded and caved in. Even before the dust settled, MaLeila pushed a large piece of concrete off her back as she coughed up debris and waved smoke from the fire that was beginning to overtake the compound out her face. Instinctively, she began to call for her staff and only when she didn’t feel the cool metal in her hands did she remember that Tsubame destroyed it. She stood up looking around the debris for Tsubame, Bastet, and Devdan. Devdan burst forth from some rubble not too far away from her rubbing the right side of his chest. MaLeila narrowed her eyes in concern, but said nothing as she continued to look for Tsubame and Bastet. Another explosion rocked the compound and MaLeila
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