7 Arc II: The Firehouses Five Subjects (1/2)
The Proving Grounds: Forgotten City; Central, Firehouse
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Mat welding iron bars on a windowsill using dark red electricity coming from his right finger tip slowly melting the metals; fusing them together. Satisfied with his work he jumped down then walks towards the buildings facade, viewing the red bricked, two storey firehouse that he reinforced with steel platings and beams.
'That should do it for now.' He walked towards the mechanized garage door for Mhirfa's wagon knocking on its solid steel gate.
. . .
On the rooftop surrounded by barbs and spikes, Mhirfa is humming softly as she takes the bedsheets from the hangers; saw Azaleah coming back from her reconnaissance as she folds, then shouted ”Welcome home Azi!” waving at her.
The fairy ignored her, went straight for Mat's wolf head mantle and buried herself on its fur. ”Mat, there's is another couple of idiots graciously walking towards their demise. Heh.” She then opened a window showing four warriors heading towards City Hall.
Mhirfa opened the Firehouse's garage door. ”We should help em.”
Azaleah sneered, then started playing with the wolf's ears. ”Like you could do anything to save them from what's waiting for them. Hoh ho ho.”
Mhirfa puff her cheeks full of air.
Mat looked at the screen, ahead of the group was a girl about 169cm high, light armored ( reinforced leather ), brown hair in short pony. ”This one seems odd, doesn't seem to have any armaments.”
Azaleah rolled over to look at the screen. ”The brown girl? She's a Summoner, see that hovering golden ball by her side — it turns to a dual crossbow wielding skull masked entity.” She then opened another window showing the summoner in action, gracefully moving around as her summon fires.
”Also seems like she is the leader of the group.” The fairy added.
Smirf moved closer, looking intently at the summon. It was a floating torso of a female with straight black hair wearing an ornamental skull mask. Its purple dress sways freely as it nimbly fired bolt after bolt.
Azaleah full of scorn opened a window showing Mhirfa pulling on her wagon's leash, trying to get it to move over a puddle. ”Oh, Cat — your a Summoner too... Right!? Hoh ho ho.”
”Why ya so mean Azi!” Mhirfa fluttering around. Mat pushed the screen away then patted Mhirfa on the head, making her keel over to him. Azaleah rolled her eyes.
Mat replayed the video of the group. ”She is interesting, but — any heavy hitters among them?”