Zaphael Xenji was a scammer. He scammed kids. That made it even, since he was also a kid. But he was no thief. He scammed with grace, intellect, and with a lot of preparation, and never took away anything by force. Never by force.
Not even the Wispghoul and Tanglevine that he'd won—because of his hard-earned knowledge of every single mechanic of the game—from that rich brat a week ago. Both those skymon cards had orange borders. Super rare variety, just below epic variety and over rare variety. Probably only printed in the thousands.
'And I own both.' Zaphael smiled as he held each card in either hand, looking up at them under the open sky, lying atop a supply crate in the middle of the skyjet manufacturing station, sounds of slashing, welding, and beating sounding through the busy air.
