The lady opened her eyes gaining concious.
Crim watched intently as the crippled lady retrieved a serum from her pocket. Upon injection, a captivating aura of blue and green light enveloped her.
As he witnessed this stunning transformation, her fractured bones seemed to miraculously reconstruct, and the once bloody wounds sealed shut, leaving barely a trace.
The young man couldn't help but sigh, reminded of his lack of money. In contrast, the girl, now rejuvenated, brushed off the accumulated dust and settled down.
It was a moment for him to realize the gaping gap of wealth between them, despite her using an expensive item, it wasn't meant to taunt him, even though it did.
-"Say, don't you have any of those? They look somewhat like the regeneration spells used by demons," Scizon innocently inquired.
Crim's response was a frustrated click of his tongue. "Shut up."
Scizon cocked his head, perplexed by the young man's irritation. It took a moment, but then it dawned on him. "Too expensive, huh?" the demon quipped, rubbing salt in the wound.
In response, Crim merely spat on the ground.-
The girl rolled her head, dislodging mud from her hair.
She then pulled out a hairbrush seemingly from nowhere.
-Crim couldn't help but take note of the golden ring she was wearing. "Dimensional storage," he observed. "I wonder if I could swipe it if I get the chance."
Scizon sighed, "Can't you just relax, Mr. Bonds?"-
Interrupting their silent exchange, the girl took a few steps back, wary of the young man trying to put her in a submission hold once more. "What's your name?" she inquired.
Crim quickly improvised, providing a false identity. "Sai Kent," he replied.
"I'm Alora Feirstein. Remember, if you fail..." Alora began but was cut off before she could finish her sentence.
"Off with my head, I know," the young man retorted, unfazed.
He was well-accustomed to contracts and had no need for extra time to adapt to the idea of an adversary becoming an ally, united by a shared, albeit elusive goal.[GE1]
Alora turned behind, getting another weapon that had an alluring color and a feeble brand on its blade: It was a small dagger dipped in a rainbow wave, with a tilt that looked more comfy than a sofa in summer.
Crim scratched his scalp, and followed close behind, concluding a label on the girl saying "Adapting abilities maxed."
Even for him, being able to turn your back on an enemy without a vow or a contract seemed like a fantasy. But as long as it benefited him, the young man did not care.
They walked towards an even more secluded part of the city, where even neon lights did not shine, there seemed to be purple bulbs of light keeping everybody's sight's alive in the dead of night.
The girl seemed unbothered trying to act normal before exiting the place full of stands, selling weapons and armor alike.
"Is this the black market? Because it does seem like it."
Crim asks. And the girl shrugs it off:
"Why should I tell you."
In return he giggled, taking out his phone.
"I got a video of you telling me "R*pe me if you want" that's good enough for you?" Much to the displease of the young women, Crim could not disregard such good blackmail.
She exhaled, completely forgetting the words she had spoken. Much to her dismay, the young man shook his phone so that Alora could barely hold on and not knock off Crim's phone with all her might.
"Fair enough," she hid her face, trying to hide her anger, " It is a minor black market, not flashy like the other ones. This is where we find our guy."
Crim decided to tease further:
"For a person that just pulled a gun on somebody, you acting mighty normal. Multiple personalities or something? Or are you scared."
She did not answer, leaving Crim to roll his eyes. She ventured deeper through the dark corridors, where she finally stopped between a door.
"Want some weapons?" She said, though meaning something different.
Crim picked up on the disguise, this was their destination.
"Sure."
Upon response they entered the room, greeted by stands of iron and cybernetic armors.