Brewing steam like dry ice from her pores, Fria's feet shuffled.
Just before her step could plant, Enix timidly shook his head, 'Wh-What does she plan to do in this gathering? Everybody's watching... what can she do?'
Enix, hearing the wheels creak slightly, turned and continued to walk slowly.
The three moved out through the wall that had been removed for the occasion and led to the lawn outside.
As the banquet had still just begun, the guests were chatting away under the shade of lights.
Leaving the grass bathing under the moonlight and projecting an abyss onto the ground to be untreked.
As the two moved on, and found some solitary side, Trevor started, "You disgusting wench... have you ever looked at yourself? That ugly face of yours... do you believe yourself worthy of me?"
Enix stirred, his eyes wandered atop the grass as if expecting a response written upon them.
"Go tell your father that you ungrateful wench aren't of my standard... nor should I be shown such injustice to be married to a piece of crap as you."
His words hadn't finished, he had just opened his mouth to catch wind when another chilled screech burst out, "...You repugnant motherfucker, you wanna die?"
Trevor's and his servant, and Enix's head spun toward the voice that bit like the ice of the north pole.
And as Enix and Trevor stared, there hearts seemed to leap.
Enix murmured, his pores leaping from fright, "Devil!"
Whilst Trevor's jaw slackened as if witnessing a miracle, "Who's this? This divine?"
"YOU SON OF WHORE!! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO SPEAK OF ENIX AS SUCH?!"
Her shrill voice, containing a light intoxicant of her childhood, boomed. Becoming cause of many heads turning their ways.
"W-What are you talking about? H-HOW COULD YOU? HOW DARE YOU SCREAM AT ME?" Veins bulged out of his forehead, his pupils veered to the many spectating eyes, that to him, seemed to mock him. To awaken him from his reverie. And to expound to him the loath they held for him– a maimed person.
His hand passed his hair, pushing them back, he felt the coldness of the sticky sweat that had perspirated out.
His fury didn't manage to burn out Fria's ire. It acted as meager fuel, like throwing coal to the fire.
"YOU IGNORANT SWINE! YOU AREN'T WORTHY TO LOOK UPON ME!" Fria's hand dug down and clutched at a tuft of soft grass sporting beneath her.
Her figure blurred and appeared in the same spot, and, as Enix's eyes fell upon her shadow, by chance, he saw her hand clutching a ghastly plain sword... instead of some mere grass.
Her voice bellowed again, and her figure vanished from the sights of all. Leaving only the keen ones who could sense her gut-wrenching bloodlust to track her.
"NOR ENIX!"
As her voice collected its bits in Enix's ears, he, instinctively, turned toward Trevor.
He saw a devil seemingly whirl around him once before vanishing, as if not even in existence.
"What the..." The servant clutching at the chair's arms joined in, his eyes lowered until he saw the hands trembling so fiercely that the chair rattled.
All of a sudden, a guttural scream erupted as Trevor collapsed down the chair and thrashed on the ground.
His hands clutching his right leg, the right leg which had just lost part below its knee, like his other leg, and was spurting a fountain of blood.
A titter peeked into Enix's ears, and as he stiffly turned his head, he saw Fria creeping just a step behind him. Supporting a wretched grin and a crazed glint as if witnessing a tyrannical enemy's ludicrous demise.
Suddenly, her usual loving and soothing voice whispered out from his head– her earlier words beckoning to him, reminding him, verifying their validity.
'It will be over before a blink.' Enix murmured, lost in some strange, lonely place in his mind, "There's no logic in this world."
"R-Return Impulse! When did she... How could she perform Sir Dukharam's greatest technique?" Gruis's voice cracked as he stared at Fria's visage from a corner in the hall.
"Tr-TREVOR!" Gufra shouted and shot forward, followed by Ululus and Juggu.
Mugam joined shortly after and the rest of the people circled around, spectating the drama with ardor.
Suddenly, just before Gufra had bolted forward.
A spiraling tear, a bloody laceration, curved around from the right feet of Fria and circling her body in an ascending style, crawled up to her neck.
A spurt of blood erupted out from the the lengthy mark, extruding a few more times, as Fria's knees suddenly caved into the soft cushion of the soil.
"Fria!" Enix collapsed next to her and supported her body, convulsing in his grip.
He stared at her frozen expression and glazed, bloody eyes, unable to blink.
"F-Fria, what's happened?" He pleaded.
And Grius, rapidly bolting some orders to his subordinates, patted the guy before zooming toward Fria and Enix.
"Young master. Young mistress!" He exclaimed, kneeling beside Fria and noticing the spiraling tear in her clothes.
"He wasn't ready!" He bit his tongue, "He... He had the technique down already. He had deciphered the principal somehow... but his body was too weak to carry it out.
"But the mere fact he managed to cleanly sever the boy's leg with some grass... his pure technique may have even surpassed Sir Dukharam already!" Gruis suddenly shuddered, "How terrifying are geniuses! Are all like him?"
Enix, hearing him jabber on while inspecting her wound, helplessly stared at Gruis, "Will she be fine? Y-You quickly take her to the nurse!"
Just as Grius was about to lift her, Fria's frozen body broke loose from her confines and raised her head. Her frightening pair of eyes staring straight forward.
Staring unflinching into Ululus's eyes!
"Boy... My nephew! Oh my nephew!" Ululus smiled, smiled a smile too cold to merely freeze, "Why have you done this heinous act?"
Murmurs sprung into the round of spectators.
Juggu's eyes flickered, his fists tightening, 'There are no excuses... if Ululus wishes for repayment. I can't allow harm upon Fria... I will have to offer a leg of Enix if he's unrelenting... maybe two. He has no use for them anyway.'
"Uncle, oh uncle!" Fria tried to force a smile, but ended up with a face morphed in rage and loath, "Ask my cousin... how dare he slander somebody innocent? How dare he try and mock me and my sibling?"
"Weak... your excuse is weak." With strong strides, Ululus tromped forward and peered down with his chin tucked up a bit, "Give me a reason why I shall not impart my son's fate upon you? Give me one beside you being my nephew."
"Hahaha! You are funny uncle. Taking revenge on a dead man is the doing of the shallow." Fria, despite her earlier failures, ended up smiling. And her eye made a quick peek to Enix, and seeing him staring at her with surprise, her smile widened.
"So you admit you indeed where going to kill him? But you fell short... or your body did." Ululus murmured and kneeled down, he stared straight into Fria's eyes before directing them toward Enix, and making him shudder and crawl back, "Young boy... you are certainly a genius. A peerless genius... a pity you have handicapped yourself with the likes of her. But fine, on account of the marvelous feet you had performed that has awed me... I forgive you."
His eyes again settled to Fria, a sly smrik on his face, "But on the condition of you marrying my daughter... and vowing to love her."
Fria stared into his eyes, and just as she was about to ridicule him. Saw her father's figure on his back.
He was standing, hand on his chin, and staring at Enix with a strange look of... pity.
Her heart fluttered, "I swear. I shall love your daughter."
Ululus maintained the same posture, the heavy aura around him making the grass curl.
Before suddenly, he jumped to his feet in a round of applause and a joyous, happy-go-lucky aura, "What a marvelous spectacle! What a brilliant show!!
"Ladies and gentleman! I hope you appreciated the little spar I and Juggu had prepared just for the occasion.
"I hope you had some mystique and enjoyment from out of your boring lives... for that was exactly what we wished to present you on this banquet!"
He paused and started to clap gently, "A round of applause for the contestants."
The air froze as a sole round of clapping reverberated.
Gruis directed his eager, piercing eyes to his servants who were frozen from shock, snapping them out of their daze and following his instructions, beginning to clap.
Following short like dropping beads, the crowd burst and began to whistle and praise heavily.
"Just try and back off from your promise." Ululus smiled toward Fria before moving toward his son– staring at him with confused, big teary eyes. He seemed to be asking, smiling, and wondering. 'For what price did you sell me, father?'