Silence reigned the room for a couple of seconds. Neil, for maybe the fifth time of his life, laughed. "Ahahaha! What a joke. Is this the saviour you were waiting for: a bunch of kids? You do realize that I have killed over 10,000 people over the years, vaporized entire cities from the face of this planet, and wiped out an entire civilization from the face of this universe? And yet, a mere pipsqueak has decided 'oh you know what, let's be the hero, the good boy, and save the damsel in distress'." Neil, still laughing, wiped out the few tears that emerged from his eyes. After which, he drew his hands away from the speaker's throat, and pointed them to Grud and Jake, "Now you shall both die!"
From his hands emerged a 4-tiered magic circle, from which small spikes of darkness were shot, just like bullets. Grud stood in shock as the spikes whizzed through the air, getting closer second by second. As he realises that he would soon likely be dead, a sudden jolt from the side pushed him down into the floor like a ragdoll.
Turns out, Jake was the one who had pused him off from the side. He does not why, but just as the assassin was about to conjure his spell, he got an unusual premonition that, somehow, he knew that a projectile of darkness would be performed from those hands, and that he would only have 3 seconds to respond to it. He also somehow knew where the exact trajectory was, the the exact wind speed of the room, and exactly what the composition of the spell would be.
As soon as both hit the sack, the billets pierced the wall behind them. Sizzling sounds were heard from behind them, along with a putrid smell emanating from there. When both turned back to look what had caused this, their eyes shrunk in shock.
Large portions of the wall, along with the door, had melted into silvery and pearly puddles, the only evidences left of what had stood there. Large holes littered the barely intact wall, dark scorch marks etched deeply in the wounds. Despite the absence of the spikes, the damage appeared to be ongoing, with areas of darkness expanding like ink, albeit at a considerably slower pace.
"I-I didn't realize that he was a tier 4 sorcerer! This is practically a death sentence!" Finally realising the gravity of the situation, Grud panicked. He started to rip up his shirt, hoping that the makeshift white flag would prove that they had given up and surrendered. Jake, witnessing this, promptly slapped Grud's hand, and whispered "Stop it! I have a plan. Distract him, and I will do the rest."
Having been left no options, Grud decided to accept Jake's proposal, and started taunting Neil "Hey you! Yeah, you! You bag-ridden, flea-smelling, thrombax looking son of a b#£%h, you can't even shoot a sunabbit if its the last thong you do. Heck, I dare you to catch me of you can!" Grud immediately began attracting Neil's attention, which, surprisingly worked, because although he remained stood, Neil was a very proud man, having a success rate of over 90%, more than most of his contemporaries in the industry.
He quickly became very aggravated, causing him to drop of the speaker into the floor, and charging towards Grud. Gris immediately bolted in a zig-zag manner, swerving across the many exhibits, while constantly taunting him.
Meanwhile, Jake started to prepare his trap in order to defeat Neil. He first made a shallow pitfall, which was surprisingly easy due to the damage done from the previous attack. Polishing wax from the cleaning supply found nearby was used as a grease trap, and finally a large shield was hung as a lid to trap him.
"Now Grud now! Bring him here, to me." Grud, hearing the signal from Jake, veered of from his original path, and sprinted towards him. After reaching him, the laid out the wax, melted using broken lamps, as the grease pit, to which Neil fell into. Using the momentum from the previous chase, he quickly slid into pitfall, the grease reducing the friction he came into contact with. As he started to slip and fall, trying to regain his balance, the giant shield fell on top of him, effectively trapping him into a makeshift cage. "Phew, that was close. High five" Grud wiped of the sweat from his forehead, and reached out to Jake.
Just as they were about to high five, a giant boom was heard.