"What is this?" Chad 63B4 gazed at his predecessors, almost stuttering on his words by how much bloodlust leaked from them.
Their eyes stood as an image of hate and disgust, sharply pierced into the man who stood before them.
Chad 63B4 carefully analyzed the armed Luxols before him.
Counted above a dozen, they each pointed their laser guns at him, the mechanical standing as an undisputed prowess of both power and beauty.
They were dressed in body tight costumes, each with a crest at the left upper chest region - a symbol composed like the gem of a splendid crown, warped in a pattern of shimmering gold.
They were fortunately, mere soldiers of the Luxols, and though they were highly trained and skilled, it wouldn't have been comparable to actual Luxols' army General or Commanders.
Through the millennial Luxols had spent in Earth, mankind although, plagued by their recurrent attack took as much note they could on their military concept.
And from what Chad 63B4 knew, the batch before him were known as the Orients, the second least rank after the Oriented.
These soldiers were majorly trained with weapons and devices, mechanizing it to their suiting purpose to cover the lackluster prowess of their magic.
Like humans, the Orients could use only one ability that stood in the boundary of offense or defense. When their higher ranked mates - Oriented, Interns, Commanders, Generals, and finally the Masters - could learn to manipulate as much magic they wanted, as far they remained within their mana range.
Two Generals, however, stood in front of the army, one holding Race 0A1 tight on his shoulders, and the other, standing with his arms folded.
"Plygania will not willing let two foreigners leave its territory like it is nothing. The populace have made their votes with the Brass Elders, and higher authorities to condemn the outsiders."
As Chad 63B4 listened to the unruly voice of the standing General, he felt his rage ticking on.
It would have only been a matter of time before he shew these race what he was made of. But still he feared if it would be useful.
He had covered the Generals in a burst of flames previously, and not even their clothes were harmed.
But soon, he began to feel dejected of how racist the race actually was. He'd worked for them against his fellow human - though not by choice, and still, they wanted him dead with a cover-up of traspassing.
"Just hand me the boy!" Chad 63B4 replied the General after a while.
He only knew of one entrance and exit into the Temple, and unfortunately, it was being blocked by the armies.
"Hump!" The General almost leaked a grin, exposing his sparkling white teeth with a pair of canine,
"But Plygania have still given you a chance to leave - albeit not easily."
He continued, his dominate and stunning figure exuding a dangerous aura, "You kid... Race 0A1 will be given to your custody while you remain in this temple. But once you get outside...with the army, as well as I and my brother in here, the game of Chase And Kill will officially begin!"
'That was a straightforward revelation.'
Chad 63B4 was stunned... No! More than stunned by the idea of the Luxols.
What would have been the difference if they were first let to freely leave the vicinity of the Brass Temple, and then to be hunted later.
The sheer seconds of distance was nothing but a lackluster offer that could only the exciting for an inexperienced moron.
Followed by the words of the General, Race 0A1, the lad who had been shivering under his cloth was allow loose from the grip of the second General.
Quickly he ran to the only source of protection he could afford amidst the chaotic energy of the hall - Chad 63B4.
The teenager and his elderly counterpart shared a brief stare before returning their eyes to the dangerous predators in the room.
Like a fisherman throwing hook with bait into a sea of fishes, the armies cleared a straight path towards the wide opened door leading to the outer landscape.
"Do you by any means have a teleportation skill?" Race 0A1 whispered to the man beside him.
As much as he knew, he was more at a disadvantage here, with zero means of escaping of the chaos eventually began.
As a matter of fact, he was a burden to the man, leeching his vulnerable self into the vicinity of the latter.
And it pained him.
To be such a weak and incapable lad when he used to be, in contrast, a pawn... no, a knight in a chess game that couldn't be easily displaced.
"No!" The monotonous recede from Chad 63B4 caused Race 0A1 to gulp.
Chad 63B4 was gazing at the sunny atmosphere outside the room, and then at the predatory stare of the army.
He cringed at those moment, unable to figure a way to escape this uncalled tragedy.
'If I had a teleportation ability indeed.'
He laughed innately, though still spooked by the chilling radiance of the room.
And then there was Race 0A1, the mana disabled student who had to scheme himself into this adventure.
By his sheer presence, the mission to escape from this pradating cove was unlikely.
Chad 63B4 alone, could barely match the speed of a Luxol, and now, a complete handicap added to his responsibility.
He stared at the only visible part in the boy's face - a pair of glossy eyes, "Race... We're supposed to make a run for it,"
The boy nodded with keen eyes, trying to look bold even though his eyes negated it.
The man heaved a sigh. If they spent more than a minute here, then the army would have been pushed to react, "I guess they'll start attacking once we cross a small fence at the front!"
"But from then on, I want you try and do two things..."
"Run! And also, try to find a scooter..bike, or something you can ride."
Chad 63B4 read the confusion written over the boy as his brows furrowed. But he went further to explain, "I'll also try and find one for you..."
"I...I've never touched a scooter - or bike before." The latter quickly explained, almost leaking tears from his eyes.
The situation was dire, and if he had no means to escape, it probably would have been his last day of living.
The gaze from Chad 63B4 remained brisk and resolute, almost urgent in response to the Luxol's dying patience.
"Okay! We'll figure it out -"
"But what about the other Luxols that aren't armies? Won't they attack?!"
"We'll figure it out also."
Chad 63B4 continued, "3... 2... 1.., are you ready?"
Race 0A1 nodded, framing his legs into position.
"Go!"
Both men sprinted across the room at an instant, air trailing behind them as the armies watched with a face filled with nothing but disgust.
Race 0A1 almost tripped on his feet as he felt himself staggering across the ground than he was actually running.
His prodessor, however already dashed out from the room with stroke of lightning emanating from his blurry figure.
Under a second, he reached a small fence that separated the gleeful radiant of the Brass Temple from the concrete pavement of the street.
Chad 63B4 however did not step out of the fence just yet, waiting for a younger figure sprinting towards him.
Seconds later the boy stood before his, breathing out thick air as beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Such speed were unacceptable for a mana-disabled teenager, but somehow, the lad, whether pushed by survival instinct, or sheer resilience reached his mentor within seconds.
"Outside this fence then the real race begin!"
Chad 63B4 pulled Race 0A1 closer to himself, almost into an embrace.
"I'll make a forward leap so we can be few meters further."
The man didn't lay a second gap between his words, and once he was done, his figure that held tight to the shivering teenager leapt into air, creating a noticeable budge on the surface of the grassy ground.
Like a few seconds flight, he floated in the air like did the heavy white cloud, but once again, he came crashing towards the ground, doning with him an impalpable amount of energy.
Swiftly he landed somewhere in the street of Plygania, but it certainly located not too much of a distance from the city exit.
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White_Sage here! I guess we'll manage the characters (exhausting) name only through the next chapter... The numbers are really frustrating.