Damion's pace quickened, and the sickening feeling of someone following him only became more potent. He could almost hear the person's footsteps together with their hot breath on his neck.
He didn't like the feeling at all, but he could only bear with it for a short period and carry out his plans.
He feigned fear, constantly looking around cautiously. His face was drained of all colors, and his eyes were widened.
His breathing hitched, and he grabbed his chest, pretending to feel a stinging pain in his heart.
A random rock which he didn't 'see' caused him to trip, and he fell over. Instantly, he got back on his feets and resumed his walk.
A few seconds later, he broke out into a sprint, gasping for air without having done anything yet.
The panic on his face was so realistic even he might have fallen for it.
Damion had been in this situation so many times in his life that he could easily replicate the actions even in his sleep.
His pursuers fell for his trap, and they all increased their speed to keep up. This was easily done because Damion wasn't sprinting at full speed.
Though he wasn't fast enough to outrun them all, he could still move fast enough to give them some trouble, considering that they didn't want to be noticed.
Damion crossed a long distance in a few minutes, still looking back warily. Sweat matted his back and face, and his cloth was becoming more wet with every second that passed.
He shot by a group of students at full speed, causing their clothes to flap slightly and his shoulder to accidentally hit one of them. They looked at him with frowns and decided to let him go, but the moment they saw who it was, their heads had lines appear on them, and they gave chase.
Unbeknownst to them… it was all part of his plan.
Damion ran like his life depended on it. He moved with all intent and purpose of not getting caught, and soon he took one last turn and came to a halt by a secluded building, bending over and placing his hands on his knees while breathing heavily.
He had barely caught his breath and calmed down when three students, a male and two females, rounded the same corner and stopped just short of the panting Damion.
"You sure know how to run," one of the females spat out.
Damion looked up, showing a look of confusion.
The two girls, one a blonde and the other with blue hair, smiled evilly and raised their hands up.
A small black marble formed on the tip of the blonde girl's finger, and she pointed it at him menacingly.
"Take off your clothes and apologize," the girl said with a wide grin plastered on her face.
Damion stared at them in horror. Not in his wildest imaginations had he expected her to say something like that.
'At least I won't be doing it,' he smirked at this thought and stood to his full height. Dragon's Authority activated suddenly and his aura flooded out, suffocating everything in a ten meter radius.
The girl with the marble hovering before her finger felt the pressure of Damion's presence, and out of fear, she fired the marble at him.
Damion's senses triggered and screamed at him to dodge, warning him to not get hit by the marble no matter what.
He moved his body, shifting out of its trajectory and activating Shadow Pulse immediately.
The black marble slowed down but easily tore through the Shadow Pulse. Thankfully, Damion had moved just in time to make the bullet miss him completely, albeit barely.
The black marble embedded itself in the wall behind him, and Damion took the short moment the students were stunned to charge at the male student, and throw a swift punch.
The students, though shocked by the sudden darkness that had risen to protect Damion, were trained in combat properly and were able to snap out of their daze, focusing back on the battle.
The male student jumped back and positioned himself, pulling out a small bottle filled with a blue gas.
Damion changed his direction immediately the student retreated, and went for the second girl with the blue hair.
Her face turned blue as if she was sick, and she suddenly opened her mouth and vomited a slimy blue blob.
Before Damion could react, the blob latched itself to his forearm and hip, forcing his momentum to be stalled.
He gritted his teeth, frustrated, then he used his other arm to grab the girl by her shoulder and pull her closer to him.
With his strength, he forcefully moved her and used her body as a meat shield to block the bottle that was thrown at him a second later.
Another black marble streaked through the air and almost hit Damion in the shoulder, forcing him to let go of the blue haired girl and move closer to the blonde girl.
It wasn't new to him that getting closer to a person with a firearm would make aiming somewhat harder, so he took the initiative to attack the girl, ducking under her third marble bullet and catching her by her clothing.
An explosion of a putrid blue gas took their attention for a second, and the blue haired girl's screams resounded sonorously from within the explosion.
Damion eyes darkened.
Even if the girl was hit by the gas, she wasn't supposed to be hurt so much, unless…
"He did it on purpose," Damion muttered. "But why?"
Damion wasn't given the chance to think too much about it as another black marble tore through his shirt and made a gash on his chest.
His eyes fell on her, the anger in them evident.
Damion balled his fists and squeezed so hard that his veins bulged visibly. A split second later, his knuckles crashed on the blonde girl's head, cracking her skull and knocking her out instantly.
Out from the veil of blue putrid gas, the boy lunged at Damion with his hands outstretched.
A ball of blue gas formed quickly in the boy's palms and he flung it out to Damion's side and made them explode.
Damion used Shadow Pulse again and took some steps back. He gained some breathing space, but it was quickly filled with more of the blue gas again.
The boy appeared behind Damion like a phantom and kicked, but another Shadow Pulse threw him off balance and made him stumble back.
Damion twisted on his feet and turned around in one smooth motion. His fingers curled into a solid fist and he drove it into the boy's face.
He felt victory was close, however, without warning, his fist went through the boy's body like he had punched air, and his momentum made him fall over.
"Gotcha," the boy said, and he swung out the axe he had seemingly pulled out from nowhere, and blood splattered on the ground.