[b]“Are you getting tired of this story?”[/b]

Mal’s fluttering eyes snapped wide open. His whole body jolted with magic as the spirt started to spiral inside him. He cursed as blood dripped from thin marks on his chest. They weren’t deep enough to do lasting damage, but it was clear that something was wrong. Mal lifted himself up with one hand against the tree, still panting as he yearned for some way to regain his energy.
[color=yellow] “Where did you come from?”[/color] Mal grinned, [color=yellow]“And what story are you talking about? I must admit, most of my reading has been… academic up to this point.”[/color]

His hands curled into his chains. It irked Mal how this man stood before him. There was no emotion, no intention to him at all. It was like staring directly at a wall.

 And given Mal’s very two-sided philosophy, it made it really difficult for him to decide what was coming next.

[color=yellow] “If you’re talking about the story of life… then you might have to fill me in on the exposition. It’s kinda foggy back there, if you know what I mean. As things are, as long as those Relic things don’t end up in the hands of the dicks of this world, then I’ll be fine.”[/color]

 Blood dropped on the ground beneath him as he drew his free hand across his chest. He had little magic left, only what the spirit could provide, and it was ready to rip him apart to protect itself. He was surprised that it hadn’t decided to go for the dark wave spell it had used several times in the past.

Not that Mal was complaining. It usually hurt like a bitch.

 Mal chuckled lightly, still with a few words curling on his tongue as he stared the man in the eyes. His face was incredibly passive, save for the shark-teethed grin and his vibrant red eyes.

[color=yellow] “Why? What do you have planned for the next chapter?”[/color]