Things were about to get extremely bloody, Fei could even feel the hatred within the room strengthen. One look at Jessi made the startling realization that the two were in no shape to win more obvious. She could feel the energy slowly draining from her body, feel the heat within her growing weaker. Part of her felt even more enraged, the callow slugs were beyond frustrating. There had to be a plan… A way out… Plans scattered through her brain, searching for an answer, when she looked down to find a cup of the rubbish ale leaking close to her feet. Scattered everywhere across the room, in fact, were bottles of ale, waiting to be spilled. A wicked grin covered Fei’s lips. She needed to get Jessi out of here.
Before she could make any movements toward her plan, a pig-headed buffoon stepped toward them with an axe. She didn’t even flinch as Jessi positioned his spear for the man. She did however blink when he was impaled by a single arrow and there standing at the front of the door was none other than Emilia, Puppeteer of Warovia, an enemy of her mother. People within the tavern paused and stood in silence as the woman gave them two options.
Fei’s eyes darkened with fury. The situation was beyond frustrating. Nothing would insult her mother more than taking the help of this woman but they might never get out of here if they didn’t accept. She sighed in annoyance. Even if the two had a way out, pissing off the host of the competition Fei needed to win might ruin any chance of collecting the relic.
Jessi spoke while Fei debated her options, promising his allegiance to her. It would come down to her decision then, as it should. Fei wasn’t sure what to do though, and found herself at a lost for words. She glanced at Emilia one last time. There was only one reason Fei had made the trek all the way here, something that would bring her the honor she deserved. Silently cursing to herself, Fei’s eyes glowed with her fiery anger as she spoke.
“My reasons for being here are quite obvious. I wish to compete in your competition, puppeteer. As for our offer, I believe we will accept. However, you must swear on your word that no harm will come to either me or my companion,” Fei almost instantly regretted giving Jessi such a title but no hint of it showed on her face. It would not do well to show weakness in front of Emilia.
Glancing back at the alcohol, Fei thought there was no reason why the disgusting tavern should escape punishment. Casually, she let a small breath of fire light her pointer finger looking down at the alcohol. Perhaps Jessi would understand, perhaps not. It didn’t matter, either way, when the moment the two left the tavern, it would no longer exist.
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