Capítulo 4: 4. Healer!
I laid back on the bench and paid no attention to the current match, but remained alert as Arisa and the group of spoiled rich kids brought her in.
"Volatis!" Arisa shouted, passing through the entrance doors of the resting area then fell forward from being tripped. Her hands and knees banged as the one that pushed her, erupted into laughter. I stood, maintaining my balance and walked over to help her up. "Two useless no-mage filth! You two were meant for each other." They continued laughing at us.
"Are you alright? Did they do anything to you?" I looked Arisa in her eyes, concerned they might have done something awful to her.
"No, but you're so hurt. You need a healer!" Tears rolled down Arisa's face, worried about my condition.
"It's not enough to stop me from beating them up and escaping. Are you ready?" Arisa was finally back in my protection and there was nothing to worry about now.
"No, heal first then we can escape. Please Volatis, let me get the healer." I didn't let her finish as I acted without her approval.
I was infuriated that both of us got into this situation, but more so that they dragged her into it. Unfortunately, my daggers were taken by the arena staff at the end of matches. I didn't have my own pair, and they held onto them until I needed them for the actual matches.
I made a quick dash and sent a double palm strike at the kid who tripped Arisa. He propelled into the bully behind him and both came crashing down to the ground. There were still six remaining to deal with. A few of them activated their mana shields and tried to stay their distance. I closed the gap and knocked out two others, breaking directly through and shattering their mana shields as if brittle glass.
The remaining four had enough time to focus their magic. Each firing a ranged blast of their specialty. Water, earth, fire, and too slow! I easily predicted their trajectories and dodged to the side, charging to finish them off.
My mind concocted various scenarios that revolved around Arisa and I, escaping to a new city. We would leave behind this awful town to start a new life together; a better one. At least hoping to, before only a singular confused thought remained.
'Why am I falling?'
My body was paralyzed and wouldn't respond to any attempts of movement. I completely ignored the initial onset of pain as lightning magic coursed through my entire being and static dispersed from my limbs.
The sound of light footsteps approached from behind. The sight of clear white sandals entered my view, unable to accept who they belonged to. "Arisa, why?" The question fumbled off my lips as I laid convulsing on the floor.
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