There are images in my mind.
Music from a forgotten time.
Piano. Angry lyrics. A white rapper.
Somehow, in this f****d-up situation, I can’t help but remember the song.
‘Till the roof comes off, ‘till the lights go out, can’t shut my mouth’
I bend to avoid a sword and bat the incoming ball of fire back to the mage. I rise and move forward, fast as a cat and my fingers grasp the hand with the sword, twisting until I hear the bones snap.
The man shouts and lets go of the sword but catches it with his other hand and slashes at my midriff.
I evade and counter with a kick to the knee. He evades.
‘'till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps. I'ma rip this s**t 'til my bones collapse’
Behind me, Fa Min is dealing with the captain. Despite having surpassed two Heavenly T
