Raz Stone
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---At least this time, the toss had been of your own will.
Ignoring the shockingly feminine scream (and subsequent stream of curses) of a younger sister of yours as the stage spins you off of itself with absolute force, you give into the most common of Spirit Tamer habits, namely-
"...!"
-finding some absurd, convoluted way to gain momentum over long distances.
Everyone does it eventually, whether it be through propelling yourself with explosions under your feet, riding on a miniature tornado, turning yourself into some sort of throw-able object and having an ally toss you with absolute force, the ultimate conclusion of these matters is that Tamers can't help themselves, they will find some way to fly if necessary, and...
This was quickly becoming your go to-!
Still, in comparison to Ada and the stage, your momentum is ultimately faster, and to that end...
You rapidly approach your destination, the storm of blue and crimson reiki, only to feel something else encroach on your senses the closer you get...
A third energy source, but not reiki, no... This was...
Mana?
A strange form of colorless magical energy given off by a class of relic known as OOParts, items that didn't follow the 'rules' of the World, to the point of using an entirely different energy source (that is, Mana) to actualize their often conceptual abilities... They were rather rare, even the Golden Isle only had a handful of them in their armory, where they were poked and prodded by the local spirit smiths for the sole purpose of figuring out exactly how they functioned, so it was rare to come across one out in the wilds like this, but...
You've spent your fair share of time flirting with the lab geeks, so you know what mana feels like, and up ahead...
Up ahead there's a whole lot of it.
---Still, the imprecise nature of your approach also meant it was an imperfect one.
Your fall is amongst hills of mud, dunes in this desert of pitch black sand; in comparison to your violent entry into Merlin's tower this one is a bit less destructive, a mostly controlled crash into the mud that even has you landing on your feet, but...
It's a bit too short.
The battle you were trying to reach was just over the next hill, you can feel it more clearly now that you're this close, the clashing of two different reiki signature against a mana signature, Erika and the Matador against...
A giant of a man cloaked in the alien feel of mana, clad in a somewhat uncomfortable to behold uniform (was that the
Thule Society of all things?!) standing at the very top of this 'sand' dune, looking down into the valley where Matador and Erika can be sensed but not seen...
"..."
One who has stopped to regard you, the one standing both behind and below him with a scowl, and the one...
"...More X-Cross."
Who simply grunts this at you, hands remaining curled into fists.
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