OUTBREAK (4)

Boom!

Solstice turned around as she heard a loud explosion coming from the orphanage. Her steps slowed down as her heart began to beat faster.

= [Xir, please be careful. May the Goddess be with you.] = she prayed in her heart.

In the orphanage, Xir jumped back and tried escaping the smokescreen that had just been created by the explosion of the spell he had cast.

But as he jumped back, he found his pajamas had been singed. His left arm that was closed to the proximity of the explosion was all burnt. What used to be clothing that hid his forearm all the way to his wrist now showed his scar up to his shoulder?.

= "It was far stronger than I thought. So this is a tier-0 spell used by a Silver Rank Mage. What would happen if that was an actual tier-1 spell? Will I die from my own fire?" =

Xir's heart turned cold, he would have died if what he actually used was a true tier-1 spell. A tier-0 spell used by a Silver Rank Mage had the quarter strength of an actual tier-1 spell.

= "If this is a tier-0 spell, then how strong is a tier-1 spell really?" = Xir questioned.

He turned around after shaking the idea out of his head. He needed to get out of here instead of dallying with such useless thoughts.

= "I need to catch up to then and…" = his words were cut short as a hand extended out of the smoke behind him and grabbed him by the right shoulder.

With great force, Xir was thrown to the side and then tossed to a wall to his right.

Boom!

He crashed and web-like cracks appeared on the wall. Xir crashed and then had a metallic taste appearing inside his mouth. After that, he coughed up blood and weakly raised his head.

An orc that had one of its arms blown to bits walked towards him while looking at him in a crazed manner. Xir was slowly getting up from the wall.

His knees was weak, but he managed to stand. The orc raised its fist and tried hitting him, but Xir dodged by rolling to the side. He glared at the orc and tightly gripped the weapons on his hands. He did not let go of the weapons, letting go of his weapons means that he can't protect himself and that equates to death.

Xir raised his gun pointed his gun at the orc, but as he pulled the trigger no bullet came out.

= "Shit." = he cursed out loudly, but as he did so, the orc found a chance to lunge and take him out. With a fist that was big as two of his heads combined. The orc delivered a full-frontal attack without any hesitation.

Bang!

Xir was sent flying for ten, twenty meters away from where he originally stood. Xir who was already weak and could barely stand now was on his last breath.

His mind that was originally more advanced than any of his peers began to move as fast as possible. He needed to get out of here, fast.

= [I have no bullets in the magazine and everything is in my UIR, I have no time to reload. How about a spell? A split second to cast a spell, that's it!] =

Xir threw the gun at the orc which was swat away like it was a fly as he began forming the spell inside his Mana Core. Xir's mind and Mana Channels was moving at a rate that was terrifying to be even comprehended by normal means.

Twelve Mana Channels absorbed the Fire Mana and as he did, a split second passed and the Orc that was coming at him was merely three-meters away. Xir poured everything in the spell that he had created and as he raised his wand and uttered the incantation.

= "Igni!" = a ball of red flames was created and then with a sound of something exploding, the fire spell fired forth.

It flew like a rocket and traveled fast. It carried much force and deadly heat. Igni roared and hit the orc straight to the face and as it exploded bits of the orc's head became fireworks for his victory.

Xir would have celebrated if that would have happened.

Instead, the makeshift fire spell that he had not practiced for even an entire day missed its target. The only reason why his first Igni hits its mark was because of its range. But because of his panicked and distraught mind, the fire spell misses its mark by a millimeter and before Xir could cast another spell, the orc was already standing before him.

He looked in horror as the orc raises its remaining hand and with tremendous force hit him square to the face.

* "SHIT!" *

He loudly cursed as he raised both arms to defend himself. But the orc's power was too strong and the result was obvious, Xir's hands became as weak as a stick in front of the orc's power and broke like a dried out twig.

A pained scream rang out and mixed with the chaos that had unfolded in the city. If this was a tale of the old, Xir would be saved by some wizard or some Seeker, but… this tale was not a tale of such miracles.

Because such miracles only happen to those favored by the Goddess, Xir is not favored by the Goddess as he is detested. And because of this, his ending was already predetermined…

Splat!

The sound of blood splattering all over the place as the bones and flesh of Xir's right led was torn off to be devoured by the weaken orc that was wishing to regain its strength.

Xir was about to experience hell or about to head there.