The Heart of battle

When Abel had been informed they would be quelling the raid being carried out by the human parading himself as a phantom lord he was completely mortified. 

Not because he was afraid of the boy, it was simply because he hated work. 

At his age he was meant to be relaxing in a sauna siping a glass of an expensive cocktail. But he did not have such luxury, instead he was being worked like a horse. 

He felt a little relieved though when he was paired up with an orange haired girl who seemed relatively weak. 

Instead of finishing her off quickly he had decided to play around in order to avoid getting any more troublesome work. 

Everything had been going well until she began that damned humming!

From the corner of his eye there was a flash of silver. Aron jumped back in time just to avoid getting split in half by one of the knights that were meant to be their reinforcements. 

"What the hell are you doing?!"