Chapter 67 - Budding schemes
Scarlett gaped at the scene before her. A gust of wind swirled across the courtyard as Fynn jumped out of the broken window, touching down next to the person who’d flown out it.
“What is the meaning of this?” she cried out, rising from her seat as she looked towards the person lying on the ground. A large patch of flowers had been flattened by the broken glass and the person’s fall, but the surrounding flowers stopped her from seeing much of their figure.
Fynn looked at her, but his head almost immediately snapped back to the person beside him as they moved. Fynn lashed out, but the person had somehow already made it halfway to their feet and stumbled away from the attack, squashing even more of the colorful flowers under their feet as they stepped back. They wore a dark hood, and two knives flashed into their hands from out of nowhere.
Scarlett breathed in at the sight. So this was an intruder? Had the Cabal made their move?
Fynn let out a low growl as he jumped after the figure, the winds running over the flowerbeds along with him. The hooded figure dodged the incoming blow, side-stepping under it and shuffling onto the stone path leading around the courtyard.
Scarlett lifted her hands—sensing Rosa raising her klert beside her—and readied herself to use her magic. Fynn dove in once more, the young man acting fiercer than Scarlett had ever seen him before. As he swiped out towards the intruder once more, an indistinct green light formed into claw-like shapes around his left hand. Scarlett stilled at the sight, the hooded intruder only barely managing to step out of the claws’ range.
Since when could Fynn use [Claws of the Tempest]?! She thought it would take him far longer to learn that.
Scarlett had to push any further thoughts over Fynn’s surprising development to the side, as the intruder tried to dodge yet another swipe from Fynn. It forced them into the path of the young man’s other hand, which also sported claws now.
The intruder suddenly turned into a hazy streak of red. Fynn’s claws tore through the light red fog left behind as the person reappeared a few meters away, close to the mouth of the courtyard.
Scarlett’s eyes widened. She recognized that ability.
Like a predator locking onto its prey, Fynn was already about to jump after the person.
“Halt! Fynn, stop at once!” Scarlett yelled.