Chapter 3: The Plague’s Shadow
The one leading the attack had blonde hair with red streaks and an otherwise lean build, the other two had identical, symmetrical features that revealed their identities as twins.
The blonde boy—or Blondie, as Logan called him — charged forward, a fireball in hand. When he got within fifteen meters, he hurled it.
Logan cast one of the spells his parents had left him in the cottage, "Decaying Touch", wisps of darkness gathered around his forearm, forming a membranous gauntlet like structure.
Such a strange contraption couldn’t stop the fireball and neither was it meant to. Bending his back, Logan avoided the fireball but his focus barely lingered on it as his hands shot to his sides catching the fists of the twins.
They both had orange streaks in their hair and showed similar shocked expressions at his achievement.
"You used that on me the last time, remember?" Logan asked rhetorically, his voice full of disdain as he quickly remembered their first fight two years earlier.
The shocked faces of the twins slowly paled as they felt vitality leaving them.
"Flame Torrent!" A third voice cried out forcing Logan to let go of the twins and jump away at the same time a torrent of flames flew in his previous position.
"An E rank spell." Logan surmised in shock as he looked at the damage the spell caused but before he could adjust accordingly, a bolt of lightning charged up, ready to fly in his direction.