"You're finally determined to break free from that ludicrous, self-imposed mediocrity."
"Indeed."
"Took you long to realize the obvious. Since you don't have «External Magic», using «Internal Magic» was the logical choice."
Vurckair condescending smile is shortly approved by Vallad'Yanna; Who signaled the young man's attempt to simultaneously create Nodes in both hands.
"Instant Cast, plus Five seconds. That's all the time you have to create a Node. If you continue, the initial base structure will spread out, and you'll never be able to form the Node. Cut the current Flow, divide it between your arms, and start again."
The True-Wine light on Vurckair's left hand scattered into nothingness. Then he tried again, and failed. But he understood the woman's words.
{Flow Magic it's like a siphon pouring out water; If i want two jets, i must block the current and balance the outlets}
"Forget Multitasking until you are able to Insta Cast Nodes. Focus on employ the Flow to rise the Node's Tier, and absorb them; The additional weight will crush the impurities in your Grade 0 Singularity, expanding your Store Capacity, until you reach Grade 1."
Pink light enveloped Vallad'Yanna's hand, her Magic interacted with the door, and Vurckair felt a mild brush on his hand, losing his accreditation to enter the room.
"Continue the practice in your new designated quarters."
The sentence was meant for Vurckair, but it served as a call for two ladies. Cailly and Giassmennia.
The first damsel has long, metalized platinum blue hair; Toned silhouette cladded in a semi-synthetic burgundy bodysuit.
The second is a strong athletic tomboy with lavender hair in a bob cut style. Prominent physical attributes emphasize her well-toned body frame; Highlighted further with how tight is her burgundy sport top, shorts, and fingerless gloves.
The latter almost bumped into Vurckair; Mockery flickering on her cream irises, same sentiment reflected on the growing grin of her kissable, light-magenta lips.
It's clear she acted on purpose. Yet, Vurckair can't protest. Which doesn't diminished his reaction, portraying his imposing bearing, exalted by the enteric True-Wine Halo hovering above his head.
The menacing glow is ablaze with an unprecedented latency of Flow Magic, distorting the air with translucent ripples that evoked the Halo's hue; As he speaks towards Vallad'Yanna, disregarding Giassmennia's actions.
"I appreciate the wise advice; And i would like to count with your guidance towards my new accomodations."
The sentence is devoid of sarcasm. But Vurckair's bright, menacing blue eyes look identical to those of an enraged beast, his slit pupils totally constricted, locked onto the feminine curves of his prey.
Yet, he picked up the Variant's suitcase, and stepped out of the bedroom, waiting in the corridor for Vallad'Yanna.
{It's happening again. My primal instincts searching conflict to test the resilience of possible mates. Perhaps i'm pent-up. I haven't had sex in three days or so. The Exile doesn't count. Time has no meaning there}
Vallad'Yanna comes out; Her hand stamped against the wall, impeding Vurckair from walking forth. "I understand you can't tolerate a Gydllurn disrespecting you. And must be difficult to tolerate a Valkysh ordering around a Vecturion. But. I'm a Mäwller too, and your Instructor."
The woman growled gutturally. "Don't you dare to use me again, to get on someone else's nerves. Much less challenge my authority in front of those under my direct supervision. The Vecturion House is unable to protect you from everything."
"What makes you think i need them to take care of my troubles?. «Instructor Mäwller»."
Silence permeated the corridor, interrupted solely by the beating hearts of two individuals with distinct beliefs; What resulted in this not-so-obvious miscommunication.
Politeness can resolve a dispute; But on rare occasions, it becomes the catalyst that guarantees conflict.
Vallad'Yanna is indeed a Mäwller, evident with the peculiar shade of her metalized chocolate hair.
However, her tanned skin remarks her Valkysh ancestry; The ones who care for her since her birth.
Vurckair is oblivious of this fact, and ignored the Valkysh Surname by emphasizing the superior importance of the Mäwller House.
Moreover. The Vecturion constantly seek the Valkysh as «Secretaries». Their dutiful, stern attitude, shattering under pain and pleasure it's a sight to behold, and a remarkable deed rewarded with In-Family status.
"«Instructor Valkysh» for you. «Spoiled Hybrid»…"
{Is that supposed to be an insult?. I do have the genes of three Species. Though its an Union of them, not a hybridization}
"By a mere miracle you managed to conceal the «Perfect Attunement» of your Blaze. Still, it's not enough Flow Magic to face me."
"I don't require pretty light sparks to handle you, Instructor Mäwller." Replied Vurckair concealing the existence of his Halo.
Gravity increased with the illumination provided by Vallad'Yanna's pink aura.
The enhanced pressure is substantial; Many would had collapsed in seconds. Though Vurckair was barely affected.
He dropped the suitcase, and his left empty hand darted towards the Instructor's vulnerable neck.
His fingers clasped together in a tight hold, and effortlessly lifted Vallad'Yanna from the floor.
Her aura's unrestrained might paled to withhold Vurckair's oppressive suppression; Who stamped the Instructor against the opposite wall, choke-holding her in place.
"Should i snap your neck?, Instructor Mäwller." The calm, condescending tone of Vurckair hit Vallad'Yanna harder than the previous impact.
She is at the mercy of the young Vecturion, her life it's literally in Vurckair's hand.
"No response?. Really?. How boring."
The two ladies from earlier heard the commotion. Giassmennia didn't hesitate, and launched herself into the fight with a right hook.
Vallad'Yanna is dragged by Vurckair onto the Tomboy's path; The latter is forced to stop abruptly.
"Despicable Coward!.". Giassmennia screamed. "How dishonorable!. Using a woman as a shield!. Truly fitting for your House's disgusting tendencies!."
"Naive, Gutless imbecile; If you're so eager to strike me. Go through it!. Show how resilient is your conviction, and pierce Instructor Mäwler!."
The Tomboy is shocked by the comment, not reacting immediately at Vurckair's follow up.
"Can't you?. Pathetic!. Who's the coward now?."
Enraged, Giassmennia's cream Halo flared up, but Cailly grabbed her friend's arm, snapping her awake.
She glanced at Vurckair's stoic face. 'He is not bluffing'. The idea chilled Cailly's blood, her body tensed to occult her mild trepidation.
"There is no need for violence, Vecturion."
Vurckair's expression contorted in utter disgust. Once again, his Family was in the middle of his affairs.
"Indeed, Miss; But unfounded assumptions are dangerous; And nobody said lovers can't be rough between each other. «Am i right, My beloved Instructor Valkysh?»."
Vallad'Yanna struggled to perform a slowed, shameful, and compliant nod. Her cheeks colored red, not due to lack of oxygen, and strangely, stirred deep from within her, a sliver of satisfaction…