"I already tried being nice," he said in that calm, dispassionated voice, still perusing the map. "I tried being nice, and you took advantage and played with me like a toy, your little puppet. Now," he looked up at here over the top of the map. "I decided that I will not be played with. I will not be toyed with. You can waggle your derrier at me all you want, but I'm not having it. I'm going to search for a magical artifact, and you will be coming with me. You can be nice- which you most definately have not been- and we will be business partners or, you can try to play my emotional violin, and the strings will snap at your fingertips, lashing at you. I can be very cruel, and I do not want to be cruel."
Rei frowned. What was that? That smell. It was something like magic, but...more pure. He felt himself softening, thinking that maybe he could buy her breakfast. He shook his head, as if to dislodge it somehow before leaning forward suddenly, and licking her face, the part of her left cheek that met the corner of her mouth. He moved back only slightly, his face still hovering inches before hers.
"You little c-..." he had stop himself something unnoblemanly. "You were trying to spell me, weren't you? I am Rei of the Acualian House. I've had the finest magical schooling in the country, possibly even the world. And you thought you could spell me that easily? Not easily, girl. You're paying for your own breakfast. It seems you don't know how to play nice."
He sat back into his seat, only to be grabbed by his silk collar. Looking up with a scowl, he found one of the bulky ruffians glaring down at him. "What do you want?" Rei hissed.
"Rei of the Acualian House? The Rei who all my girlfriends dumped me for, after sleepin' with you? That Rei?" The man growled like he was gargling basilisk eyes.
Rei smiled darkly at him. "I doubt you would know this, probably having never stepped foot on a marble floor before now, but humans, as compared to barbarians such as you, do not fight in nice inns. How would you like to bash your empty head in outside?"
The man roared, and, fist like a falling war hammer, smashed Rei's face in. His blow was so poweful, Rei's face was warped to the other side, as if there was no bone... Rei looked back up at the man, face squashed. He smiled as his face oozed back into its original face. It was the smile a villain gave his victim before locking them in a trunk and burying it, them quite alive and councious, hammering at the lid, screaming for mercy. "Krem? You should go and get your things. We'll be leaving shortly." With that, he swung his fist back, and shot it at the man's jaw. Unfortunately for the man, Rei's fist transformed into an iron fist midway.
The man shrieked in pain as his jaw broke and his skin sizzled and burn, as if the fist was instead made of acid. And, being a Serenian, it was. He dropped to the ground, squirming and clutching ay his face and screaming. All of the more upper class customers ran outside, unused to such fights, and those on the floor above quickly ran for the stairs and watched, wide-eyed. The other ruffians rushed up from their seats, and over to their new enemy. "You know how we got the money for this place?" One of them yelled. "We killed a berserk dragon that was sick in the head and killing people! If we can slay a dragon, do you think you even stand a chance?"
"Against dolts like you? There's no way I could lose." With that, battled ensued. They rushed him, trying to bury him with their fist and feet. A couple of them even took out knives. He changed his body quickly, from iron to stone to slime to rubber to crystal to full-body flint blades, to a dragon, blowing fire at them. The innkeeper had long ago run out the door, eager to escape the massacre ruining his bar. Soon, they were all unconsious or, rather unfortunately, quite conscious, and in intens pain. All sans one. The man smiled just at darkly at Rei as Rei was leering at him.
"Those men could not have even touched the dragon without me. You see, boy, you can't touch me. Come at me, and I'm gone, somewhere else. You see, I'm a mage, too." Suddenly, his hands flashed out wards, and a ball of white lightning shot out from his palms and shot to the other side of the room, slamming Rei against the wall so hard, the building shook violently, knocking everything on the walls onto the floor, and eliciting screams from the stairway, where people were too afraid now to stay on the top floor, but couldn't even dare to cross the lobby floor for the open door on the other side, sunlight shinig through like freedom; and from outside, where spectators listened to the screams inside and watched the building shake.
Rei's head lolled, his stone body chipped as he lay slumped against the wall. Though he knew some spells, physical magic was his forte, his gift usually sufficient. He watched in. Horror as the mage crept forward, demonic grin on his face, palms held out. I'm going to die... Rei thought. But I can't... not yet. I haven't found him yet. My father...
