The Arcane Guardians Chapter 63: Chapter 58: Queen Of The Jungle

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“Dude, why’d you do that?” Savvos whispered to Felix, despite clearly being within earshot of their captors. “You’re not saving me, man. The Grave Markers aren’t ones to be trifled with.” “I’m not doing this because I’m some kind of saviour,” Felix hissed back. “There’s something I need to know, and their leader is a good place to start searching.” He felt something hit the back of his knee, so he took the cue to kneel like a prisoner about to be hanged. “You’re either not from around here, or you’re out of your gods-damned mind.” Savvos shook his head slightly. “The best we’re getting out of this is a thorough bashing. Lucius is a Tier Four Meta and his boss is a Tier Five. They’ll beat us like a pair of bongo drums.” “We’ll see about that…” Felix mumbled. There was a loud thud all of a sudden, and Savvos’ body crashed in front of him. Felix scarcely had time to open his mouth in shock when a boot pressed the man’s face onto the floor. “No witnesses now, Savvos.” Lucius signalled for his men to close the doors. “Time to give you what you really deserve.” “If you had only squealed about my Boss, I wouldn’t have given a shit.” Lucius’ foot turned into concrete as he lifted it, before crashing it down on Savvos’ face again. “But you just had to leak my name to the constables!” “I’m sorry…” Savvos’ voice was barely audible through his blood-stained teeth. “I’m sorry—” “And now, my name is on their fucking list! They raided my warehouse and seized all my spellcrafts!” Lucius roared. “If Boss doesn’t kill you, I will. I’ve got nothing else to lose anyway!” “My family… Please…” Savvos whimpered. “Warlock Vulcan threatened to kill them if I didn’t tell her who my handler was. I… I had no choice.” “I don’t give a fuck about your family!” Savvos’ bloodshot eyes widened in horror as Lucius pulled out a pulsating spellcraft. Felix clenched his jaw; it was obvious what the gangster was intending to do. “Perhaps it’s time you partake in what you’ve been peddling.” Lucius opened the spellcraft as his men held the struggling Savvos down. “Five years in rehab; ten years to get clean. You won’t be seeing your family in a long time. That’ll teach you to keep your bloody mouth shut.” Glyphs trickled out of the tome, hovering dangerously in the air as the gangster brought the corrupted spellcraft closer to Savvos’ trembling face— “Oi, that’s enough.” “Huh?” Lucius swung to Felix, his face contorted in both confusion and anger. “The fuck did you say? What the fuck did you just say?! ” Felix glared at him, ignoring the sharpened finger thrust in his face. “If you want to keep your hand, you shouldn’t.” That was the last straw. Lucius snarled as his body turned into shiny steel immediately. Felix’s eyes shot to the Meta’s right hand, only then noticing that he was holding his knife by its blade instead of the handle. He scoffed in realisation. This wouldn’t take long. A powerful blast of psionic energy knocked out the rest of the goons immediately. Lucius was still charging towards Felix, clearly too overwhelmed by his anger to notice what had already happened to his men. Felix cocked his head to the side. There was a sickening sound of metal twisting as Lucius released a blood-curdling scream, holding his mangled metallic hand in pain. The knife slipped from his hand and his skin regained its normal texture immediately. The gangster growled aggressively, pulling out a pistol with his other hand. “Oh no, a gun. My weakness; it’s small guns. Whatever shall I do?” Felix sang sarcastically before pink filled his eyes. Lucius’ body twitched but the metal from the gun could not spread past his wrist, stopped by a faint pink glow. His breathing picked up pace as his hand trembled, fighting against the telekinetic force twisting it to point the gun at his own head instead. He squeezed his eyes shut. The trigger pulled itself back— There was a loud crack. The gangster opened his eyes again, now hyperventilating and practically swimming in his own sweat. A b