HP: A Magical Journey-Chapter 388: Let’s Dance
Chapter 388 Let's Dance
Quinn prepared his magic as he thought about the situation he was in.
Aksel Thorn’s talk about the risk of breaking the secrecy laws was real. Even though the park wasn’t a popular population spot, it was still in London, the most populated city in the country. Any commotion that leaked out would reach the massive non-magical population, further alerting the authorities. That snowball would roll down the slope to reach the ears of DMLE for a team of Aurors, Hit Wizards, and Obliviators to arrive at the scene to contain the mess. Which Quinn was sure neither he nor Limax wanted to happen— it was an element that’d get both of them in trouble they wouldn’t even want to touch with a long stick.
The fight hadn’t even started, but Quinn was already regretting his choice. This wasn’t his previous brawls as the Invisible Vigilante, where he could create as much commotion as he wanted— he had to be careful to not attract attention. . . which meant that he had a paper ceiling above his head that was very easy to tear. It was better for him to be in a spacious place, away from curious eyes, where he could let his magic work freely. The current location was tilted in favor of the Limax group.
‘It’s okay; not all is bad,’ Quinn thought, ‘I have the element of surprise. . . and I’m a West.’
Without warning, Quinn broke into a sprint and ran towards the tree nearest to him, ducking just in time to have half a dozen spells miss him. He hid behind a tree and again regretted one of his decision to set up a spatial-locking ward; it would’ve been better to escape rather than fight them head-on. By the time that thought ended, half of the tree trunk had been turned into splinters about to break apart.
‘Time to move.’ He triggered body magic and rushed out, threw a zig-zag in his path, and ran towards the nearest person with a shield that took the brunt of three stunners and multiple anti-shield spells, which surprised Quinn— Limax was looking to really take him out quickly. His shield held up, and he continued to charge the nearest man. Quinn shot a disarming spell at the man— but surprisingly, the man countered it and shot a point-blank stunner in Quinn’s face.
Red exploded in front of Quinn’s eyes. The Limax member in front of Quinn smiled with victory, but the next second, the red spell shrunk down into a point between Quinn’s hand. Quinn raised his foot, front kicked the man a few steps back, and then returned the stunner back into the man’s face, knocking him out cold. Before the man could even fall, Quinn used Empyrean ropes to pull him up and then used the body as a meat shield that took five stunners in the chest.
“Friendly fire?!” Quinn yelled as a taunt from behind the man’s body. “I thought a mercenary group would be better than this.”
Limax members’ eyes followed as Quinn dropped the man to the ground, and when they looked up, Quinn was gone.
“He’s still here; find him!” yelled Aksel to the team. Four members cast magic, and the entire area was flushed with a wave of blue. Aksel kept his eye peeled as he swept the area to find a momentary blur running towards a tree. “He’s running East! Niel, the tree to your left!”
Neil turned to the tree with a savage smile. His wand vibrated with screaming magic that was unleashed towards the general area with a Latin incantation.
“Niel, don’t— !” Aksel’s attempt to stop was drowned by the loud crack of the tree being uprooted and then split in the middle, followed by being blasted into a grenade of splinters. “Neil! What the hell are you doing?! We need him in one piece!” He hastily turned to Lucas, “The sound?” Lucas nodded, and Aksel sighed in relief.
“He’ll be fine; the kid is good with magic,” Neil waved it off. The dust settled with the falling leaves and what left was the remnants of the once brutally murdered tree. . . but no sign of Quinn. “Is his Disilluisionment somehow still on?” said Neil as he cast a spell to check. His expression changed faster than a Snitch on its wings; he yelled out, “He’s not here! I didn’t get him!”
All Limax members armed themselves with spells on the tip of their tongues. A silence passed through the fall leaves beneath them as twenty veteran mercenaries scoured their surroundings. A crunching of leaves sounded out, and everyone turned to watch as a Limax member fell to the ground. Immediately, all tensed their nerves. . . they were two out.
“I want a reveal,” commanded Aksel. On his order, bursts of the counter-illusion spell were sent out; however, unlike the last time, there was not even a blip of distorting movement on the ground.
“AaaaAhH!”
Everyone turned to see one of the Limax member’s legs disappear into the red-yellow canopy of the tree. Aksel held his hand up in a fist to stop everyone from bombarding the tree. Lucas swung his wand, and every single leaf on the target tree fell. . . and along with it came tumbling the unconscious body. Everyone stared at the fall except Aksel, Neil, and Lucas, who flushed the tree with a gust of freezing winds that froze icicles on the naked tree top. There was no one there.
“Be attentive—”
A muffled groan was followed by a thump in the dry leaves. Eyes widened as they pointed their wands to their fallen comrade, who had been standing right in the middle of the formation. There wasn’t need for an order for the surrounding people to riddle the area with a torrent of spells. . . alas, the magic just passed through.
“Where is the brat?” asked Neil heatedly. Unexpectedly, the answer arrived immediately.
“I’m here, don’t worry. . . ” The Limax team got startled as Quinn’s voice sounded from seemingly everywhere. They looked around to no avail. The voice continued, “Let’s end this, Mr. Aksel. I can’t return home, and I’m sure all of you have more important things to do—” Aksel gave a glance to Lucas, who nodded and stealthily began casting magic “— let’s make a small commotion here; a contained explosion will do, and then all of us leave— you can go back to grandfather and tell him that you found me, but because of the explosion, you lost sight of me and had to leave before non-magical eyes got here. . . after that spend a couple of days looking for until you declare that I can’t be found. . . put some rookies on the busywork of trying to find me while the experienced squad can leave for more important work. How about that? Seems like a sound plan.”
Lucas nodded to Aksel and got a nod back. “We can’t do that, Quinn. It would undermine us in the eyes of your grandfather. We have a reputation to uphold. I have many people working under me who have mouths to feed; I can’t have the firm’s image be tarnished. So, please come out.”
Aksel gave the signal. A spell escaped Lucas’ wand and hit its target. The vacant spot suddenly had a wide-eyed Quinn facing multiple wands; he immediately raised his hands in surrender.
“Let’s not make this more difficult than it has already been, Quinn,” said Aksel, taking out a pair of thick cuffs from his vest. “I would rather have put these on instead of taking half a dozen stunners in the chest. Please believe me, taking any more than five takes a month and a half of complete bed rest and some nasty medicines to recover from.”
Quinn wrinkled his nose, his raised hands clenched into fists as he struggled with the decision. He locked eyes with Aksel and softly shook his head. A split-second later, there was a spell in Quinn’s hand, but before he could cast it, he was hit by multiple stunners.
Aksel sighed at Quinn’s prone body on the ground. “Wands at ready.” He stepped towards and crouched near Quinn’s body, but when he raised his hand to touch Quinn, it passed through it as if Quinn was a ghost. Aksel’s eyes widened as he stood up and turned to freeze.
At the very back of the group, Quinn was gazing at him. He stood behind one of the Limax members with one of his hands just beneath her nose, holding a vial of yellow potion that entered her body through the nose in the form of fumes, while his other hand was on her temple casting some magic.
Quinn let her go, stepped back, and vanished into thin air as if melding into the surroundings, all the while still staring at Aksel.
“Lira?” Aksel called to his subordinate, who had her head bowed. The woman named Lira raised her to reveal glazed-over, hazy eyes. She raised her wand up as the rest of the Limax team turned towards her. Aksel took in the scene for a moment before he yelled, “On guard—”
Lira, with all her power and skill as a veteran mercenary, cast magic on her teammates, who weren’t expecting to be shot at by one of their own. In the mere ten seconds that she had before she was spelled down, Lira took out four of her teammates.
“Fuck!” spat Neil, whose spell knocked Lira out. “That’s it, kid! Come out, and I’ll only break a few of your bones!”
As if responding to his words, four red spells manifested in the air— right in the center of where the Limax members were standing. The four spell-lights zapped away and struck four people in their chest, sending them flying a couple feet. The initial spells hadn’t even hit their target when four more appeared and launched themselves at yet another four Limax members.
Aksel, Neil, and Lucas, who hadn’t been targeted, all immediately let out some severe spell-power to the origin of magic. A bright shield was immediately erected in response to their spell, but the Limax-founder’s magic tore, ate, and shattered the shield to strike the caster.
Quinn immediately became visible, slapping his sleeve, which was on fire. “Shit, shit, shit, I liked this suit,” he said in a tone not suitable to the situation. He looked up at them and spoke, “Well, it’s only four of us up now. Me and the original gang— reminds me of the afternoon in Denmark when we first met.”
“What did you to her?” asked Aksel with a tone void of any previous softness.
“Organized chaos,” said Quinn, smiling proudly. “Potion of madness combined with some suggestions planted in the front of her mind. I pointed to a direction, and her honed instincts did the rest. . . don’t worry, neither Ms. Lira nor I used any lethal spells; everyone will be up and running within a week of rest.” He again raised his hands, “You don’t have to look at me like that. You’re here to arrest me against my will; I had to retaliate. . . Listen, I’m sorry that you had to be involved in this family dispute, and if it’s any consolation, I think you’re on the right side— it’s just not the time for the wrong side to be defeated.” Quinn pointed at the knocked-out bodies and continued, “Isn’t this enough? This would be enough for grandfather to get off your back. Believe me, if you tell this exactly as it was— he’d thank you and tell you to rest.”
Aksel shook his head and continued to do so for a moment. “We are taking you home today; there’s no other way to it.” Lucas stared a Quinn with a face that could be confused with a statue, while Neil looked like he wanted to kill and drink Quinn’s blood.
Quinn rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck,
“Let’s dance then.”
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Quinn West – MC – I like to tango.
FictionOnlyReader – Author – NBA Final Game-5. 27-16 for GSW. End of Q1. I bet for GSW.
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