Ava narrowed her eyes at Christoff. The man looked tall and intimidating, but she knew he was actually weaker than Alex and the other man named James.
"Alright, settle down," James said. "Damon is coming. You should take your seats."
"Tsk."
Christoff took a step back and went back to his previous chair after smirking at her. "You can sit next to me... if you want to."
Ava shrugged. She found a seat away from them. Now that she was already on her seat, she looked at the man wearing a red robe. He was taller, leaner, and more powerful than Christoff.
She thought she heard him introduce himself.
Logan.
That was the name of the red-robed man. As if on cue, the man turned his head towards her. He held her gaze for a few seconds before he nodded and turned his head away.
After a few minutes, Christoff and the others started talking about random stuff. After a few minutes, a man wearing an all-black outfit that reminded her of an assassin’s outfit walked inside the room. The group immediately stopped talking.
"New recruits?" the man said.
"Yes," Alex said. "The baldy said they passed the test, but I think we should test them again, no?"
"She’s just jealous we have a pretty one." Christoff chimed in.
"Oh? You think a pretty face could save you inside?" Alex snorted. "Stupid."
"At least it would lift our mood while fighting inside."
"We don’t even know what she’s capable of. What if she will only burden us?"
"Burden? She passed the test." The badly said. "I saw her perform."
"Still— "
Damon looked at Ava and then towards Logan. "I agree," he said. His voice was devoid of any expression.
"Really?" Christoff said. "But we never test them — " Seeing Damon’s glare, Christoff stopped talking. "Alright. We should test them."
"What kind of test?" the baldy said. "I’m telling you— "
"Shut up baldy," Alex said. She approached Ava. "Get up newbie. And you — " she pointed at the red-robed man. "Sit. I will only test her."
"Ah, so you are indeed jealous." Christoff chimed in.
"Jealous of what? Do you think you can use your pretty face inside? In a place where survival of the fittest is the only rule, being pretty won’t save you. What’s important is your strength. I said stand up."
"And why would I?" Ava responded.
"You— "
"Newbie, I don’t think you want to anger her," Christoff said. "She looked like a brute and act like it."
"I said, shut up Christoff! Scrimblo!" Alex waved her hand, and an invisible force seemed to envelop Christoff’s face.
"HMMM! HMMM! HMMM!" Christoff’s eyes widened.
Seeing the man’s panicked expression, Alex snorted before he removed the spell that attacked Christoff.
"Good. At least we understand each other now." Alex smirked. "Now, what do you say? Newbie? Wanna fight against me?"
"I don’t fight," Ava uttered without looking up.
"Then why the hell are you— "
"I kill," Ava said. "So unless you want to die— "
"You bitch!" Alex raised her hand, but before she could utter a spell, a dagger appeared next to her neck. The blade was floating, its cold hard blade ruthlessly pressed against her skin. Small blood trickled from Alex’s neck.
"I said... I don’t fight." Ava uttered as she got up and stood in front of Alex. "One move and you die... Bitch."
"Oh, ho ho! She’s stronger than you!" Christoff said. "I didn’t hear her cast."
"Alright, that’s enough." The man wearing a black assassin outfit said. "What’s your name?"
"Eve."
"I’m Damon West and I am going to lead this team inside the Pits. Once we are inside, you must follow everything that I say. One mistake and I will leave you behind. Do you understand?"
Ava nodded.
"Drop your dagger," Damon said when she noticed that the dagger was still pointing at Alex’s neck.
"She wants to fight," Ava smirked. "I didn’t hear her say she gave up." Ava then moved closer to Alex. "Though I remember telling her I don’t really fight. I’m not good at it. But killing is different. Am I right?"
Ava felt the woman tremble under her gaze. Seeing this, she beamed. "So? Should I just kill her?"
"You cannot touch your teammate."
"Teammate?" Ava snorted. "Right. I’m sure many people would kill for her position."
"You— "
"Drop the knife Eve."
Ava smiled. Then she waved her hand, and the dagger disappeared. "What a waste. I would have loved to slit a woman’s throat."
"You— " Alex’s lips trembled, her eyes glassy. Perhaps she wanted to cry, not from embarrassment but from too much anger. Either way, Ava doesn’t care. The woman dared to provoke her when she was clearly weaker. Another lesson that she learned from the Shaman is to actually learn to assess her opponents. In front of the Shaman, Ava’s magick was close to useless.
That was the disparity in their skill.
What if Ava met another one like him?
She would immediately die if she didn’t learn to assess her opponent’s skills.
"We are going to leave in a week. That should be enough time for you to prepare. I suggest you stock on elixir of Hunger and healing potions. The last time we were there, I finished all the elixirs that I brought, including healing potions and the Elixir of hunger. You and you... follow me."
Damon pointed at Ava and the red-robed man. Then he left the room.
Ignoring Alex’s glare, Ava followed Damon out of the room and into another room that is a part of this underground space. Damon lead them to what looked like a small cozy office with a table, chair, and a small bookshelf. On the wall were various weapons like swords, daggers, and even an ax.
"I am going to do directly to the point. I chose a few people this time because this mission is very dangerous. We need talented people to accompany us. If you die inside, we won’t be able to bring your corpse out. Our target this time is considered a high target. If we succeed, we will receive about a million dollars each and another million dollars worth of coins. I will tell you the target the moment we go arrive inside the pits. Questions?"
Ava immediately raised her hand.
"What is it?"
"I want to sell potions," Ava said. "Would you like to buy it?"
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