11 The corona ring

Inside the track, the flying seeker camera robots moved back and the image went black. The screens change the program from the Feral sect to a News channel that was talking about the weather.

"As I guessed the immortality court cut the show." Maria said and called Jack.

"Jack, did you find out something? We lost everything in here."

The noises and people's protests arisen.

"Yesterday the feral livings emptied this building for gas escape! I am almost sure that they blocked the gas line but how this building exploded, I have no clue. You might be right."

"Gas escape?" She murmured it a bit louder and a man beside her heard her.

"Was it gas escape?" The man almost yelled and others gathered around Maria.

"What is that crowd for?" Jack asked.

"Nothing, I must go, just keep filming." She had to hang up to leave the place before people questioned her more.

"I don't know, I was talking to a friend." She brought an excuse and headed out.

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Inside the building, the burning roars shut down other noises and the folks outside couldn't hear what was going on there. The juggler grabbed hold of Bo arms and at the same time, a great ball of light exploded out. No one could ignore this one that escaped out of the third floor with the heavy cloud of smoke.

Aligners arrived in black armor cars. They forced the folks to scatter and leave the place.

Bo aimed to burn the vampire but instead he received a foolish sneer that pecked his brain like a greedy crow.

"Surprise!" The juggler babbled, saying that already was prepared for such a situation.

"Crap! Your card can absorb the energy." Bo shouted and pulled his legs back, punching his chest with the Crystal fist that shaped over his hand before letting him bite his neck, he released himself, turning on hid heels he drew back.

"What? Is that strange?"

"No, but I got the lesson to not sparing you mercy to live in comfort." Bo clenched his jaw, wasn't sure how to fulfill his words but anyways he had to make it out and save those people out there.

"I am here to catch you! To make you kneel for my lord." He blathered.

"You were ready to take me but I am not here to kneel for demons."

Bo thought that the diamond blades might be able to cause this rascal some scratches. Those normal ones would die with it but everything about this one was unpredictable and twisted. Thus, he had to keep it close in a pitched battle to shot him.

The diamond crystals formed behind the juggler but he could see the reflection inside Bo's helmet. Drawing his stick from his coat, a red sword sneaked out of it. Hitting the blades behind him, he bared his fangs, hissing for Bo who was about to cross the door. He pushed Bo from behind. The young boy yanked forward but his blades seized for the juggler to keep him far.

Finally, one of the blades caused a scratch. Bo let the diamond blade grow along with his hand and the juggler knew what he was contemplating so he stood in front of him, keeping his red sword beside him, bowed, and sneered.

They rushed to each other, the clank of swords kissing each other increased. The juggler jumped on another roof, dragged Bo to there and farther from Delun. But the boy afforded to punch him with a small light ball, the hard strike made him retreat and turned back to the previous roof.

The juggler licked the blood on his lips. This boy was a tyro yet and certainly, not a flash in a pan. He didn't know how to fight with a juggler but if he did he could kill him. Despite everything, unfortunately, his Lord wanted this boy alive.

Bo rushed to Delun but a corona ring of red cloud lashed him back; it was sluing around a circle that Delun was pinned inside it, his legs and hands were wide open into either side.

The diamond power could possess him and offer three weapons, one was the blades, another was light balls, the third one was the thunderbolts, and he could manage to make them on the air and along with his body to shelter him.

He decided to try the thunderbolts to destroy the ring around Delun but he marveled again. As they shaped to hit it, the joker card devoured their energy. He was lost in amazement and this person was mocking him inwardly.

An elegant idea kicked his head, using the Queen card. He had no inkling how magic worked but he already saw how the werewolf juggler trapped the wraith and saved his butt. Those cards took the wraith under siege, caught, and locked it in the black coin.

He unzipped his pocket and drew out the Queen card. Keeping it between two fingers flipped it; the golden Queen's image glinted. The vampire could plead to have one of that but, as he became the Lashuka servant all his cards changed to the joker.

Bo was now one step ahead of him; all he needed was summoning the power of Queen Card, and the following cards streamed out of it right after that, the sound of them, flattering and seeking the juggler made Bo heave a breath out of relief, the trick answered then it was time to get rid of the corona ring around Delun.

The juggler used to dodge the cards and made his joker cards fight with the Queen but barely could they hang on.

"You idiot kid! I have no idea why my lord wants you!" Behind that mask, he concealed his face so Bo couldn't recognize the face, and unfortunately, the scanner Robots couldn't study the vampire-shaped wraiths. Certainly, Lashuka gifted him for becoming like this. But how a magician juggler emerged in Las Vita? It was awkward that he couldn't see his face.

The Anonymous country must be more watchful! Bo ignored the vampire and shifted his eyes on Delun.

"Are you alright?"

"Damn! Don't you see? I am flying high in the sky!" He taunted.

"Sorry, pal. I will drag you out of this misery."

"Shake your ass and beat that rascal. He wants to sacrifice me and offer you to his God."

Bo moved from where he was. Delun's shirt was off and proved that juggler took him out of bed. On his chest, there was a deep nail mark that blood was leaking out of it. They were symbols and summoning words.

It turned Bo's stomach; Delun was in a serious unpleasant dilemma. Bo seized and jumped up in the air, clenching his fist a jagged crystal blade grew along with his glove again, the cards opened the way for him for punching the juggler.

He was almost 184 at the age of eighteen but this vampire was even taller and he had to jump and managed to take him.

The juggler fell on the roof as the crystal hit his heart, kneeling he glanced at the boy in hatred, and as the king's hunters emerged there like clouds he found no way but escape.

The coat was protecting him from any blade, he was protecting his heart. Bo thought.