Mystic Eyes of Compulsion

The woman’s lips curled.
“As a reward, I’ll show you something interesting.”
She didn’t move.
All she did was look at me.
Heterochromia. Her right eye was as dark as night, while her left was as blue as the daytime sky. As I noticed that, I felt my mind being sucked in by that brilliant blue light.
No unnecessary movement. Single Action.
My body clumsily turned to the side. I could only watch dumbfounded as I saw my arms lift my scythe in the air, pointed toward my own master.
“Mystic … Eyes … ?!”
“I guess you people would call it a Noble Colour of Compulsion. A fitting end to a fight on this stage, don’t you think?”
Her shimmering blue eye seemed to laugh.
“My god prizes madness. The comedies and tragedies caused by intoxication and drunkenness are to be enjoyed. I had thought watching the master and student slay each other would be entertaining, but … looks like one of you has some irritating equipment. It seems the magi of this era are well prepared.”
“… you …”
Pressing his glasses to his face, my master stumbled.
It seemed the Mystic Code he had prepared for the Rail Zeppelin was enough to defend against this woman’s Compulsion.
Case Files IV, Chapter 3, Part 3