“Hey, hey, hey, hey Gray! Are you serious?! What are you doing?!”
The scythe came down.
On the roof of the train car, red filled the night air.
Slicing through only a single layer of leather on my master’s shoulder, the scythe spun in an arc aiming for the woman’s throat.
“—well, that scythe is quite versatile,” she said, seeing right through me as her sword intercepted the blade coming for her.
With the magical energy expelled by the scythe forcibly running through my magic circuits, it flushed the effects of the Mystic Eyes from my system. Even then, it was a desperate maneuver, and had it been even a few moments late, I would have taken my master’s head right off his shoulders.
“I guess there’s nothing else to do, then. I had hoped to let you two settle things yourselves, but I guess not.”
Case Files IV, Chapter 3, Part 3