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A misjudged enemy is a battle half lost.

Although what is there! The first time it didn’t work for me about a year ago and since then it didn’t want to change.

“Student De la Varga!” - the reddened WOOD raged. – I don’t understand – you have nowhere to put your energy?

I shrug vaguely and lower my head.

The principal, whom Professor Daron and I pulled out of a warm bed early in the morning and, without warning, threw problems, yelled non-stop for the last fifteen minutes.

And for some reason exclusively on me. Eh, it turns out that WOOD doesn’t know his “beloved” student well, since he naively believes that such a stupid idea as a national basketball team could come to my mind!

Vocabulary intelligent swearing at the magician has long come to an end, but the emotions have not subsided yet, so the man repeated periodically, but continued to endure our brains.

“All right, De la Varga,” Director Rohan waved in my direction, “but why did you, Professor, get involved in this adventure?”

René lowered his eyes and gave me a sideways glance. No support waiting.

Yep, right now! Fell in love with a restless witch - be patient!

WOOD got up from the table, trying to look more significant and solid in our eyes, looked with a menacing look, and then started yelling again. His whole tirade boiled down to one more or less intelligible thought: “Well, why do I need this hemorrhoids with a basketball ?!”

The magician angrily shook his fists, aggressively flashed beads of sweat on his bald head and furrowed his eyebrows in a professional manner. And, the most offensive, I fully shared the position of WOOD, but ...

I repeat, you can’t argue against Natka’s energy, and with the support of the Rat, clinging to the powerful locomotive of the witch’s pressure with a spare train, there’s nowhere to go.

Principal Rohan cut himself off in mid-sentence, looked offended and irritated at the curator and professor, who were quiet in the chair, and exhaled noisily.

- What do you need from me? – after a brief pause, surrendering, he asked.

Professor Daron and I raised our heads, smiled, and began to haltingly explain.

Sighing heavily and for the sake of formality once again calling me a dunce, the elderly director called his secretary, by the way, also pulled out of bed at dawn.

“De la Varga, you are nothing but problems…” the young woman sighed and, furtively yawning, went to call the long list of people dictated by the director.

Light Goddess! Well, why does everyone see me as a source of problems?

Clutching a yellowish permit sheet with sweaty hands, I trudged to the university committee for physical development. There she listened to another angry tirade about the same hemorrhoids that suddenly fell on someone else's head and, yawning at every step, trotted into the dining room.

- Oh, oh, Linka! Natka waved her hand contentedly with her life. How are you doing on the labor front?

I flopped into a chair, pushed back the plate of scrambled eggs I had taken for me, and laid my head on the countertop.

- Does this mean - get hurt? - the friend clarifies, but, catching my tired look, she smiles broadly: - Wow! And from this angle, your bruises look very sexy ...

With difficulty I raise my head and squeeze out caustically:

- Ha. Ha. Ha…

- Holy Goddess! Talking Dead! - the witch was pretending to be horrified.

I courageously returned my heavy head to a vertical position and reached for the cup. A long day ahead: four pairs with Professor Karod and a test in basic gestures.

All you need is a large mug of coffee to somehow cheer up after a sleepless night.

The edge of the sleeve pulled up, exposing the wrists and what was on them.

"Lyn, you're bruised," Emilia gasped, grabbing my arm. - Something happened? she asked with concern in her voice.

Honestly, I didn’t want to look in his direction, it somehow happened by itself! True true!

Sight gray eyes attacked like a powerful right hand. Dystaval sat at the table, with his index finger pointedly rotating a massive bracelet on the wrist of his other hand.

“Yes, by the way,” Natka woke up. - Where have you been all night?

“In a strong male embrace,” I muttered, and immediately received another crown, burning holes in the look from the blonde.

Curious friends tried to find out the strength of the arms of an unknown man, but were sent so far that they prudently decided to leave alone the irritated man with chronic sleep deprivation.

Casual conversation flowed on as usual, giving me the opportunity to lie down on the table again and sluggishly think about the situation.

Yesterday Ru and I walked until late at night. Mostly discussed the case with blondes.

No more than a day passed after the head's son was detained in the brothel. Naturally, daddy, having learned about his son's leprosy, sent his confidant and such a number of lawyers to the office, which, probably, the courtroom had not seen.

The result was worse than ever: apart from the storage of illegal drugs, there was nothing to present to the company. Chuyka collectively whispered to all the operatives that the same serial number was now sitting in a comfortable cell, but we did not have the main thing: a hint of a motive and murder weapons.

Well, it’s true, it wasn’t because of the ridiculous compliments that the five girls’ hearts stopped!

Saying goodbye to Ruslan, I ran into my room and was relieved to find the absence of unwanted faces. Natka was dying, so, picking up my things for tomorrow, I glanced at the table, littered with Rat's products.

The stomach immediately grunted with displeasure about the hungry idle time, so I had to sneak on tiptoe to the prey and grab a big apple. True, the fruit went in addition to the note.

Decide already, said the perfect letters, drawn by Horst's confident hand. “What do you really want?”

And below, instead of a signature, a funny kitten was drawn - a complete copy of the picture from my pajamas, presented to Horst before leaving. But the original didn't have wings...

"What do you really want?"

The question is, what game is the harmful blonde playing this time?

There was no doubt that some kind of game was definitely involved in the strange behavior a la “erupted romance”.

Thanks to Rozzy's stories, I understood the main thing: for Rephaim, luminosity decides everything, and also half-angels are monogamous and, thanks to all the same fireflies, recognize only one partner. The wife of Dostaval has already acquired, which means that he is spudding me for some of his own selfish purposes. But in what?

Sneaking past the section of the Dark Ones, I, furtively looking around, knocked on Yulik's door.

- Well, how long can you wait? - the eared one scolded in a low whisper and shook his head:

One had only to go into the room, as the smell of swamp mud, burnt grass and mint hit the nose. And it's also good that Yulik guessed to put mint, because all his medicines stank notably.

Habitually throwing off my clothes, I collapsed onto the bed, exposing my bare back, and nodded dejectedly:

- Treat me, doctor!

Actually, this is exactly what Yulik did all night, helping the broken bones to recover and giving the body a scattering of fresh bruises.

As if there were not enough decorations without that!

* * *

Breakfast, I happily dozed off, lying on crossed arms.

The girls had fun taking revenge on Rodrik, and usually I was quite tolerant of everyone who was covered by the witches for revenge, but not in this case. The captain of the herbal team, in which Natka used to play, really starred in the rays of his own glory and became unbearable.

After watching for a couple of minutes how the witch makes Rodrik shiver from the cold every time he starts talking arrogant garbage, I spit on decency, lay down on my crossed arms, trying to make up for my five minutes of sleep, and got a little carried away. If it weren’t for Natka, who pushed her elbow in the side in time, she would have remained to sleep until lunchtime, but alas ... I had to, sluggishly moving my legs, drag myself with the girls in pairs.

“Aaah… De la Varga,” said Professor Caroda “rejoiced” at my appearance. “It’s a pity that you ignored my classes last week,” the hated lecturer grinned. - By the way, let us know the reason for the omission.

“I got sick,” she blurted out the standard excuse for all students and even tried to cough and sniff.

"Bad," the man shook his head. - I don't count the lying test. And I begin to suspect that it will be the same with my subject ...

Bright Goddess, do you really have to, like last semester, drag yourself to him five times? Yes, what is it!

“Since when did you retrain as a seer, Professor?” - the witch rushed to my defense.

And it’s not that I was against it, because for once someone stood up for me, but ... In vain, in short, Natka did it.

The magician flashed his small eyes angrily, pursed his lips and turned white with poorly restrained rage.

“Since the time some four deigned to fool around a little,” he said, spitting out the accumulated poison in all directions. – By the way, it is also worth thinking about your academic performance in my subject. The man walked up to the table and slammed the drawer. - We take blank sheets and write a test.

The audience filled with a collective groan of indignation and sank into sadness.

But the magician decided not to stop at just one test. Naturally, after all, the hurt pride of an insecure man does not heal so quickly.

The rest of the pair, Natka and I were questioned at the blackboard on all the material. I courageously tried to answer as detailed as possible, but lack of sleep took its toll, which is why the brain periodically slipped. Things were even worse for Natka - she not only swam in the subject itself, but also managed to confuse the founders of science.

- Badly! shouted Professor Karoda caustically, although I could clearly see from his face that he was incredibly pleased with this public humiliation.

Fortunately, the man either forgot about Amy, or deliberately did not shame the cute blonde.

“Kozlina,” the little witch cursed in a low whisper, sitting down at her desk. - So that his pod dries up and curls up.

I was in solidarity with my friend, so I just silently nodded and, diligently controlling my closing eyelids, continued to take notes on a boring lecture with a smart look.

After the end of the fourth "fun" couple, in the company of Professor Carod's chicanery and banter, I sent the girls to the dining room, and I myself ran to the physical development committee.

The burry deputy head of the department pleased me even more.

“After lunch there will be a meeting of all the representatives of the student council,” the man said, handing me a badge on a blue string. - Based on the results, it will be clear whether your team will be allowed to participate or not.

I nodded obediently, quickly whistled the list of meeting participants from the table and galloped to the canteen.

“Nata,” I growled, plopping down on an empty chair, “I need Johnny Hunkle. Search!

The witch nodded obediently and looked around the canteen with an eagle eye.

“Here is that tall drisch. - The girl pointed her finger towards the distribution of second courses.

I followed the path and sighed sadly. Johnny Hunkle, the head of the student basketball council, had a high profile and was in danger of becoming my main opponent at the upcoming meeting.

Strictly looking at my friend, I began to unbutton the buttons of my blouse.

"I'm only doing this because of you, you filthy witch!" – I grumble as irritably as possible, so that one redhead would feel at least a little ashamed, but instead I catch the look of Horst's darkened eyes.

Are you angry? Get angry, my good. You still don't know how to express other emotions!

Pulling my white blouse down, I threw off my black jacket and thanked the Goddess for the most powerful weapon she had equipped me with - breasts of the second size.

Natka took a professional look at the “ammunition” peeking out of the cutout and chuckled.

- "Doodle on the run" or "Awkward moment"? she asked.

“Second,” I sighed, getting up from my seat and confidently walking towards the distribution.

Well, hold on, Johnny!

In the clans, in addition to training in combat, much attention was paid to other aspects of the development of mercenaries. I was smaller, slower and weaker than the others, so the Godfather with great activity trained the ability to find, among other things, a heap of habits and feigned bravado, the human essence and, if necessary, deftly manipulate others.

Timing the right moment, I stepped forward and faced the unsuspecting victim.

- Ai! I screamed in fright, feeling on my skin how a large stain from spilled coffee was spreading across a white blouse.

- Sorry Sorry! - the guy was worried, holding out napkins.

- Hot! I squealed and deliberately pulled the soaked cloth away from my body. The guy was tall and from the height of his height very quickly checked out the charms of the girl's body.

“Uh-uh…” He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on my face. How can I apologize for my clumsiness?

I flirtatiously waved my eyelashes and smiled.

Oh, trust me, little Johnny, my price will be sky-high.

* * *

The council ended at about nine in the evening, after which I, very pleased with the work done during the day, ran to the guys in the hall.

- All in a bunch! – victoriously waving resolution over my head, I shouted.

Natka squealed with joy and ran to hug me. The others just smiled silently and patted their shoulders.

“I told you you could handle it!” Natka smiled contentedly and led her to meet new faces.

In total, there were eight players in the hall - four Dark and four Light - but even if we were going to play this season without substitutes, two more players were still missing from the full squad.

What I immediately hurried to gently hint to my friend and part-time team captain.

- Natus, do you have problems with the account?

The little witch glanced at her wrist and tapped her long fingernail on the dial of her watch.

- They're late, goats! - the girl smiled unkindly and looked promisingly towards the entrance. - Well, I'll arrange for them ...

Leaving Natka to languish in anticipation, I quickly ducked into the locker room and changed for training. Elka, who felt a little awkward in the men's team, went with me.

“Lin,” she called softly, looking at her fingers intently. "What's the name of that Dark One?"

Which of the four? Quickly lacing up my sneakers, I clarified, hiding a smile behind my tousled hair.

Oh-hoo! Some people are already in love...

- Well, he is so short, serious ...

I froze and abruptly raised my head, as only one guy fit the indistinct description - Shargi.

- Don't even think about it! I warned sternly. - He already has a girlfriend.

Elka nodded understandingly and changed the topic of conversation, and then a formidable roar was heard: “Linka!”

I silently stuck my head out of the locker room and looked at my neighbor.

- Why are we shouting?

- I'm going to kill you now! the witch barked and shook something red in the air. - Who did this?

As I approached to examine the unknown thing, I recognized the whistle in the red flattened piece of plastic. Or rather, what is left of it.

“It's not me,” I look with honest eyes into the angry face of my friend.

“Of course not you! It's your ball of wool playing again!

He's just small...

The witch snorted and began to roll up her sleeves.

“Well, instead of a small one, you will now grab it,” she barked.

- Who offends my dear bride? Connie called jokingly as he entered the hall.

Natka flashed her eyes unkindly, looking over my shoulder at the two latecomers. Her maneuver was immediately repeated by Horst, gloomy as never before.

And then it dawned on me...

Bride?! Ah, the bride, then!!

Having sharply turned around, with a happy smile from ear to ear, I demonstratively put forward my right hand with a protruding ring finger.

Connie, looking at the unconventional combination and not finding the family ring, stumbled and turned pale.

“Don’t tell me you lost!” neighed Rolly standing next to his friend.

The failed bridegroom immediately jumped up to me and began to feel my hand.

- Don't talk nonsense! – irritably waved he away from the merry friend. - Such rings lose only with fingers.

Not finding the loss, the militant raised frightened eyes at me and asked in a broken voice:

- But how? It has protection and...

With a sharp movement, pulling the limb out of the grip, I smiled meaningfully.

“Lina, my mother will kill me if she finds out!”

- And next time you think about who you put the ring on your finger! I snorted. “Connie, tell your ancestors that such primitive secret police passwords are the height of stupidity!”

“Are you saying you hacked into the family system?” Connie whispered with whitened lips.

I glanced at Horst, who was standing on the sidelines, carefully watching our conversation, and confessed:

- Almost…

In fact, I was a little disingenuous. The family security system was hacked in just fifteen minutes, which is why Dizon was able to carry the box of diaries into the portal so easily, but everything was more difficult with the ring.

Such rings were made back in the days of the Ancients, who wielded magic an order of magnitude better than us, so for me personally it remained unclear how Horst managed to remove this fucking ring.

- Come on, get dressed quickly! Natka barked, turning the guys around to face the locker rooms, and turned to the others. - Training has begun!

The guys dispersed around the hall: someone practiced passes, someone was forced by a friend to wind circles around the playing field, someone monotonously threw balls into the ring, but someone stepped aside and gracefully sat down on one of the mats lying on the side.

I hope who this little impudent one is, I don’t need to specify?

Natka walked between the players, actively handed out instructions to the right and left, one more terrible than the other, and for some reason I involuntarily associated with the Bull.

- Work, caterpillars, work! she yelled, and when Gafs looked disapprovingly in her direction, she burst into such a tirade that even I was amazed at the complex verbal balancing act.

Crossing my legs, I watched the platforms move and chuckled furtively at Connie trying to hit a 3-pointer.

The position was chosen correctly, but the fighter was constantly smearing, either incorrectly calculating the distance to the ring, or forgetting about the speed of the platform under his feet, or simply putting too much force into the throw.

- Connie, raise your elbows higher! – I advised, eventually taking pity on the poor fellow.

The guy frowned in my direction, pursed his lips arrogantly and, of course, threw from the wrong position. The yellow ball flew across the court and ... did not fly.

- Skol! he sighed angrily.

I was talking about elbows! – I said caustically, languidly shaking my leg in a new sneaker.

Connie, still warm from the ring story, spun around impulsively.

- Since you are so smart, show yourself! he snapped.

I turned to Natka. The little witch thoughtfully scratched her nose and waved her hand, saying, “come on, tear this self-confident blockhead already.”

Easily jumping to my feet, I gracefully ran to the lower platform, grabbed one of the spare balls and slowly began to jump from platform to platform, climbing to the height where the militant stood with a malicious look.

“Look here,” having reached the grinning Connie, I get into position, jump and, of course, score.

The boy pursed his lips and stubbornly muttered:

- Lucky...

Light Goddess, how can you be so stubborn?

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and turn to Natka:

– Captain! Can I show them?

Stretching her lips in a slight smile, the witch puts her hair in a ponytail and begins to command.

– We are distributed according to the composition, – the girl briskly waves her hands. - Shargi, Elka and Talik in defense. You are two acrobat brothers, - pokes a friend in the direction of the militants, - in midfield. The dark ones are with me in the attack.

– And how to play? Kebil frowns.

The witch nods in my direction.

Everyone plays against her...

- What? The team responded in unison.

Hmm… Somehow the guys reached agreement too quickly.

- Wait! Rolly suddenly jumped onto our platform. “Linka doesn’t know how to play basketball.

I nod cautiously, belatedly realizing that some things will be new for the Light Ones now. After all, all these five years, while we were studying together, I diligently built myself out of a crammer, incapable of sports loads. What is there! I even carried a bag with textbooks as if it were a string bag with bricks.

- O! Elka suddenly comes to life. - Guys, do you remember that tantrum that she threw last year?

- Yes! Rolly clapped his hands and neighed. The coach made Linka run three laps on the platforms.

- Exactly! Talik supported. - And then he took her off the site for about five minutes.

- And how she screamed with fear! Connie broke up. She squealed like a herd of pigs.

This is the limit of my patience. I suppress all muscle reflexes, persistently advising me to give a good smack to someone who is not too talkative, and I go to the Little Rat who has frozen not far away.

So how did the pig squeal? Oh well! Some people won't get the ring back along the way ...

- Will you borrow? - I nod at the elastic bandage with which the guy fixed the bracelet on his arm so that it would not interfere in training.

Dystaval silently takes a step forward, scorches with a wave of heat emanating from his huge body, and holds out her hand.

Behind our backs, Natka disperses the neighing guys at the top of their voices, who began to remember the rest of the "achievements" in the sport of Angelina De la Varga.

Laugh, laugh! In life, as well as in a duel, the main thing is to correctly assess the enemy.

Quickly unwinding the elastic bandage, I imperceptibly touch the smooth metal with my fingertips and frown at an unclear guess. More consciously, I run my fingers over the marriage bracelet and bite my lower lip thoughtfully.

Skol! What is it that confuses me?

“Do you want the same one?..” Horst whispers hoarsely, and from his intonation it is completely incomprehensible whether this is a question or another joke of the Dark One.

Snorting, I quickly turn around and jump to the next platform, which immediately takes me up, where Natka is trampling in anticipation on the serving platform.

“Tie it up,” I ask, holding out a bandage folded in half, last time I look around the room and close my eyes.

My godfather always taught me that relying on a single sense organ is pretty stupid. It's like painting a picture with one color, not noticing the other shades on the palette.

- Is that okay? my friend clarifies, tightening the knot at the back of my head more tightly.

- That's it! I nod and confidently stomp to the edge of the platform. - Go?

- We play up to five points! - the witch says loudly and claps her hands. - Take positions!

Imperceptibly smiling with the corner of my lips, I visualize a picture of the hall around me and, focusing on the sensations of the body, mentally place tiny dots that mean the players.

"Let's have some fun?" I ask a slightly excited body.

- The ball is in play! - Natka shouts loudly, playing the first serve.

I do not feel, but rather I know that Connie is trying to fight for the ball with me. In vain! I'm faster, lighter, so I jump up and grab the yellow ball first.

Slope, jump to the next platform, carrying me down. I squat, passing a small ball over my head, launched by one of the defenders.

“Hmm ... And who is so accurate among us?” - the brain is surprised and takes it on a pencil.

- Catch! shouts Gafs behind me, but I'm already in position and ready to score.

The hand habitually lets the yellow ball towards the ring, and I do not need to see to know: two points in my favor are lit up on the scoreboard.

- Damn you! Talik shouts in frustration.

Easily return to the serve - the only platform that remains motionless the entire game.

- The ball is in play! Natka screams.

Now I am fighting for the yellow ball with Gafs, who is easily recognizable by the pleasant smell of spices, spreading more from his essence than from his body.

This time, the witch threw the ball much higher, so, without hesitation, I take a step to the side and instantly find myself on the platform, rapidly carrying me up. I get a fleeting heat from the proximity of Dostavaly, but I quickly dodge, with my left hand I pick up the ball flying down, with my right hand I skillfully deflect the blow of the red ball of the defense.

Margarita Blinova

Dangerous to be a student

* * *

- A-ah-ah!!! someone yelled in panic, and I was ashamed to find that the scream was escaping entirely from my throat. She immediately paused in embarrassment and pretended to be a broom.

Who yelled like a cut? I was screaming like crazy?!

Pfft! You obviously mixed up something.

- Boiss-s-sya? the three-meter monster hissed, smiling charmingly.

Dude, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I snorted, trying to calm my racing heart. - With such facial parameters, only participate in the competition for the worst nightmare!

The monster laughed out loud, obviously pleased with the effect produced, but, frankly, I was not in a mood for fun.

- Amy, how are you? I leaned over the softly moaning blonde.

The girl lay on the ground, clutching her bleeding side with her right hand, and looked more like a ghost than a person.

Dark looked not just bad, but creepy. Golden curls stuck together and lost their healthy shine, the skin glowed dully, and cloudy tears slowly flowed from the eyes, indicating the depletion of the magical reserve.

“It seems I am dying…” the Anointed of Death whispered with blue lips and coughed hoarsely, spitting blood on the ground.

- Aren't you afraid to get hit in the forehead for such words? Not?! I asked menacingly, cast a glance at the scaly monster frozen in a couple of meters and cheerfully said: - Amy, you lie down for a while, think about your behavior, and I will quickly smack a smiling nightmare and get us out of this ass of the world!

The blonde didn't answer. All it took was a forced smile. Which, in principle, is also not bad, because, according to statistics, optimists live longer.

- That's better! I cheered up a little, quickly rising to my feet and drawing two unimaginably huge fiery swords.

- Well? – studying look in the direction of a potential enemy. - What do you want: to die right away or dance with me before death?

The three-meter carcass grinned and belligerently put out huge paws with an impressive manicure.

- I didn't even doubt it. – My bloodthirsty grin could be the envy of any creatures of the night, including the monster standing opposite.

Hissing menacingly, he dropped on all fours and rushed towards me with the sole purpose of biting the throat of an overly talkative obstacle to the main course - Emilia ...

* * *

- Hey! Natka interrupted me, waving a half-eaten sandwich. - You're telling everything wrong!

I rolled my eyes, furrowed my brows, and turned to my red-haired friend.

What do you mean I'm wrong? - She asked indignantly, simultaneously taking a greedy sip from a cup of scalding hot coffee.

I winced at the patronizing tone and looked up at the night sky.

Great Goddess, where were my eyes and bright mind when I chose a witch and a Dark One as my friends?

“Okay…” she reluctantly gave up, looking thoughtfully at the scarlet flashes from the merrily crackling fire, and warned: “But, mind you, don’t interrupt me anymore!”

The guys nodded their heads vigorously, and I thought for a second, trying to remember how it all really started ...

How did it all start?

And it all started on the day of my return to the University of Magic and Divination…

But since someone has hinted about the order, then, perhaps, we will start with it.

Magicians like me are called disparagingly - Dummy.

A fundamentally wrong statement, given the fact that the magical reserves of such Emptys are simply obscenely high and draw energy directly from space, like light oxygen. And we would definitely show everyone Kuz'kin's mother, but everything in the world is balanced.

Children who have the potential of masters from birth cannot use their own power, but transferring it to others is easy.

In short, nature sincerely and disgustingly laughed! And now the product of this very mockery in the face of a graduate of the Faculty of Theoretical Magic of the University of Magic and Divination is forced to carefully disguise herself as an average crammer without prospects, desires and opportunities.

Dangerous to be a student

Heavy weekdays - 2

* * *

Prologue

– A?a?a!!! someone yelled in panic, and I was ashamed to find that the scream was escaping exclusively from my throat. She immediately paused in embarrassment and pretended to be a broom.

Who yelled like a cut? I was screaming like crazy?!

Pf?f! You obviously mixed up something.

- Bois?s?sya? the three-meter monster hissed, smiling charmingly.

Dude, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I snorted, trying to calm my racing heart. - With such facial parameters, only participate in the competition for the worst nightmare!

The monster laughed out loud, obviously pleased with the effect produced, but, frankly, I was not in a mood for fun.

- Amy, how are you? I leaned over the softly moaning blonde.

The girl lay on the ground, clutching her bleeding side with her right hand, and looked more like a ghost than a person.

“It seems I am dying…” the Anointed of Death whispered with blue lips and coughed hoarsely, spitting blood on the ground.

- Aren't you afraid to get hit in the forehead for such words? Not?! I asked menacingly, cast a glance at the scaly monster frozen in a couple of meters and cheerfully said: “Amy, you lie down for now, think about your behavior, and I’ll quickly mochkan a smiling nightmare and get us out of this priest of the world!”

The blonde didn't answer. All it took was a forced smile. Which, in principle, is also not bad, because, according to statistics, optimists live longer.

- That's better! I cheered up a little, quickly rising to my feet and drawing two unimaginably huge fiery swords.

- Well? – studying look in the direction of a potential enemy. - What do you want: to die right away or dance with me before death?

The three-meter carcass grinned and belligerently put out huge paws with an impressive manicure....