“I'm not
taking order from anyone, let alone a kid like you, how old are you,
8?”
“I'm ten
and you can't say I didn't warn you,” Lonan said.
“Warn me
about whaaaat...” Kamaril started but he didn't have time to
finish.
Like blades
of electricity, Lonan's fingertips touched his gloves unlocking them
but the intensity was such that Kamaril was pro-pulsed in the magical
barrier guarding them and and then back flying through the cell.
Lonan was
laughing holding his belly, Kamaril's gloves had fallen on the floor
and he kneeled and rolled out of laugh next to them.
It only took
few seconds for Kamaril to recover. He jumped on his feet and grabbed
Lonan by the collar of his shirt pushing him up a good meter about
the floor which had the result of making him stop laughing
completely.
“Hey, let
me down!” He exclaimed with indignation trying to kick Kamaril but
Kamaril held both his feet away from him while Lonan kept on moving
like a little earth worm just plucked out of the ground.
“Why the
hell did you do that?” Kamaril said.
“Because
you asked, I told you to sit down but you thought you knew better,
it's your own fault if you got transformed into a flying ball, you
should try to enter a circus, you're damn good at it,” Lonan said.
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