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Anson attention was switched to the younger but with the Dragon. Anson had never got his name. Well maybe he had said it and Anson just hadn’t been listening. Still behind Christian, he held his spear tight, looking at the boy fly in the air. He seemed mad, angry....insane even. His anger seemed to be directed to the girl that had shot the bolt. Anson chuckled. It had looked painful...It was understandable that the boy was really mad. But it wasn’t a normal mad. It was a mad that didn’t give a shit about anything but hurting the person who hurt him. Anson listened to him talk. "I really disliked being crazy but did that stop anyone from locking me up or shoving pills down my throat?" Pills? So Anson’s hypothesise was justified. The boy was insane and he had been in a hospital of some sort in the past. He shrugged rubbing his eyes and yawning. Anson felt tired, as usual. Somehow using his magic made him really tired and hungry. He heard his stomach growl. He looked at his back pack and gulped. There was food in there. But he knew this wasn’t the time to eat. He gulped again. Moving as quickly as he could, he dropped, opened his bag, took a piece of dried meat and ate it in one shot. He then stood up straight, relieved no one had seen him.

Christian seemed to really want that boy in his group. Anson smirked as the boy replied. "And as far as joining you is concerned I'd like to consider my options!" Anson was sure the boy would join sooner or later. He looked up at him again as he cut himself and prepared to fight. All this time Anson had ignored Christian. He wasn’t worried because he knew Christian was focused on the boy also.

And then Christian responded to Anson. "I know what you're talking about, Zio Anson. Historically there have been many people who have tried to bring peace to this world with chaos and destruction... but they all had failed.” Anson nodded, remembering he had taught to his student a week ago. The Romans had taken over half of Europe. They had succeeded but in the end they had failed and lost their empire. “But you forget dear Zio, those individuals did not have the power necessary to bring forth their beliefs into fruition. We however do... Look around you Zio Anson, there is no one here who could stop us. Not even this countries mighty military could hope to bring about this much destruction with as little members as our group has... No, not even those who belonged to these defence forces could hope to kill us... They fell down and begged for their lives just as an animal would going to the slaughter house...” Anson smirked. Damn this kid was cock... talking as if he was a god. He was far from being a god. But Anson had another idea...a theory. The magic they possessed couldn’t have just appeared for their generation. There must have been people with the same powers in the past. Their ancestors...but Anson would keep that theory for himself....”No, we are not like those who had come before us, we are greater, and we shall bring forth the new world era which shall bring all nations to their knees crying for forgiveness... You shall witness that day to come, and I promise you that it will be a sweet victory for us...We shall rule over this world, and we shall bring peace to it. Even if our Utopia must become a Dystopia."

Anson sighed. This kid and his buddies really had a strange vision...maybe he was the only one who thought this way...Maybe he was the only one who had this vision. Anson shrugged. He would stop them...stop all of them. Hopefully with the help of other Elementalist that would arrive soon to help him.

Anson then shivered as the temperature dropped. He didn’t get cold easy but this drop of temperature had been sudden. Very sudden and it had made him shiver. Then Christian had spoken again. "Sorry Zio, I guess I can't play around with you for much longer. Allow me to show you one more technique of mine." Anson hadn’t realized what he had said before it had been too late. Christian hit him with his two palms. The hit had been hard and had made Anson stumble back. “You Bastard...” The attack had been quick and Anson had been lost in his thought, not reacting quick enough to stop him. He had actually dropped his weapon and grabbed Christian’s wrists but before he could have pushed him away his palms had met his body. Already Anson’s felt the poison run threw his body

"You might not feel it now, but in a few seconds your body shall begin to fall into paralysis, rendering you helpless. However someone of your power and prestige shouldn't die in such a way, and I had followed up by also applying that poison's antidote, which should start to work within an hour. Don't feel bad Zio, you shall live long enough to see our Utopia... I promise you at least that."

Anson struggled to talk. “Damn Kid...that hurt...a lot.” Anson coughed already feeling the poison make his body numb. “Power and Prestige? Thanks....I’m honoured” Anson coughed again, feeling his throat numb also.
“You gave me... the antidote also? How nice...” Anson coughed again and then Christian left, leaving Anson numb, unable to move and talk. Soon he fell on the ground, unable to move. He seemed to be sleeping, but his mind was still active. He hoped a friendly person would find him and protect his body while the antidote took effect...in an hour. Anson would have screamed. “That was a cheap shot!” he said in his head.