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Miraze frowned, regarding the four figures before them contemplatively.
It was already confirmed that they were all Black Mages, and it was at times like these that Miraze regretted being one. Alliances were really not her type.

Cursing herself for ever coming back to Nerris ( who knew it would have changed this much? ) and the White Mages for being so adamant on revealing magic to the world ( Wouldn't that go down well? Especially looking at how everyone different, whether beneficial or not, was labelled as an abomination and hunted down in this world. Miraze thought sarcastically ), she focused on the people.

The two pairs of Black Mages seemed to be completely opposite of one another. The dark-haired Mage with the white-haired Spell-Link looked suaver, smoother and more experienced. He was probably also the one with the mind magic, seeing as how the other Mage ( who was white-haired and had a dark-haired Spell-Link, she noted with some amusement - unwarrented, given the situation. ) was the one who had arrived later on and had annihilated the corpse.

Her eyes widened a little bit as the dark-haired Spell Link transformed into a Scythe. How unusual and interesting at the same time. This was her first encounter with Mages this powerful. Suddenly she found herself not wishing she was against these guys anymore.

It would have been nice if she could have just stayed outside this stupid war, though.

The 'Oh - God - He - Can - Transform - Into - A - Scythe' Guy suddenly looked their way and threw them a salute.
She could already tell he hadn't seen through the whole illusion, which was problematic in itself since these people didn't seem to be the ones to simply erase the memories of any random bystanders and be done with it. They would probably kill them in the goriest, most demeaning way possible. Case in point : the random girl who was made to commit suicide. Mond control was one of the only forms of magic Miraze would never, ever use, even though she had something rather similar to it.

Even though they could always throw off the illusion, Miraze really, really didn't want to be dragged into anything with such 'psychopaths'.

Wasn't there a saying that went something like "With friends like this, who needs enemies?"
Miraze found it strangely fitting, even though they weren't her friends. Not even allies, even though they fought for the same aim. They didn't exactly look reliable enough.

Sighing, she considered dropping the illusion of rendering them invisible and only keeping that of cloaking their energies, but it would be even more suspicious if the others suddenly looked at a previously blank s[ot and found two supposedly human girls had popped up there. Not to mention the risk of the whole 'Hey look somebody saw us lets gut them as well for the heck of it' they would be running.

And it doesn't seem like we can escape ... she thought, eyeing the rubble blocking their escape route.

"Come on, you mage bastards."
She glanced at the boy challenging the scythe duo, mentally applauding his courage and the fact he was ready to take on Mages even though he clearly knew what they were capable of in his state, before kicking herself.

You're sympathizing with somebody who is probably better off eliminated. the voice she had labelled as 'Observer' noted distantly, leading Miraze to thin her mouth, annoyed at still feeling useless things for others. Even if she didn't actually have a strict sense of Right or Wrong, this just looked unfair.

Miraze noticed Aurelie's questioning look and sighed, her way of saying "Do what you want to."