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Sage barely had the time to look back as a bronze blade suddenly zipper over his shoulder, almost nicking him as it turned in the air. He turned again to see it embed itself in the seat next to Ish as a fury burst into monster goo. “What in the underworld...?” He asked the air as thunder rumbled in the sky above them, the Fury that was Mrs. Dodds cursing them cursing them and their very souls. “Cursing us with our uncle and my father... Got anything better?” Of course, the fury had no chance to respond to his words, as a silver arrow passed through where her heart should have been and embedded itself in a seat no far from him.
Thunder rolled again, the sound of the clash now far too close to the bus.. Hell, he could almost swear it was just over their heads. That was when Lucas started to yell as he ran away from them, towards the exit. “We should leave the bus now!” “What? Wh-” His sentence was cut short by the sudden feeling of voltage and the hair across his body starting to stand up on their ends. Max and Ish ran up to him just as the feeling started to intensify, both apparently all too aware of what was a bout to happen to them. He grabbed Ish's wrist, as he was the farthest away, and wrapped an arm tightly around Max (a move that would have usually had him blushing redder than a lobster) and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry!” He yelled as they quite suddenly disappeared, their forms seeming melting away into darkness.
They reappeared nearly instantly, several yards away from the bus just as a bolt of lightning rammed into the giant, metal vehicle. The bus almost immediately exploded, showering all of the passengers who'd been nearby with debris. Sage let go of his companions, who he was sure would be reeling for quite a while, and fell to his knees, dropping his sword onto the ground next to him. He stayed their for a moment, his skin steadily growing more pale as his body realized just how much energy he had used, and stared down at the handle of the whip the fury had left behind.; the magical item having been resting on his foot when they shadow traveled. His body started to shake as he reached down and grabbed the the coil of oddly colored leather, claiming his prize from the battle. A smile made its way across his face as his eyes started to go blank, the boy quickly losing the energy to stay conscious. His sword disappeared into darkness as the boy fell face first into the dirt below him, his ring reappearing on his finger as he fell.