The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 82: a demonstration

"Okay class lets head outside and work on forgiveness and letting go."

Heading out to the field, Roland begins to whine about doing this activity "This is outrageous, this can’t be really happening."

"Why does it even matter? You scare of getting beat or something." Oliver said with a teasing tone.

"No because it’s senseless violence. And a waste of valuable time, I don’t have forever like you guys do, I’m human, the best I do I’d live 50 years behind most old people." He replied with a jealous attitude.

"So, show off your skills, show the class how bad ass you are." Arya excitedly suggested.

"it’s not that simple, spells cost mana for wizards, and I can’t take to many hits so I’m basically a glass cannon. So, I’d have to beat them quickly or I’m screwed." Roland confessed.

"Well then, you better kick their ass quickly." Oliver chuckled.

"Whatever, fighting you isn’t even a fair fight, so I wonder who the professor is going to pick for you." Roland mentioned.

"You’re right, I’ll probably have to hold one hand on behind my back. Make it fairer." Oliver gloated.

We’ll just have to see about that won’t we Mr. Oliver." Luhta Elen yelled back responding to Olivers remark. "Why don’t we start with you as a demonstration, shall we?"

The class started chanting "Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo."

Oliver, as cocky as ever, strolls up to Luhta Elen.

"Well what unlucky soul will have the pleasure of an ass beating by me." Oliver’s voice was thick with confidence.

"With Roland, of course." A devilish and sinister grin stretched across her face.

Roland sighed, as if the whole thing was beneath him.

It grated on Oliver’s nerves a bit, almost poking fun at his ego.

"Don’t tell me you’re scared of me, Roland? That’d be a pity." Oliver teased Roland.

"The only thing pitiful here are people like you who take joy in violence. Pathetic you’re life is that mundane." Roland rolled his eyes.

"Watch your tongue boy, and let me know how defeat tastes, after I’ve given it to you."

Roland steps forward, closes his eyes and starts chanting in some language foreign to most in this class. Oliver kicks off the fight first by speeding toward Roland, who only multiplied himself the instant Oliver moved.

Oliver falls right through a mirror image of Roland.

Oliver’s eyes glowed red as his once joking demeanor retreated and rears toward insulted.

He was embarrassed he had underestimated Roland.

What most of the class didn’t know, Roland was an incredibly powerful wizard. He never broadcasted his ability’s and kept the scale of his power on the low. But Roland was a lightning wizard, his specialty was in electricity. He didn’t just control lightning; he was capable of creating in thin air. He’s able to manipulate the electrons and protons in the air acting as the neutron that hold it together.

Oliver thought Roland was a some small fry from nowhere. But Roland was the son of a Grand Wizard, and a Master of Physics; he was born with talent and had access to every opportunity and resource to learn.

Roland’s eyes opens and lightning seem to crackle inside them. Lightning danced on his fingertips; a condescending grin rose slightly to his cheeks.

Seeing Roland’s smile infuriated Oliver, Roland was mocking him and how dare some worthless nobody mortal mock a prince?

Oliver shot up with impeccable speed and dashed toward Roland, Roland chanted silently under his breath as lightning shot from his hands, strike after strike, narrowly missing Oliver each time. Olivers evasive skills were unrivaled. Landing a hit on him was nearly impossible, Oliver’s skill was speed. He could cross the country in a blink if he focused hard enough. That would make him burnout quickly but moving only a few feet was cake.

Oliver closed the distance between him and Roland, strikes coming faster in all directions and in only a few blinks he was on top of Roland only to fall through another one of his illusions.

Each Roland was capable of strikes all their own. Oliver moved to the next Roland, as another appeared in the place of the last. Oliver frowned.

A realization hit, mana. Wizards had a finite amount of mana that came with their level of prowess and their commitment to cultivation was the only way to increase their mana. Oliver just had to exhaust him. And if there’s anything Oliver was excellent at it was being exhausting.

Oliver chuckled at his own self-deprecating sense of humor.

Roland seeing Oliver chuckle, frowned and thought to ramp up his game. He had a lot of mana he could burn. Roland was going to give that snide privileged prince a taste of his own medicine. Roland changed his chant, using a different rhythm and tone clouds were summoned, static rung in the air and the hair on everyone’s arms started standing up as the intensity was building.

Oliver needed to knock him down and soon, this storm could prove a bit more than he bargained for.

Coming up with a new strategy quickly Oliver dived low scraping up some rocks and using his speed to grind them to make them sharper. He chucked them hard slamming into each illusion dispersing them until one didn’t and the scent of blood trailed in the air from being nicked by one of the flying rocks.

Oliver now had his chance to charge the real Roland.

Roland tried to dodge Oliver and counter strike him, but it was too late, Oliver fangs out, claws extended sharply, his weight crashed into Roland, sacking him hard to the ground. Oliver pressed his fangs, just barely touching Roland’s neck. The claws erupted in a loud applauds and screams seeing that Oliver had won the fight, but with great effort.

The two of them were completely out of breath and panting.

"Well, well, how about now Mr. Oliver and Mr. Roland, still feel these are unnecessary? Apologize for fighting." Luhta Elen starred down at them with a stern and firm look.

Roland groaned at the idea of apologizing for defending himself against a predator. Especially when the fight was forced.

But he thought maybe that’s the point.

Her purpose no longer escaped him, it’s about respecting your opponent and learning to swallow your pride.

He hated that the professor was right.

"Roland, I didn’t think you had it in you, color me impressed." Oliver complimented.

"Yeah, you were faster than I anticipated, this was... fun..." Roland admitted.

Roland barely liked his classmates, he tolerated them.

"Eat with us at lunch today, Roland?" Violet ran up asking. "That was a really good fight!" Violet tried to act like that whole fight didn’t rock her, however she was racked with worry the entire time.

What if they’d injured themselves?

"Yeah, I guess lunch with you guys won’t be so bad." Roland joked.

The class continued its demonstration until it Violet’s turn, and only Arya was left.

Violet has never been in a fight. And her only skill worked exclusively on Vampires, she had no fighting skills, no magic skills.

"Luhta Elen, Violet doesn’t have an issue apologizing or accepting any of us as we are. Do I have to fight her?" Arya asked. Her reason added up, but in reality, she just didn’t want to hurt Violet, and didn’t want to get in trouble with Rosa. Rosa was scarier than even the vampire princes.

But just as Luhta Elen was about to explain why it was necessary for Violet to also join the exercise the class bell rang.

"Well class, that’s the end for today, I’ll see you all tomorrow."

Oliver and Violet’s next class went by rather quickly, before long it was lunch time, and for the first time in weeks, Roland would be joining them.

Oliver and Violet’s next class went by rather quickly, before long it was lunch time, and for the first time in weeks, Roland would be joining them.

After gathering their lunch, they set at their usual table.

"I can’t believe they almost made you fight Violet, what would you have done?" Arya sounded distressed.

"We would have figured out a way to keep Violet safe, and you know that." Oliver said acting insulted that she would assume he’d let any harm come to violet, but truth be told, he was grateful for the people who were his classmates.

Jeremy sat silently watching Rosa. Watching her every smile, her every move. He was becoming obsessed with Rosa, and Violet took notice. She may usually be a bit spacy, but she wasn’t entirely oblivious. She’d been watching the two of them since the night of Jeremy’s concerto.

That’s when Violet had an idea.

"Rosa, come talk with me." Violet requested, standing up from the table.

But, before they could leave, some wolf shifters approached their table.

"I heard a princes of darkness got beat by some weak ass wizard." One wolf taunted.

"What a shame, and here I thought you were a force to be reckoned with." The second wolf joined in.

Ash’s fists clenched. His nails digging into his flesh. His anger was beginning to get the better of him. but Violet quickly stepped in; "Wait, you guys were there? Why didn’t I see you guys?"

The wolves looked to her and grumbled low, "Mind your place human."

Ash lost it. No one insults her and walks away unscathed.

Without a word, Ash quickly launches himself out of his seat and straight on to the wolf that insulted Violet.

Hissing, his fangs elongated. The wolf shifter trembled beneath Ash. But he tried to keep a steady expression. But Ash could smell the fear and he used that to his advantage.

"Little puppy so scared he might have pissed himself. How pathetic." Ash was ready to rip into the wolfs throat, he could see the blood pulsing in his neck. He wanted nothing more than to wear this wolfs blood and feel his flesh tear open.

The other wolf tried to shove Ash off his friend only to push into something more solid than a brick wall.

"Come on Ash get off the little pussy cat and let him run to his friends and cry about his defeat." Oliver insisted they weren’t worth anymore of their time.

"Oliver is right, they’re beneath us. Pathetic Gammas with no real p[lace or power in their own pack." Jeremy said unamused.

Agreeing with his brothers, he left the wolf on the ground and gave him a malicious grin. And kicked him in his stomach.

The wolf winced and groaned as he jerked forward, quickly covered his stomach, choking as he started coughing up blood.

"Imagine being so worthless and low in your own pack, you aren’t even asked to stay and be present when the royal family arrives." Roland chimed in with an insult all his own.

The two wolves growled low, and Roland decided to show out just a little this time. He allowed electricity to crackle between his fingers. Static charged the air inside the whole cafeteria, the hairs on everyone’s neck began to stand up.

"Now run along little doggies." Rosa mocked and made shooing gesture.

"You’ll pay for this bloodsucker’s, just you wait." The wolf threatened as he stood up and stormed off with his friend.

***Special thanks to Axn_Gal for her gifts and Anita_June for her golden tickets, your contributions have inspired this Chapter and the next one that’s currently underway. ***