Brimful Depravation
Chapter 82: Tense And Paranoid. (Part 2)

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Tense And Paranoid. (Part 2)

"Take away your Åyûrïc Hurdle Tristant!"; Order a Red haired Young Man who is physically similar to the Blonde Young Man.

The latter shakes his head in an adamant denial "So that you can shoot him down like you did to the poor defenseless Lidia?, Not a chance Drwwynd!, We can heal the Instructor and"...

"That thing stopped being the Instructor a long time ago!"; Retort the Young Man with obsidian hair, enraged by how imbecile can be this particular son of the Great Captain Nephron "Stop this nonsensical idiocy you Fucking Moron!, We are doing what is correct!".

"They are right"; Acknowledge Mätzeniä with a flat cutting voice; Which clearly gets the Blonde Young Man with a stupefied expression, not believing that a person so straight and rightful as the Haughty Lady could agree with the two brutes that are suggesting murder as the first and only solution.

"Step aside Tristant!, Is your last warning, Or I swear for Leathemnur’s sake that this day I lose a brother!"...

While the drama unfolds, Instructor Londra shows her decisiveness, materializing her Blunt Spear and hitting in a swift motion both knees of the second Instructor.

The blow has such power that the handle of the weapon passes through the man as if it were a clean cut.

However, what really happened is that the impact completely pulverize the clothes, tissues and bones of the second Instructor, which serves as testimony to determine how powerful and capable Instructor Londra is.

The Man falls to the ground as the Mature Tanned Woman attacks six different times in a coordinated choreography; Each of this movements is a fast and accurate stab, using the blunt tip of her Spear to perforate laterally the second Instructor’s body, leaving gruesome wounds much more worse than the ones seen on the injured Cadets who still need the medical assistance.

A dry *Thuth* reverberates across the Infirmary when the second Instructor’s corpse hits the ground.

Londra’s speed was so high that only four people are aware of everything the Mature Tanned Woman did, while the rest are barely aware of two or three movements at most.

Tristant rotates his sight without moving himself from his position, observing the last fleeting moment of the second Instructor, his corpse being reclaimed by the Memory Halls of Tiaone after the abrupt Take Down perpetrated by Instructor Londra.

"Why?!"; Scream Tristant with obvious anger against the Mature Tanned Woman; He is not the only one with short temperament, as Khallyon is enraged too, but for a different reason.

{How does this idiot dare to admonish my Woman’s decisions?!}

The Rogue Cadet’s fury is so flared up that he exhorts all his prowess to control Åyûrïc Energy, sending a burst of three pyramidal rounds towards the Blonde Young Man.

Testing in the process his theory of using an additional Node to function like a Core for the ethereal Ammunition; So each projectile has Thirteen Åyûrïc Nodes instead of the usual Four needed for this obsolete type of attack.

The speed and power of the pyramidal rounds is so unexpectedly high, that takes only one hit to destroy the [Åyûrïc Hurdle], as the other two impacts strike the [Åyûrïc Field] protecting the Blonde Young Man’s body.

His frame doesn’t go unaffected, as the Ammunitions hits his diaphragm and stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs, forcing him to crouch forward due to the massively concentrated pain he is currently feeling.

"Show more respect in the way you speak towards Instructor Londra"; Ferally yet stoically say Khallyon as he starts casting more Åyûrïc Nodes around his thin fingers just in case of needing them.

"She has saved your life..."; Remark the Rogue Cadet, having a heavier and savage intonation that could be terrifying if he had his muscular frame and not the wimpy apparence he is showing to everyone on this very instant "And all you can do is complain?!, Because things didn’t go your way?!, PATHETIC!".

Tristant can’t reply, not because he doesn’t want to, but rather because he can’t, since the Blonde Young Man had not be able to catch back his breath from the two previous blows he arguably withstood.

Khallyon creates a new array of Six Per Six Square, but instead of an [Åyûrïc Hurdle], he uses [Stationary Nodicbulbs], compressing its size to be the smallest possible.

The resulting square has less than eleven centimeters of length in each side, being embedded by Khallyon in the floor of the Infirmary, speaking with absolute detachment towards the Newcomers "Touch this with your bare skin while having active and visible your [Åyûrïc Field]... , We will shoot anyone who refuses... , is better if we ensure our safety than be sorry later on"...

The measure may seem excessive, or insufficient, but that is the beauty of what the Rogue Cadet has asked for.

By touching the Åyûrïc Construction of [Stationary Nodicbulbs] in the way he demand; The brilliance of the Åyûrïc Energy will be forced into the [Åyûrïc Field] of the person going through the process, Rendering useless the resistances and Nullification possessed by any Creature of the Dark Realm.

The first in advance is no other than Instructor Londra, not only setting the example, if not to silently obey the one she worships.

The next in line are Vannettzza and Tzarianch, the latter gives a playful "Hi"; To Mätzeniä and Naíndra walking towards Kryannette and murmuring about not wanting another Freshman Classmate, hinting the two are together in their own Team.

One by one, each person checks themselves in the Åyûrïc Construction, just to make sure they have no Darklings or that their bodies have not been usurped.

Which is accepted even by those who were already in the Infirmary; An understandable trend, born of the concern and uncertainty that this unexpected event has brought to everyone’s lives, reminding them about the fact that the Invasive Territories are just one of the problems that plague their days, and the "Realms" also have their own monsters lurking for the opportunity to have a taste of Leathemnur and its inhabitants...