Chapter 4 - Master and Pupil, Student and Teacher.
-by Jex

"Here I come!" shouted Jared, a surge of blackness momentarilly felt, as he
dashed at Angie.

She didn't move, waiting for him to get close, her brain screaming at her that
this wasn't happening, her hands formed, in the position to....

"Barai!" she cried, a silver hued flash bursting outwards, slamming into Jared.
Jared shifted his position, changing the dash to a ram, his shoulder taking the
brunt of the blast. So, instead of getting knocked back, he spun around several
times from the force of the blow, stopping in a kneeling position.

Composing himself, he stood up.

"Good, kid. Better."

Angie rushed up to him, holding him. "Are you okay? That shouldn't of hurt you,
it's only supposed to work on demonic things! It shouldn't of hit you so hard!"
she cried, looking at his shoulder.

The skin upon it was red, like it had been slapped repeatedly, and a faint
silver hue emenated from it.

Jared grimaced. "I'll.... be fine. I've lived through worse." He flexed the arm
and rotated the shoulder, testing it, which proved to be unwise.

"SHIT! Fucking ow! What the hell did you hit me with?" he cried, the pain
evident in his voice.

Angie couldn't help but grin. "Well, it's a paralyzing spell. Grandpa said
someting about side effects, though. It was...."
She paused, thinking. "Oh yeah. It hurt, too. But it still shouldn't have worked
on you....."

Jared shrugged, with both shoulders. Even though it still hurt, he didn't show
it. "Tainting. I've fought too many of them," he said, softly, as if it was
something he didn't want to remember.

"...again?" asked Angie.

Jared grinned. "Anytime, anywhere. Are you sure, though? I'm pretty sure I
nearly broke your leg last time."

Angie nodded. "I .... have to fight, right? I can't always fight without
injuries, like you said...."

Jared grinned wider. "That's the spirit. Thats the attitude of a
-professional- demon slayer. You've got promise, kid."

Angie beamed, relishing being addressed as 'Kid' rather than 'Brat.'

That moment of distraction, however, was enough for Jared to slam a roundhouse
kick into the side of her head.

He did pull the blow, however, so she did have a split-second of conciousness
to realize she had indeed been kicked in the head, before the impact kicked in.

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"oooww...." Angie tried to sit up. It worked for the most part, except for her
left leg refusing to cooperate. And that she was seeing everything in quintuplets.

Sitting in a position to accompany her stiff leg, she held her hands aginst her
head, trying to cut down on the number of duplicates she was seeing.

She managed to get it down to two, and made out Jared, sitting cross-legged,
his eyes closed.

"Sleeping beauty awakens," he intoned, not moving or opening his eyes. "And is
she an ugly sight indeed," he further added, not content to leave out the insult.

Angie glowered as best she could, unsure which image of him was real.

Jared's eyes snapped open. "Hungry?"

Angie merely nodded.

"Good. I saved you some. You'll need your strength." He tossed something at
Angie, and it landed in her lap with a wet slap.

Angie picked it up, frowning. Smelled good, it was cooked, felt fresh....
She was too tired and hungry to argue with her stomach on what the source of
it might have been, and settled for eating it.

"So, kid, you up for more yet? Your leg isn't broken, I checked it while you
slept. I think you'll have some trouble moving it for a while, though."

Angie sighed. "I .. sorry. I can't yet. I hurt too much." Her voice betrayed
the dissapointment she felt.

Jared sat up, moving over to Angie, and sitting down next to her.

"Cheer up, kid. Just ... give it time. But for now, just rest. I never said
this would be easy."

Angie grimaced, recalling all the pain she had been through in the past few
days. It had hurt. A lot. It had hurt so much she wanted to use words that
would have made a sailor blush. But, as Jared had said, it taught the quickest.
And she was getting the hang of it, too. The way Jared did it.... he drew upon
his aura, his tainted aura. The spell mechanics behind it was quite simple,
drawing upon ones energy, and instead of using it to cast, just moving with it.

Her senses told her how much energy Jared had, it was frightening. She would
have thought it was borrowed power, from the way he had described it, but...
it was deeply intertwined into his soul, a stain that drowned out sensing of
anything but that within him.

Angies eyes drifted shut, slowly, as she laid back, resting her head on the
ground. She fell into a slumber that appeared to be anyting but restful,
Jared watching over her.

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going going going gone! Now is the time of river and blood! So little girl you
want to play with daddy dearest just come over and drain his blood. blackest
blackest blood dont you want to play angie dear you are me you are free set me
free the only free is death death for you me going goi-

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Angie sat up, breathing heavily, glimmers of her nightmares still fresh in
her mind. The scar on her forehead was pulsing painfully. Fighting back an
urge to puke, she sat up, her leg cooperating this time.

She felt horrible. Like bugs had crawled over every part of her body, and she
didn't know the last time she had a bath.

Looking up into the sky, it was a pale red, the moon a glowing red, the stars
shining jewels of blackness.

And there was Jared, ebony-skinned and feral-eyed, up in her face, staring at
her eye to eye.

His face drew back, she was aware of his shoulder moving, and then a sound
slap to the side of her head was heard. It was felt a moment later.

Angie stood up, stumbling back, blinking away the pain. As she did so, the
world returned to its normal colors, the previous ones fading away.

"Wha.... wha... wha...." she babbled unintelligently, having no idea what had
just happened.

Jared approached her, his skin and eyes as they were supposed to be, as the
trees in the background finished bleeding off the skeletons, which fell into
the ground and dissolved.

"Angie."

"Y.. ye..what?"

He gripped her face, moving it back and forth, getting a better look at it.
"Good. I'd thought you'd lost yourself."

"Gu...I ...." Angie coughed, holding a hand over her mouth. Organizing her
thoughts before speaking again, she said, "What the HELL was that!?"

Jared sighed, eyes softening. "A part of you, now. I was afraid of this." He
sighed again, before continuing. "You're going to have nightmares like that
for the rest of your life. And if you ever give into them, you'll lose yourself,
bit by bit, piece by piece. Until you become the nightmare."

Angie blinked impassively. "....like you...." she said softly.

Jared snorted derisively. "No. Not like me. I'm far worse off than you.
There's no saving me."

Angie blinked, stepping back, frightened by his outburst. "What do you mean...?"

"....I gave in to the darkness. So I could fight. Fight and win, every time.
There is no salvation for me, no release, no escape, and no going back. I only
pray that I'm strong enough, so that no one else has to fight like me, or die to them."

He paused, then continued. "Every time I sleep is another battle for my sanity.
My dreams.... would drive you mad."

Angie gasped. His soul.... it was so clear now.

"Oh god.... Jared...." Her voice was sorrowful, mourning.

"Don't pity me. Just fight. Get ready," he snarled.

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A surge of silver, Angie sidestepped Jared's dash, and rolling forward under
his demonically fast backhand. She dived into the dirt, rolling over to face
the sky, hands almost in position...

Jared's aura surged again, flaring out and staying out. He thrust out his hands,
somehow catching the immaterial silver burst, and knocking it away. One of his
feet rose up, and dropped down in a heeldrop to Angies stomach.

The whole sequence took two seconds, then time resumed it's normal speed,
Angie gasping for breath.

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Jared's aura flared voilently, kicking into high gear, dashing at Angie. She
stood calm, still, arms and hands in motion. They snapped still. Jared slammed
into her, or rather, into a invisible barrier, the force of the dash pushing
both it and her back.

As he shifted position, his feet and arms in motion again immediately, she
did as well, thrusting out her hands in a symbol. Jared slumped, his aura
dissipating.

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Duck, duck, roll, block- Angie attempted to block the larger mans grab with her
smaller, girls body, and failed miserably. Jared grabbed her by the hair,
lifting her up and slinging her to the side. Or she would have been, if he
hadn't caught her with his other arm, cancelling the momentum.

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"Barai!" The silver burst of energy caught Jared square in the chest, stopping
him dead in his tracks. He stood still, snarling at her, as she waved her hands,
and invoked another spell. "Harash'la Exode!" she cried, an intense silver orb
forming around Jared, shrinking rapidly. She dispelled it when she saw flesh
burning.

That done, they both fell to the ground, spent.

Both had injuries, as the training had grown increasingly more aggressive,
Angie with many sore spots on her body, Jared with (noticeably less) many
scorched spots on his flesh. Both their outfits were nearly ripped to tatters,
covered with bloodstains and mud on what was left of them.

Neither looked as if they would be getting up soon.

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When Jared awoke, he was too tired to scream. He entire body was sore, and it
felt like it would revolt if he tried to do so much as crawl. His dreams had
been somewhat less severe, for some reason.

He acknowledged his protesting body, then summarily ignored it, standing up,
and stretching.

Angie was already awake, trying to start a fire. She was a pitiful sight, her
robes loose and tattered, and dirty beyond recognition. The flesh that showed,
was hardly identifiable as so, for all the bruises, bloodspots, sores, and dirt
upon them. Her previously beautifully maintained hair could now be mistaken
for a shrub.

Her attempts were failing miserably, dropping the wood, or not being able to
get enough friction. This was due to the fact that her arms simply didn't want
to work.

Jared leaned down, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Kid. Stop."

Angie turned slowly to face Jared, then fell over, unconcious. Her eyes were
glittering with tears.

He regarded her fallen form silently. "Did I push her too hard...? She needs
more help than I can give. Back to town."

Jared started packing up the semi-permanent camp, that had been the abandoned
road for two weeks now, then picked up Angie, and headed back to Mariahava.

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A final clash of blows, and the combatants paused, sensing a new arrival.
"Angie! You're too loud, fall back," screamed Jared. She looked at him
quizzically, before locking gazes with the demon, and froze. Jared hissed,
making a mad dash to get to Angie before the demon did.

The demon got there first, by a scant second, one clawed hand racking across
the girls face, with a cry of "Frzzzreee!"

Jared slammed into it immediately afterwards, sword trailing behind him. Shoving
Angie to the ground, away from the fight, he brought his sword to bear once
again. The demon hissed, turning away from him, Jared instantly dashing at it
with a surge of his aura, the sword overhead prepared to cleave the demon in two.

A moment froze in time, as he brought his sword down, in an overhead strike, and
the demon caught it with its bare hands. The jewel in the hilt pulsed softly,
draining the demons energy from contact with the blade. But the demon refused
to let go, Jared straining with all his might to move his blade.

"Yousszze will save her. Shezzs willzs bes the one to frzree me," it hissed out.

"Noone will save you. I'm going to kill you now," responded Jared coldly.

"Szhummman. Yousz willv not be the one tzu destzroy or fzree meez."

The demon twisted its hand, breaking the moment, twisting the blade out of
Jared's grip, and tossed it into the air. Jared immediately caught it, but it
was enough of a delay for the demon to escape.

He started to pursue, then stopped midstep, remembering Angie. "Damn fool
girl. Better check on her."

~~

Jared blinked, clearing his head of the memories.

He idly watched the sleeping form of Angie, remembering the events that
had led to Angie's current state. Hah! As if he could save her. He couldn't even
save himself. All he could do was drag her into his personal hell. At least she
knew what she had lost. Her father. He didn't know what he had lost until after
his first fight....

~~

The air was cold, the plains were barren and snow-covered. The woman's heavy fur
cloak was blowing in the wind, and her breath came out in puffs of frozen
moisture. Her voice was sorrowful.

"Jared. I'm ...sorry. I know you won, and you're a town hero, but..." The woman
paused. "You've changed. You're not the Jared I loved. I'm ...sorry. I really
am. But... leave me. Our time is over."

Jared himself was wearing very little considering the climate, snowflakes
embedding themselves in his hair, threatening to cover it up entirely. His
breath was slow, regular, and his fists were trembling, not out of cold, but out
of some contained rage. His voice was as cold as their surroundings, and as
slow as his breathing.

"Fine. I'm not worth loving. I understand, I understand perfectly." His eyes,
cold and passionate, locked with hers. "I'm going. And I'll never come back."
With a sudden motion, he withdrew his sword, the one forged for him at
recognization of manhood, the one he had killed the demon with. The woman
flinched, closing her eyes fearfully.

"Here," Jared said forcefully, shoving the sword against the woman. She opened
her eyes, staring at him. After a slow moment, she uncovered one hand, and held
the sword to herself. Jared let go and quickly turned, walking against the wind,
into the snow.

After he had dissapeared from sight, emotion-laden words floated back on the wind.

'I'll always love you, Selina.'

~~

Dammit! Why did he have to remember that... it hurt. It hurt in some deep part
of his soul that he thought was dead by now. And that memory, would only lead to
the next. Memories were starting to form in his head, there was no point in
trying to stop them now, just survive them and let them wash over him.

~~

"Marek..." he uttered, words stupidly coming out of his mouth, recognizing the
person who had sought him out. Stupid, as in he should have ignored him, maybe
then he wouldn't of done what he did.

"Jared Grange," Marek said. "You've grown."

Jared shrugged. "Yeah, what do you want," he asked flippantly.

"Is that any way to talk to an old friend? I'm here to ask for your help."

".....I'm not going back. I swore I wouldn't go back," said Jared, after a
moment. "I'll never go back! Never!"

Marek stepped back at the vehemence of the response. "I ... see. Perhaps what
I have to say will change your mind."

Jared snorted. "Hmph. Not likely."

"Selina is dying. She wants to see you."

"Sel... Selina. No, it can't be!"

"It doth be."

"..... Fine. I'll go."

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Selina. Dearest, beautifal Selina. I promised I would never come back, but it
seems I can add promise breaking to my list of disgraces now. How could you
ever want me again? Even on your deathbed? I don't understand, I shouldn't be
here. Another person, another life lived here, not me. I've no reason to be
here, dammit!

His gaze flicked back and forth, idly scanning the waiting room. "No company
but my own thoughts, heh. They must hate me."

I'm sorry. If I could go back, I'd have died against the demon. That way you'd
still love me, even if I was dead. It'd be worth it. Not even death can atone
for my disgrace now.

"Jared," spoke a singular voice. "She will see you now."

Jared nodded silently, getting to his feet. He entered the room, his steps
quiet as death itself.

Selina was lying on a cot, parts of her black, parts of her normal, parts of
her, the blackness was seeping into. Her head was tilted to one side, but her
eyes were still sane. She had his old sword gripped to her chest.

"Selina," he said simply.

*cough, cough* "Jar, jared. I'm glad... you could make it."

"What happened to you!?"

"A fight... was grazed. Doctors tried to stop the infection, but... you have
eyes. You can see."

"If it's hopeless, why did you want to see me? I'm not worth seeing again."

"Stupid! You- *cough* You're wrong! You're worth seeing. I'm sorry I said
what I said.. then."

"Selina."

Selina coughed again, curling up and holding her stomach. "Ahhhh! Soon!"

The other occupants of the room stepped back.

"The demon.... is taking hold," said Jared slowly.

Selina nodded. "I'm ... glad I could see you." She composed herself, and sat up,
holding out the sword to Jared. "Now ... you must. You know what *cough* must do."

Jared stepped back. "No! I won't! There's got to be some way! I won't abandon
you!" he cried, long held back emotions coming out. "I won't do it! I'll save
you, somehow!"

Selina's eyes widened. "Please, now! Do it ... now! While I'm still me!" she
said frantically, her grip on the sword shaking.

Jared sighed, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I can't." He turned,
exiting the room.

No sooner than he had shut the door behind him, he heard her scream loudly,
and then a wet thunk. He recognized both sounds. The first, one succumbing to
the nightmare. The second, the sound of a sword striking another person. He
didn't see anyone else armed.... oh no.

He rushed back in, to see not-Selina holding his sword of long ago, dripping
with blood. The doctor was dead by it, and her father looked to be the next.

"SELINA!" he yelled, tackling her. They both went down, wrestling for control
of the sword. Jared won easily, and got to his feet, spinning the familiar sword
in a lazy spin. Selina got back up, herself.

"Jared. It's okay. I'm still me," she said in a monotone.

"I can't beleive you," he said flatly.

Her eyes.... were empty.

"I should have done this when you asked..." he said slowly, swinging the sword
to build up momentum, and swung it at her neck. She threw up her arms to defend
herself, too late, and her head landed across the cot.

A moment, an eternity of silence, an eternal sacred moment of silence, that
hummed with joy, singing softly in an angelic voice. Broken, shattered, blasted
to oblivion as the sword clattered to the ground. Shortly after were tears.
Rivers and torrents of wept, heartfelt tears, not stopping, not abating in the
slightest.

Jared slumped to his knees, an insane smile forming amidst his tears. "I ....
I killed Selina. I KILLED SELINA! THE WOMAN I LOVE! I! KILLED HER! NOT ANYONE
ELSE! I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!" He picked the sword back up. "I KILLED HER
WITH THIS!" he yelled, holding the offending weapon up to the air, the sharp
edges biting into his unfeeling hands.

His grin got wider, as he *bent* the sword. It bent and bent, until it could
bend no further. And then, with a final surge of strength, the blade snapped.
He dropped the pieces, looking at the blood flowing from his hands, then at
the others in the room.

"I promised.... I would never come back. This time, I mean to keep that
promise," he said, a hint of insanity creeping into his cold voice. "I will
kill the next one who tries to summon me here."

And he left.

~~

Angie stirred. This did not go unnoticed by Jared, who was still awake.

"Mrrawwyaawwnn," she mumbled, stretching.

"You're awake."

"Mrraaayyyaaaaawwwnn. Yeahhh," she said, still stretching. "I think I was
too tired to dream."

"Lucky you. Come on. We've got a demon to catch."

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Jared: Heh. I kicked the little girls ass all over the place.
Angie: So you were just beating up on me!
Jared: Hey, it's the best way to learn.
Angie: I got in a few good ones on you, you can't deny that.
Jared: Meh. You'd be on a spick if I was trying.
Angie: .......
Jared: Oh, yeah. Damn flashbacks.
Author: ... it's not over yet. Get back to work! *whipcrack*
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On the road again, the pair of weary travellers were welcome to make camp when
night fell.

Angie had quit complaining about eating food that Jared had caught, after she
discovered expelling the negative energies from the food had made it taste
better. Jared had taken a bite, and shrugged, saying, 'Damn fool girl. Meat
is meat.'

The two sat by the fire, silently.

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Morning came again, finding the two still awake. Jared was his normal self,
Angie's eyes were drooping, not quite used to fighting the urge to sleep just
yet. Jared drew his sword, peering at the crystal. "We're gaining too fast,"
he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" asked Angie, curiously, taking a look at the jewel
herself. It was a vivid blue.

"While we were chasing it before, we weren't making this much progress. It
was moving on it's own, trying to evade us. Now, it seems like it's .... waiting
for us." Jared looked at Angie curiously, some question hiding behind his eyes,
wanting to be let out.

Angie blinked. "What?" Jared turned his head away, looking somewhere else.
"Nothing." Angie frowned. "There was a look on your face, like you wanted to ask
me something. What was it?"

Jared didn't respond for a moment, then spoke. "Well... I guess it can't hurt.
The demon, when we fought. It said I would save you, and you would free it. I
think that's why it's waiting." He turned away again. "I can't save anyone,
though. And I have some horrible feeling about this."

Angie stood silent for a moment, looking at the ground. "... you saved me," she
said softly.

Jared swiveled quickly, glaring at Angie. "Don't you dare say that! I didn't
save you, I damned you!" he cried vehemently, his hand unconsiously reaching
for his sword.

Angie looked up an Jared, eyes shimmering. "It's true! You did save me! When
you and the demon fought! You said as much yourself!"

Jared's eyes darkened. "If I was to save you back then, I would have had to
kill you then and there," he said, his voice just as dark.

"Dammit! Jared! I don't care how dark you are, at least have a little hope, a
little faith in yourself!" Her angry, stubborn voice contrasted against the
dark voice, fighting it back.

She stood resolute, meeting Jareds dark gaze with a stubborn gaze of her own.
Jared broke the stare first, looking away. "You didn't damn me. I damned
myself by coming. I would have lost myself, if not for you. You saved me,"
the girl continued, softly.

"Feh. Think what you will, brat. Come on, let's go." Jared started walking, not
bothering to wait for his companion.

Angie stared at his walking form sadly. "There's got to be a way to convince
him, there's got to be."

She had some idea of why he hated himself so much. If it was anything like the
darkness she had recently been through, then there was hope still. There was
always hope, there had to be hope. Why did she care about that jerk? After that
intensly painful training, she could probably fight it herself... altough she was
loath to attempt it. ...that was it! She could teach him some of what she knew!
With Grandpa and Dad both gone, she was the only one who knew the family spells.
Some of them were too unique to be lost forever....

"Hey Jared! Wait up!" she cried, running after him.

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"... let me get this straight. Since you're the only one who knows some of 
these anti demon spells, and you're worried that you might not survive, and
they'll be lost forever, so you want to teach them to me?" asked Jared slowly.

Angie nodded, smiling brightly.

"... forget it, brat. You're gonna make it through this. 'sides, magic ain't my
thing," he refused quickly. "'sides, it dosen't seem to be too stable. The
demon broke the big one protecting the town, targets your granddaddy, and
there's some connection between your granddad and the demon we're after. I'm
not gonna trust it."

"You... you... you're insulting the lifelong work of my dad? And Grandpa!?"
she stammered.

Jared shrugged. "Yep, you guessed it. Here, have a cookie!"

Angie glowered, stomping up to him. "I am NOT going to let your potential go
to waste!" she declared, grabbing one of his arms.

Jared tried to pull his arm away, then paused as he felt ... something familiar.
A similar feeling to how he fought...

Angie closed her eyes, moving behind him, keeping hold of his arm with one
hand, and putting the other palm-first against his back.

"What are you doing, you little brat? I don't have any potential."

"You're wrong! You're good at it, you just don't know it! I'll show you!" She
intoned some words to herself, and her silver aura flared to life, and blazed
against the sky. A moment later, Jared's black aura erupted as well, drowning
out Angie's. The two auras mixed and mingled, air flying about wildly, hair
whipping in the wind. Angie didn't move, however, maintaining physical contact
with Jared, still focusing, the two aura's spiraling wildly into the sky.

Jared felt some unidentifiable impulse in his head. It was saying 'release,'
over and over, and the realization of the action was just a thought away.

Curious, he let it out.

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An unnatural silence was suddenly heard, as the noise of the whipping air and
wild auras, and everything else, was suddenly muted. The auras dissapeared,
collapsing back to their respective bodies, and then a brilliant colorless
sphere exploded from them, mostly passing through everything, but leaving
everything lightly singed. Then sound resumed.

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Jared took a moment to double check that indeed, he was still alive, and indeed,
he was still there, and that there was still there. Then he whirled around,
grabbing Angie by the shoulders, picking her up and shaking her. "What the HELL
did you just do, girl?" he yelled, angrily. He didn't stop shaking her to let
her answer, however, and continued. "I don't care about your damn magic! Don't
mess with my soul! EVER!" He shook the frightened girl a final time, then
dropped her.

The frightened girl stood up, slowly, eyes wide, staring at Jared. The emotion
displayed on her face shifted slowly, from frightened to nervous to curious to
awed to happy.

"... That was ... awesome... I ... thought .... but... You're amazing, Jared!"
The words came out slowly, like she was having trouble breathing, when in
reality her thoughts were racing too fast to speak them at speed.

Jared blinked, the anger in his face there just a moment ago replaced by
confusion. "Huh?" he asked dumbly.

Angie's voice quickened, excited. "That's a really really hard spell to pull
off, and needs lots of energy! But you pulled it off easy! It's the first time
I've seen it successfully cast! It usually needs an entire conclave, and is
really slow, so it's not really good in combat, but you... you.. you were awesome!"

She took a breath, and started to say more, before Jared hurriedly clapped a
hand on her mouth. "Kid. Enough. But.... what did it do?"

Angie started excitedly talking from beneath his mouth, before Jared had the
presence of mind to remove it. Angie paused, then started over. "It's a mass
focused dispel spell, it takes all the energy put into it, amplifies it, then
hits everything targeted within the area with an even division of force. If
there's only one thing, it all hits it! And you have a LOT of energy to fuel
it! You say you have no potential for magic, but you must have some intuitive
idea of how it really works to be able to channel it!"

Jared blinked impassively. "....whatever," he finally said. "I'm not learning
your tricks. My own tricks work quite well."

"But... all that power you have..." she trailed off.

Jared looked at Angie square in the eyes. "Get that foolish mage idea out of
your head. Power in itself is no end. I have enough for what I need to do, I
don't need anymore. And you, remember. Power corrupts. Especially if you've
been stricken by a demon."

Angie fell silent, looking at the ground, idly toeing it with a foot. "I
guess... but... well..." She finally figured out what she was going to say, and
looked back up. "Please! I want to do something for you! You helped me with
that training before, I though I could help you with passing on some of the
stuff I know. But... I guess not."

"Look, kid. Some other time. And don't worry about dying. I'm gonna make sure
nothing happens to you this time. I promise." He tousled her hair
affectionatly. "Now come on. We got a demon to slay."

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Angie: Beleive in yourself! Or I'll make you!
Jared: Not happening.
Angie: How about this?
Jared: Nope. Don't try again. I wanna get to the demon already, okay?
Angie: Fine....