The Supply Manager swallowed and looked in Varis’ direction. “And how did he lose all that?”
“That is what I’m here for. To inquire if he made a full payment on behalf of the housemaster and shortchanged us”
The Supply Manager laughed deeply. “Did you even bother to ask him if he was attacked by any bandit or a Timare?”
“If he was, he’s still liable to not being able to protect property. And I’m sure he gave it up without a fight”
The second part bit deep into Varis. He looked away trying to hide his anger. From the corner of his eye, he saw Adolf smirking.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Return the money or we demote you”
“That’s not possible because I gave him the goods”
“Then happy demotion Sub-manager”
The Supply Manager’s eyes hardened, …show more content…
The secretary looked taken aback by the Supply Manager’s outburst. The Supply Manager never took his eyes off Adolf. The tension was thick in the air, the elements crackling under the weight of the intense silence. Adolf swallowed and laughed nervously. The secretary had started backing away from the group.
“You could never take me on in the Death Dance and you know it” Adolf said, knees trembling. The man couldn’t even convince himself. He swallowed again and looked into the Supply Manager’s never-blinking eyes. Adolf sighed.
“I suppose we could find a more, ah, peaceful solution to this” Adolf said, voice skipping an octave and sounding more like a boy in puberty. The Supply Manager’s stance relaxed a little bit but his eyes became much harder.
“The only solution is for you to take your sorry ass back to whatever community home you came from before I get downstairs and your blood flows freely on the last steps you will ever climb” The Supply Manager said quietly. Adolf swallowed again. His hands started trembling and he was barely holding the communication between …show more content…
I warn you not to move!” Adolf practically screamed. The legionnaires laughed at him and kept watching the fiasco. The Supply Manager knew it was an empty threat and moved several steps. Adolf, panic blinding his decisions, moved in attack.
Adolf, his Earth Art in effect, sped the distance between them in barely more than two seconds and slashed upwards with his sword, aiming for the shoulder of his weapon arm. It was easily parried and with a swordsman’s grace, the Supply Manager simply amputated Adolf’s arm, a precise execution of what Adolf had intended to do. The amputated arm fell to the floor with the sword in hand, clattering against the hard marble. Adolf let out a scream of pain, blood trickling down from the stump.
The Supply Manager smiled insanely, silently daring Adolf to come and attack him again. Adolf, in agony, took his sword from the ground with his remaining arm and rushed the Supply Manager again. This time, he bent forward as he closed the distance then jumped into the air, sword arm twisting, leaping for the Supply Manager’s throat. It was again parried easily and again, in a mockery of Adolf, the Supply Manager simply buried his sword to the hilt in Adolf’s throat. Blood erupted in a fountain from the fatal wound. Adolf drew his last breath, eyes rolling backwards and fell to the floor in a
“That is what I’m here for. To inquire if he made a full payment on behalf of the housemaster and shortchanged us”
The Supply Manager laughed deeply. “Did you even bother to ask him if he was attacked by any bandit or a Timare?”
“If he was, he’s still liable to not being able to protect property. And I’m sure he gave it up without a fight”
The second part bit deep into Varis. He looked away trying to hide his anger. From the corner of his eye, he saw Adolf smirking.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Return the money or we demote you”
“That’s not possible because I gave him the goods”
“Then happy demotion Sub-manager”
The Supply Manager’s eyes hardened, …show more content…
The secretary looked taken aback by the Supply Manager’s outburst. The Supply Manager never took his eyes off Adolf. The tension was thick in the air, the elements crackling under the weight of the intense silence. Adolf swallowed and laughed nervously. The secretary had started backing away from the group.
“You could never take me on in the Death Dance and you know it” Adolf said, knees trembling. The man couldn’t even convince himself. He swallowed again and looked into the Supply Manager’s never-blinking eyes. Adolf sighed.
“I suppose we could find a more, ah, peaceful solution to this” Adolf said, voice skipping an octave and sounding more like a boy in puberty. The Supply Manager’s stance relaxed a little bit but his eyes became much harder.
“The only solution is for you to take your sorry ass back to whatever community home you came from before I get downstairs and your blood flows freely on the last steps you will ever climb” The Supply Manager said quietly. Adolf swallowed again. His hands started trembling and he was barely holding the communication between …show more content…
I warn you not to move!” Adolf practically screamed. The legionnaires laughed at him and kept watching the fiasco. The Supply Manager knew it was an empty threat and moved several steps. Adolf, panic blinding his decisions, moved in attack.
Adolf, his Earth Art in effect, sped the distance between them in barely more than two seconds and slashed upwards with his sword, aiming for the shoulder of his weapon arm. It was easily parried and with a swordsman’s grace, the Supply Manager simply amputated Adolf’s arm, a precise execution of what Adolf had intended to do. The amputated arm fell to the floor with the sword in hand, clattering against the hard marble. Adolf let out a scream of pain, blood trickling down from the stump.
The Supply Manager smiled insanely, silently daring Adolf to come and attack him again. Adolf, in agony, took his sword from the ground with his remaining arm and rushed the Supply Manager again. This time, he bent forward as he closed the distance then jumped into the air, sword arm twisting, leaping for the Supply Manager’s throat. It was again parried easily and again, in a mockery of Adolf, the Supply Manager simply buried his sword to the hilt in Adolf’s throat. Blood erupted in a fountain from the fatal wound. Adolf drew his last breath, eyes rolling backwards and fell to the floor in a