Little Ones [ Solo | Job ]

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Jumanah came back to the main city after her short trip and promptly returned to the sight of 4 strange creatures flying around hassling people who seemed quite fed up with them. Jumanah smirks a bit but walks over whistling trying to get the creature’s attention. “Ey!” She hollered over. The creatures all turned to look at her before flying over making the people they were harassing sigh in relief. “Were did you little guys come from?” She asked as they all landed on her seemingly in a friendly manner.

“Some students were trying out some life magic and made these nuisances.” A man said with a huff.

“They don’t seem that ba-” They all then shifted to her staff grabbing it and jerked it away from her flying off with it. “HEY!” She shouted, running after them quickly. “You are so not cute anymore!” She shouted, making heads turn towards her. She grew closer to the creatures above her now and jumped up to grab at them only to slam into a man the two tumbling to the ground roughly as the creatures flew off. “Dang it…” Jumanah groggly said as the man under her looked up to her with annoyance shoving her off with a grunt.

“Watch where you're going lady.” He almost spat out looking over to Jumanah who sat up, then to her mask staring at it carefully but more towards the bottom of the mask then the cracks carefully.

Jumanah scrunched up her nose at him. “Sure thing I’ll promptly do so while you watch your tone.” She said simply giving an almost mocking salute before running off after the creatures. “Get back here!” She shouted out as the man looked over to what the creatures were carrying squinting his eyes barely making it out. He blinked as if he saw something he shouldn't before quickly getting up and started to run after the creatures and the woman now needing a closer look. Jumanah kept running before hopping up on some store crates and leaped off them reaching out barely grabbing onto the middle of the staff making the creatures shoot down from the added weight. An orb quickly forming at the top of her staff as they fell from the sky. Jumanah crashing down with them and rolling on her side the best she caught before extending out the staff for a point blank Sound Breaker for 20 Magoi It letting out a loud screech dealing C Tier damage to the creatures knowing them out quickly. She got up to her feet rubbing her side as the man slowly came to a stop not far from her staring at the staff slowly piecing together missing parts in his head… he knew that staff and mask.

“Necowl.” He said loud enough for her to hear to test his hunch making her face grow pale as she looked over to him puzzled but carefully… that hair style… and his eye….

“Amiz…?” Jumanah’s voice, hesitant and uncertain.

( 504 / 500 Words )
( 180 / 200 Magoi )