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Upon seeing such a vixen, Lucky knew that this one would put up a fight. "This cutie is mine," she snagged the photo off of the bulletin and walked out with a smile.

Nyaa~ cat_xd Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!! -eagerly takes the book with deepest modesty and bows- I am honored.

Still soaring through the sky; her dark halo formed, eerily hovering over her head. Her emotions sent her soaring faster as her wings beat the surrounding air. Lucky welcomed the winds hiss, pain upon her body as she endured it for pleasure. The thoughts of how ignorant her captain was after her memory lost from her altered nova state enslaved Lucky to not pay attention to her surroundings.

'Why? She's startling with great power and beauty to kill us all in a swift move; she could be coy and just be playing with us... Using us for her dirty work...' Her anger grew exponentially; because of her explosions of emotions and the thoughts that rampaged onward, a tree top nipped her tired wings, causing her to tumble downward into hard stones that crumbled after her impact.

”Ugh...” She stood up dusting off the pebbles and dust away from her dress. Glaring at the trees behind her, Lucky created a massive black flame in front of her and condensed it to a small orb. She aimlessly threw it into the forest, causing a crater as the tiny pieces wood, tiny pebbles, and ashes fell like snow. Sighing from the catrastrophe she just created, she looked around her; it was a cemetery.

Lucky walked on and sat down with a slab as her back rest. She closed her eyes and rested there in peace; her eyes were back to normal and the halo was gone without a trace.

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Keeping the picture in Lucky's pocket, her thoughts lingered to what it meant by Magical Arts. 'How tormenting to not know what I'm up against... Blasted trickster.' She concealed her wings way from the mortals again but this time walking down a path in the forest. Before seeking him out, Lucky had asked around town for any leads towards Grayson Sutherland. Some told her stories that was unbelievable, others had decent incidents, and the rest were just amazed by his magician shows (Well, for the ladies on the other hand...).

Lucky rested by a tree stump. Having prepared a quick sandwich, she ate; satisfying her belly's earlier calls. 'Hopefully I'm not too late to catch him before he goes after that other town the little boy mentioned...' Opening her mouth for another bite, a rose bud appeared before her eyes and landed softly on the ground.

”Hello there, young lady. You sure are cute.” A tall male covered in brown with a open jacket that revealed his bare chest, a distinguished necklace with an amber ornament, and brown hair walked from behind her to face her properly. Lucky blinked, mouth still open. He picked up the rose bud and presented it to her, with a grace motion of his hands over it, the rose bud bloomed enchantingly.

Lucky studied his face as he smiled and winked at her. Before she could respond, her target took her sandwich away and replaced it with the full bloomed rose. He took a bite into her sandwich that was half-eaten; Lucky was quickly annoyed by his actions.

”So tell me little child. Why are you all alone? Shouldn't you be with your parents or something?” The target finished off her snack and grinned with magic swirling in his eyes. 'Heh. A weak hypnotist... No wonder he has such a low bounty count.' Lucky smiled at him as she clapped.

”What else can a magician do?” Her eyes full of malicious curiosity. With a lustful smile, he stood a bit too close for comfort. Lucky leaned back and stared up at him as he loomed over her. His fingers lightly touched her checks; moving his hand to her soft greyish hair.

”I’d be willing to if became my lovely assistant…” His glazed lingered on her eyes, noting the longsword. Lucky didn’t miss a beat and smiled. She pushed his hand aside, shrugging off the scent he left on her; the rose bud fell to the ground noticeably.

”Like that will ever happen,” Lucky scoffed. Before she could get her sword out, Grayson had her sword in his hands.

”My, little girl. What a funny looking sword. I’m pretty sure these aren’t made around these parts.” He slashed the air as he turned in place but the last one was a full swing at her. Instead of the blade tasting her skin, it just sortof stopped like an unknown force has surrounded Lucky. This time, Lucky took a quick step to be face-to-face to her prey, she breathed in his breathe of bafflement at the results.

”My sword will be the loveliest thing you will ever see in your lifetime… It will also be your last.” Lucky wrapped her fingers around the handle as his began to loosen with fear. ”You and I know that you aren’t a magician. You are in fact a killer to many different towns. I just received a bounty for your life. I’m you’re one and only assassin, my prey.” Lucky punched him in the stomach. He bent over from the shock of getting hit, Lucky brought up her knee right into his face. He stumbled back as anger enthroned him. Look at her, he motioned his hands and sparks of electricity flew at her. Lucky managed to dodge, but surprised how she underestimated him. ”Hm... some magic.” She revealed her wings and fell up in the air. The forest kept her hidden from his aim.
”Where did you go? I still have-” Lucky swooned down at her target and retrieved her sword back; she had stabbed him with the tip of a broken branch from her explosive orb the night before. Grayson looked at the bloodied weapon in shock that was coming out of his belly. Lucky walked around to face him as he fell to his knees trying to keep on breathing.

Lucky pulled the branch from his belly out. He gasped for air. ”You dying before me... your blood should amend the sins of someone else' dirty work. That's all I ask for.” She kissed his last breath away, thanking him for his sacrifice. Lucky carried him to her captain.

Lucky tossed the body on the floor, there was something odd about it, like it was missing... She was about walk away but turned around again. ”Ahh, I forgot something. It's a present to you,” Lucky presented a jar that contained his hands opened and guarding his eyeballs that was in the middle of a liquid substance. ”He wasn't even worth my time... Taking my sandwich away from me...”