Previous Chapter. Next Chapter. My cards are drawn as if magnetized to a spot between the Seraph and I, level with his position but a fair distance to his right. They form a haphazard stuck-together pile rotating around in the air.
A sharp whistling sound starts low and rises in an instant to a fever pitch before dying on the wind as it sails past my ear, nicking its edge. I stagger as my hand reaches to my earlobe and closes around a burst of tiny downy feathers.
I look behind to see what just sped past my face. Its tip was keen enough to lodge it into concrete. It could have jabbed my eye out instead. The feather bursts into sparks which blink away without a sound, and I turn back to face its origin. The Seraph looms with his hand outstretched towards me once again. Like how I would fling one of my cards. He pays the tarot pile he swiped from me a short glance, and the cards cease their rotation and straighten themselves neatly into a deck, remaining suspended in the air.
So just come along quietly and we can get this sorted out. I can only glare up at him in reply. My will still reaches my cards from afar, but they feel… heavy. Incredibly heavy, weighed down to that spot. Does he somehow already know enough about my magic to prepare against it, or is it something else?
Gotta tucker yourself out some more? I figured as much. And since my cards are constantly being drawn toward a specific spot, I can guide their path to pass through where the Stardust Seraph currently is by putting myself between him and that point.
