Chapter 10

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
I stood in horror while a second person was killed. 
It was six against one for each creature. Six trained guards and students were slashing through each of them and still there were no achievements. 
My stomach cramped in anxiety. There was almost a sense of defeat in the air. For minutes which had felt like hours, they had fought without any progress. While there had been at least some hope in the beginning, maybe even the expectation that despite casualties, they would eventually win, now it seemed forlorn. 
All I could do was watch despite all of the training I had done. Despite everything I didn't know how to act and that rendered me unmoving. 
My focus was on the corpse lazing amidst the fight. It looked mangled, the pungent smell of iron distributing into the air.
It distracted me from the fight while filling me with guilt and disappointment. Disappointment at myself, that I didn't know what to do and didn't at least try. All help could be useful right now.
Maybe it was the amount of onlookers that hadn't done anything. Maybe that was the reason I didn't feel a guilt strong enough to urge me to act. My own guilt was covered by the crowd and probably nobody would even know that I had even been here, able to help. 
Most definitely the guy would've died nevertheless but at least I wouldn't have had to be guilty of incompetence but rather incapability.
"Their eyes" a deep voice boomed. I turned around to see Sir Ashdracon approaching quickly with his two blades in his hands. His face didn't look affected in the slightest. Most of the times he appeared grim and emotionless and now wasn't any different. 
The fight didn't seem as gruesome in his eyes, it appeared more like a routine he had studied profusely.  
I believed his words even before seeing the results. 
He wasn't a person to boast around or demand attention. He didn't have to because attention followed him naturally. Just the same as now, when his mouth told the solution that allowed us to survive. 
His body moved fluidly inside of the fighting zone, his sword cutting through wind and dark mass.  
It only took a few seconds until the first blob turned into smoke after a blade had been protruding from its yellow eyes. 
Before the knife could drop it was caught by Sir Ashdracon who didn't miss a beat in helping another group that had been standing in a circle around one of the ghostly.  
Suddenly I saw a flesh of blond I recognized.
Maeve. 
As she joined the fight I grew even more annoyed at myself. How could my egocentric, self centered sister for once act more righteous than me. It didn't feel right. Instead it left me with the bitter taste of jealously and guilt, wondering if she was going to be hailed a hero again. She sure had the potential while I was still unmoving. 
She brought out a flaming snake which sored through the group. I wondered how she could possible think that this was a good idea. Not only were these people now in danger of being sliced open by 'the ghostly' but also had to fear becoming toasted. It perfectly showed her true colors. For once, I wished that she would actually have some compassion and intelligence to refrain from putting herself in the centre of attention even though I had become hopeless of that during all my years of existence.