Brok: Actually, the bed that the wanker piss pot provided is actually decent. Justin: Why are your hands blue, but the rest of your body is normal? Sora: Boy! Brok: It's all good wanker! Brok: You know of the family of the original ice magic users? Justin: My professor Omowale talked about it the other day. He said something about the current Queen of Ice Magic...Nyah Bryant. Valencia was about to say something, but Naomi slapped V's lips. V quickly whispered something in Naomi's ear. Naomi just shrugged her shoulders.

Justin: He said how powerful she was. And she was crucial in the last mage civil war and the ninety-ninth war. Brok: Nyah Bryant? That name sounds familiar; The name Nyah does ring a bell! Brok starts scratching his eyebrows and looks over at me, and he notices the French toast sticks laced with syrup I made with the side of smoked bacon. He grabs the plate, grabs all of the smoked bacon, and consumes it instantly. Brok: This bacon is good. You should stick to cooking and making me boozes. You're actually decent at it. What is this?! He points at the French toast sticks.

Sora: French toast sticks. They were actually for... Brok: I don't need all the damn details, piss pot! Brok consumed all the French toast sticks and tossed the empty plate at my head, but I used wind magic to stop in mid-air. And floated it inside of my grimoire. Brok: Those toast sticks were appetizing! Sora: Brok, that was... Brok: Oi, do me a favor and clean my hands before asking a question! I cast a basketball-sized ball of water on his hands.

Brok took his hands out of the ball of water. And I dried his hands by setting Brok's hands ablaze for a few seconds, then the flames disappeared. Brok: Thanks. I handed him the broken sword. Brok closely examines the sword. Justin: Brok, you didn't answer my question. Brok: One second. This is definitely the sword. Justin: Did you make the sword? Brok: No, I gave them a special ore for them to create the crossguard. And Justin, does this Nyah have white hair on one side and black hair on the other? Justin: Yeah, why? Brok: What do you know, that little girl became the queen.

Sora: Brok, you ate my daughter's breakfast. Brok: That's your daughter? He points at Naomi. Sora: Yeah. Brok: She certainly doesn't look like her mother! The only thing she got from Sophia it's her hair. Sophia: She's not mine! Sophia said this as she finished her giant cinnamon roll while floating with her legs crossed. Brok: Then who in the bleep is her mother?! Everyone pointed at Valencia. And Valencia smiled and waved with Naomi's cute little hand.

Brok: Oh...so that's what the others were talking about! Okay, it's all coming together. Now, I have a closer look; she's definitely the mother. I apologize for eating your breakfast. Valencia: She ate again? Sora: Did she already eat? Valencia: Like two hours ago. How much did she eat? Sora: I fed her like three French toast sticks and three strips of bacon, cut up into smaller pieces. Valencia: I guess that was her snack until noon. Sora: That sounds about right. Brok: This blade definitely belongs to the original ice magic users. This is your sword right, umm... Valencia?

Valencia: I wouldn't say it's my sword, really. Sapphire & Justin: It's hers. Justin: Jinx, you owe me a soda! Sapphire's black ice-colored wallet floated out of her hoodie kangaroo pocket. And a floating five-dollar bill came out of the wallet into Justin's hand. Sapphire's wallet went back inside her pocket. Justin: Pleasure doing business. I whistled, and a Koca Kola canned soda flew out of the grimoire, and I caught it with my left and tossed it to Justin. Justin: Thanks, bro. And it's cold as well! Brok, you still didn't answer my question!

Brok: Oh my bad! Got distracted! I'd crafted thirteen weapons for the original ice magic users. Those weapons have certain ore that can affect your skin if you're around their original source. So, Valencia it's safe to say that you're the ice princess, and that means Nyah is your mother, right? V covered Naomi's ears. Valencia: That hoe isn't my mom. Not even death or whatever kind of coma she's in can separate her from me and the rest of that cursed family! Sapphire: Vivi! Valencia: What, I'm not sorry, all of the family can rot in purgatory! All I care! Justin & Brok: Damn. Valencia uncovered the oblivious smiling Naomi. Sora: How many years, you put in, Brok?

Brok: Well, if I had to give it a go. I didn't do any work for them for that long, I'll say a short two hundred twelve years. Justin & Deshon & De'Niro: What!? Justin: Two hundred years is short to you!? Brok: Ya'll mages have been co-existing with the regulars for too long! Two hundred years is the equivalent of five years for regulars. Sora: Mages seriously lost their touch with reality; it is pretty sickening to think about it. Justin: Brok, aren't you mage like us? Deshon: Or human? Sora: Brok is neither; the easiest way to explain this is. He's kind of like the fictional race called dwarves made up by the regulars. And don't ask questions unless you want thousands of years worth of history crammed in your head. And study the ancient mage language.

Justin: We got the picture. Deshon: Sora, all you had to say was he's your familiar, dawg! Like, come on nigga, you don't need over-explain anything! Brok: I beg your pardon. I think I missed heard you! Deshon: What the heck did I say? Sora: Ah, jeepers, here we go. Deshon: All I said was you his familiar, are you not? Brok: I ain't his familiar! What me and Sora got is a partnership. Don't ever in your life call me that, boy! Deshon: Don't call me boy, you discount troll! Deshon rolled up on Brok, sticking out his chest, and tried to push him, but Brok didn't move an inch.

Deshon's hands simply bounced off his chest. Brok sheathed the blade and tossed it behind his head, and I caught it. Brok sucker-punched Deshon that sent him flying to the door; Valencia, Sapphire, Zoey, Peyton scattered so they could avoid Deshon. Brok rushed to Deshon while he was down. Deshon tries to pop back up quickly, but Brok launches an uppercut to Deshon's midsection that causes Deshon's head to the doorknob, and Deshon's body slides down on the door. Brok started kneeing Deshon to the face multiple times. Blood started spattered across the door. Deshon blocks Brok's knee, and he tries to counter him by punching Brok's face. But Brok countered by catching Deshon's right fist. And Brok responded by punching Deshon in the throat and his mouth. Deshon started to yell in pain. Brok face palmed Deshon's face and lifted him to his eye level. And he proceeds to put Deshon's face through the door.

Deshon's legs began twitching. And Deshon's foot accidentally hit Brok's chest. I couldn't see Brok's face, but I could tell he was furious because Brok's arms and the back of his head, veins started to pop out. Brok summoned his blacksmith hammer coated with black ice and surrounded by blue lighting. Brok cranked back his hammer and slammed it down on the middle of Deshon's back. Blood started to stain Deshon's solid white tee. Brok took Deshon's head out of the door. And he drops him, and he made Deshon's bloodied, battered, tarnished face without his glasses face him. Brok picks him by the collar and props him up to the door. Brok kicked Deshon so hard that he sent the door flying off the hinges, and it hit the concrete wall along with Deshon.

The door falls on top of Deshon. He's laid out flat on his belly. Brok: You get what you deserved, twit! And sorry about the door! Sora: It's alright; that door wasn't up to my standards anyway. Brok commenced to wipe off the blood from his hands onto his blacksmith apron. Peyton approaches Brok with her arms folded. Peyton: Was that really necessary?! You didn't have to hurt him like that! Brok: It was necessary! That dupe deserved that beating! And you know what?! I think I should finish the job! Brok summoned his blacksmith hammer and, on his way toward Deshon. Sora: Oi, Brok! Brok: What is it, piss pot?! Brok turns back at me, and he rests his hammer on his shoulders. Sora: Peyton, keep your comments to yourself for the moment. Peyton: Bruh!? Sora: Brok, I need that dupe alive. I kinda risk my neck protecting him yesterday.

Brok: You telling me that I can't put this clown out of his misery! I would be doing you a service! I gestured for him to calm down. Sora: I know. But Deshon is like a dodo bird. It's entertainment. I want to keep him around. And plus, you came out for something. So what was the original reason for coming? Brok: Well, I have something to show you. But I want to fix that sword for Valencia. Before you go, ruin it. Sora: You know what, everyone, let's start practice early! Life Magic: Restore. A green aura surrounded Deshon, and he got up, and all of his injuries were healed. And came inside, and he sat down on the couch. Valdis: Alright, if that's what you want. Sora: And Brok, there's a nice blacksmith station where we're about to go. So just tag along. Alright? Brok. Everyone started to leave except for Justin, De'Niro, Brianna, Deshon, and Valencia. I brought out some burgers and sodas for Deshon, Bri, and De'Niro.

Then two men in black suits knocked on the wooden door frame. One black man, six-foot-two with a jerry curl, looks like in his mid-thirties and some white guy that looks like he has seen some nasty stuff with a pristine mullet like that. The black man introduced himself as Pit. Pit: Hey kids, how are you doing? Deshon, Bri, and De'Niro look uneasy. Both men walked in. Pit: Hey, keep chilling. Pit gestured for the three to stay on the couch. The three of them relaxed themselves. And Pit gave the okay sign. Pit: Do you know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Charlotte Marie. You do remember your business partner, don't you? Pit directly looks at Deshon. Pit: Let me take a wild guess; you're Deshon Flowers. Deshon: Yes. Pit: You do remember your business partner Charlotte Marie right? Deshon nodded his head yes. Pit: It looks like Vincent and I caught ya'll at breakfast. Sorry about that. What ya'll having?

Deshon: Hamburgers. Pit: Hamburgers! A cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers. Deshon: Cheeseburgers. Deshon looks down at his partially eaten burger. Pit: No, no, no! Where did you get it from? The three of them pointed at me. Pit looks at me. And walks over to me, Valencia and Naomi. Pit: Oh, you must be Sora Hestia! You're that famous detective, actor, big internet star, the young chef and also big time mage, son of Maina Hestia and Rex Titan. Pit and Valencia looked at each other. And it seems like they know each other. Pit walks away and he immediately. Pit: You got some of the world-famous burgers made by chef Sora Hestia! I would like to try it. I ain't never had one myself. How are they? Deshon: Great. Pit: You mind if I try one of yours? Pit looks at De'Niro and Bri. Deshon gave Pit the go-ahead gesture with a fearful expression on him. Pit smiles and stares at Deshon as he eats his burger.

Pit: Damn, this is the best burger I ever had! Vincent started exploring the kitchen. Pit: Vincent, have you ever had a world-famous Sora Hestia burger. And Vincent shook his head no. And appears he's looking for something. Pit: You want a bite? They're great! Vincent: I ain't hungry. Vincent starts Pit: Well, if you're looking for a burger, this is it. Me, I can't have burgers because my girl is vegan. Translation that makes me vegan as well. I do miss the taste of a good burger. Do you know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in France? Valencia: A royale with cheese. Pit: Correct! A royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it that, Deshon? Deshon: I don't know. Sora: Because of the metric system. Pit: Check out the big brain on Sora! You're smart one that's right. The metric system. What's that?

Pit tossed the burger on the wrapper on the coffee table. Next, Pit points at the white, blue and gold twenty ounce soda bottle with a blue straw. The bottle has a label saying mystery. With Sophia and I on the cover drinking the sodas back to back. Deshon: Umm... it's his product. It's this mystery soda you don't know what it takes like. Until you drink it. But it does taste like Spright. Pit: Spright? Good. You mind I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down? Deshon: Yeah, go right ahead. Pit snatches Deshon's drink out of his hand and while he's drinking the beverage of Deshon he staring dead in his eyes and playfully grinning at Deshon. Pit drinks until the bottle is empty. Pit let's out this sigh of relief and throws the bottle at Deshon's forehead.

And end it up bouncing off De'Niro's knee and the bottle went up in the air and landed in Deshon hands. Pit: Man, that hit the spot! That ain't no ordinary Spright! Pit turns his attention towards Justin. You, Mr. five-eleven. You know why we here? Won't you tell my man Vincent, what you got that shit hid at. De'Niro stood up and pointed at one of the cabinets of the kitchen.

Pit turned his sights on De'Niro with a upset expression. Pit: I don't remember asking you a god damn thing! De'Niro sits back down with his confidence shot all to hell. Pit: You were saying?! Justin: It's in the cupboard. Vincent checks the cabinets above him. Justin: No, the one by your knees. Vincent goes down and pulls out two black briefcases with a combination locks. Vincent entered both combinations codes and opened both briefcases. And one of cases had multiple colors like green, gold and red illuminated across Vincent face. And I think the other one if filled money, gold and some red diamonds or something. I'm not to sure.

Pit: We happy? Vincent continues to stare at the cases. Pit: Vincent...we happy? Vincent: Yeah, we happy. Vincent let out a quick smile and he returned back to stone cold. Vincent closes the cases. Deshon: Look I'm sorry, I didn't get your name? I got yours, Vincent, right? But I never got... Pit: My name's Pit and your ass ain't talking your way out of this, shit. Deshon: I just wanted you to know... Deshon tried to rise up from the couch by Pit gestured him to sit back down with a stern look on his face. Deshon: I just wanted you know to know, how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mrs. Marie. When we got into this thing with the best intentions really.

Pit quick draw his colt 1911 pistol with ancient mage text that says "I am vengeance" or something like that. Or it might translate to "Revenge is mine. And shot at Justin but Valencia summoned her black handle dagger with curve black blade coated in cyan frost with her left hand to stopped incoming bullet that aimed for Justin's head. The bullet froze at impact. Valencia held up two fingers with her blade in her hand. Then she put up three fingers and started shaking her head no. Justin: Thanks for the save.

Valencia: Don't mentioned it. Pit turned his attention to Deshon. Pit: Oh, I'm terribly sorry did you lose your train of thought? I didn't mean to do that. Please continue. Deshon looked shaken up about Justin almost getting killed. Pit: Oh, you're done?! You were saying best intentions. Well allow me to retort. What does Charlotte Marie look like? Deshon takes a big gulp. Deshon: What? Pit proceeds to slap the taste out of Brianna. Pit: What country you from!? Deshon: Wh...What?! Pit: What ain't no country I have heard of! Do they speak English in What? Deshon: What!? Pit: English! Do you speak English! Do you understand the word that coming out my mouth!?

Deshon: Umm. Pit pistol whipped Brianna's jaw, causing her to blackout. Pit: Do you speak English nigga!? Deshon: Yes! Pit: So since you comprehend the English language! Pit shot De'Niro both of his thighs. De'Niro toughed it out , he didn't let out any screams only tears of pain. Pit: Consider that your punishment for not answering my damn question the first time! So, describe what Charlotte Marie looks like! Deshon: Wait, what? Hold on! Pit: Say what again! I dare you! I double dare you nigga! Say what one more god damn time! Pit holds his gun Brianna head. Deshon: He's... Pit pulls the trigger and shot Brianna in her shoulder and stomach. She's still unconscious. Pit: You were saying!? Deshon: She's white! Pit: Go on! Deshon: She has long dyed pink hair.

Pit: Does she look like a whore?! Deshon: What? Wait... no, no ,no! Pit proceeds to shoot Deshon in his left shoulder and knee cap. Deshon dreadful screams echoed in the home and filled the hallways of the complex Pit: Does she look like a whore!? Deshon: No! Pit: Then why you trying to fuck her like one?! Deshon: I didn't! Tears started running down his face. Pit: Yes you did! Yes you did! All of you were! Charlotte Marie doesn't like be fucked with by anybody that ain't her man slaves. Have you ever read "God Of Mages' Art Of War & Philosophy"?

Deshon: Yeah. Pit: Well I got a passage memorized Myra Hestia 19:90:06. Any path you will take besides mine is front against your god. It is selfish and foolish to go against my will. You spread tyranny if you don't spread my gospel truth. Because I shepherd you mages through war and glory. I'd lead you people through the dark times. But those who disobey or doesn't believe in me with all their heart. I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious rage! Those who poison my people with false knowledge and corrupt their hearts with false ambitions! And my enemy you will know that I'm am god! And you will know that I will strike down anyone that stands in my way! Pit and Vincent raised their identical guns at the victims on the couch.

Valencia: Alright, that's enough! Julius and Vinny get on somewhere! You scared them enough. Take the assets and go. Valencia snapped her fingers in rapid succession. The two men put up their weapons and both grabbed both briefcases and was about to walk out. Valencia: Hold up! You two stop right there! Pit: What is it now?! Both men look back at V with a annoying expression them. Valencia: Where my money? Naomi cover your ears. Sky, cover her eyes. Naomi quickly covered her ears and I covered her eyes. Vincent: You'll get your money later. Valencia: I need my money now! If I don't have my money in the next minute I will kill you where you stand! Walk out, out of that damn door, and I swear to God I will kill both of your families! And say I won't! I dare you!

Pit: Alright! Just call you know who. Valencia: Sora, get my phone out my back pocket. I reached for Valencia's right back pocket and pulled out her phone. Valencia: Justin, hold my dagger. Justin carefully took V's dagger. Vivi's phone started ringing. I handed it over to V. Valencia: Cut the small talk! Where my money! You sent these two boomers to my dorm. You...you talked about proper compensation. But nah scratch that I want you to triple the money or I will kill them right now. You have the count of three. One. I am being reasonable. Two. Ah, pleasure doing business with you. Alright. You two are free to go! Pit and Vincent went out but Vincent came back with two duffle bags and a briefcase and suitcase. Vincent: Where do you want these?

Valencia: Bring it by the couch. Vincent dropped them by the couch and dipped. I grabbed Naomi from her. And her dagger from Justin. Valencia opens up the duffle bag and she pulls out racks of money. Then she puts it back and zips it back up. Valencia clasped her hands together and four ice clones of her carried the money upstairs to her room. Justin: Valencia, how much was that? Valencia: Hold on one sec... Sora don't even think about analyzing that bullet. Sora: Why can't I? Valencia: I can't allow evidence to remain like that.

Sora: Oh, come on. I walked over to Vivi. Valencia: I'm sorry. But I can't allow it. Sora: I'm willing to pay double what you got? Name your price and I will buy it. Valencia: I would do it for free if I could. Sora: So there's nothing I can do? Valencia: I'm afraid so. I stepped close to Valencia's ear and whispered. Sora: Not even for a date? That you can do anything you want. And I mean anything. Whatever you want to do. V began smiling uncontrollably. But she regained her composure. And she whispers. Valencia: Alright, next time we have free time to go out then that's our date. Justin: Who got ya'll smiling like that?!