Weird hobo, anime and some scrying shell device. Cecil was obviously in for a world of hurt as the crossguards came down. Even as he tried to make a leap over the first, the very top caught his foot and caused him to do several spins in the air, only to barely miss the second and chin plant the gravel on the other side.
There was some loud cursing as he stood back on his feet, only to witness a very well dressed man shouting at the metal death machine. "Spirit magic? Seriously? Is this a joke? Does anybody seriously expect spirit magic to stop a train?" He asked in pure skepticism. Even the spirits studies at the university were highly looked down on. Relying on aspects for power, how weak.
This wasn't stopped by the fact that the two he had been pursuing had continued on their way. "I'll deal with spirits later." Cecil shrugged before dashing off after the other two again.
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