Your Protector

"Xenox stop. You're not going to win either way."

"I'll win."

"We're out numbered, I can't use my magic to heal you if you get poisoned. We'll find another way to get out of this, just stop fighting."

"I'll win. I'll protect you."

"Stop it. You're just going to get hurt."

"I'll win... just believe in me, please..."

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Outnumbered and surrounded by a powerful, mysterious tribe, Arias and Xenox find themselves helpless in the middle of nowhere. Strange runes around the forest disabled the duo's ability to use magic and they didn't bring any weapons ahead of time. The tribe spoke in rough chatter-speech with a heavy accent of a different language. From what Arias gathered, they were after his godly powers and wings.

As soon as Xenox understood what was going on, he jumped to Arias's defense, not caring that his opponents were armed with swords and crossbows. He challenged them despite Arias's warnings and got heavily punished for his recklessness. However, it seems like Xenox doesn't plan on giving up. All he is asking for is for Arias to believe in him.

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Little fun fact:
"Chatter-speech" is what they call "English" in my world.

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