- What, not handsome? - asked Trosh.

- Yes. Sorry for the frankness, " Ink answered .

Yuvi really set aside a training room near the arena. If earlier Trosh looked like a double of the waiter, then before the start of training, a disguise slipped from him. He presented to Ink om and Arsi in the guise of a thin, even bony, man with sparse hair, bulging almost over fish eyes and somewhat inhuman proportions. On his forearm he had an additional part of the limb. It was attached to the joint of the hand and could be straightened, which made Torsh look like a mantis. In normal times, he pressed this part to his forearm.

- After the great invasion on Earth, people have remained impurities of the blood of many races. It is almost impossible to assemble the original form from individual pieces, and even mutations occur. Occasionally, closely related incest can provoke the preservation of certain parts and the assembly of DNA, in which some of the signs of a particular race or monsters are restored, "Torsh explained his situation. - Appearance changes to terrible, but there is a chance to get special abilities. Of course, this is an extremely rare occurrence. If it were my will, I would rather be born an ordinary person. I help you for a reason. If ever there is a chance ... save me from this horror, okay?

"I ..." Ink did not know what to say.

- I have not only a strange body, but also good intuition, an almost prophetic gift. That is why I am so much appreciated in the arena. Just make a promise. No need to explain anything.

"Good," Ink nodded . - I promise.

- Then let's get started. Take your sickles.

"On one blade, it's damaged, I haven't adjusted it yet," Ink hastened to clarify .

"It doesn't matter," the expression on Torsh's creepy face did not change. - We will not arrange a contact battle. You're still not fast enough to handle me. Sharmis blood gave you an amplifier of the abilities of the mind, but the green color of the horns indicates increased flexibility of the body. Someday you will go to the third world and meet there other representatives of this kind of lower demons. Red horns - gross physical strength and a strong body; orange - accelerated regeneration; yellow - a tendency to magic of illusions; green - body flexibility and speed; blue - an increase in willpower, their orders are difficult to resist; blue - increased energy generation, strong magicians; violet - a special tendency to strengthen the spirit. Indigo - a mixture of blue and violet - a sign of the rulers of sharmis. The caste of kings among these lower demons generate a lot of power, but do not waste as synergy, but use it for their own gain. Given the general tendency of Sharmis to develop the abilities of the mind, they can be called geniuses - they are very intelligent, cunning, and all this helps to develop rapidly from birth. Due to such giftedness, they are no longer referred to the lower demons, but to the middle rank.

"Pretty detailed information," Arsi wondered in the corner of the room. From the parrot she again became a girl.

"Of course," Torsh yanked with his movable blades and rubbed them together, causing a quiet creak. "I want help from your friend." Naturally, I need to make him feel obligated. For these purposes, I spent a lot of money on library services.

"Can you get in touch with her from here?" - surprised Ink .

- No, but the restaurant has special rooms with computers. Video chat with an experienced librarian is quite expensive, but it's better than looking for a reborn person who has the right to go to the buffer with a task for the library, and then also wait for him to return. There is no guarantee that the messenger will not deceive you in such a deal either.

"It is clear," "means civilization, and this issue was not spared. Indeed, why complicate things if there is an opportunity to make money. " - Do any rainbow charmis exist?

- No, there were crossbreeding attempts, but to no avail. I can tell you something else about these lower demons, but there is nothing useful in the collected information. Better pay attention to your weapons.

Ink threw aside his thoughts and nodded.

- Sickle can be used for all types of attacks with a blade: chopping, cutting and even stabbing. In the latter case, of course, there will be no lunges, as with a sword. It is quite difficult to give a shot with a curved end, but with high skill you can get into the slot of the helmet. Hitting an armor joint is a bad idea, since there is a high risk of damaging a weapon without any noticeable effect. Usually, the sickle attacks the joints: elbows, knees, neck. Any of these places can be reached with due dexterity. Tendon damage alone is enough to defuse an adversary. Against enemies in armor, this almost does not work. Sickles are too light to pierce good steel or cause blunt injury.

"Mine's not so easy."

- That's right, and they also have a gut-coder - a very dangerous thing in battle.

- Are there any tricks for sickles? - clarified Ink .

"Yes, but they won't help you." All in

our

the world knows how dangerous it is to trust all kinds of guidelines. They are publicly available, so countermeasures are easy to find against them. For ordinary earthlings, fencing is a sport, not an art of killing. You must follow the dzint cycle and create your own military techniques. To do this, you will have to study the anatomy of the creatures you will fight against, the limits of the metal's strength, and other factors. When you start combining blows with sickles with the energies and abilities that are in your arsenal - you will take the first step to creating your own unique fighting techniques and methods. Clans develop a certain strength, train followers and descendants to maintain a certain state of mind in order to give the energies the necessary characteristics. This has a huge impact on the effectiveness of their techniques. As far as I know, representatives of higher forces have their own understanding of this field of knowledge, so I was not too deeply interested in the librarian.

"There you have the flaws of my legend ..."

- Try to strike. Just through the air. "Troch put forward one of the moving parts of his hand. Thin white teeth covered it below. The limb twitched and scratched the air. Ink hardly noticed the movement.

"A fight with a shadow?" - a hand with a sickle rose and fell sharply down.

- Feel it? Asked Trosh.

"Probably not," Ink shook his head . - I don't know what exactly I should have felt.

"Good," hesitations went through the teeth on the praying-like braids of Trosh. Several streams entwined in a white ball and hung in the air in front of Ink om. - Again. According to him.

The blow ended in failure, the hand with a sickle twisted strangely, almost releasing a weapon.

"The sickle is very sensitive to the angle of application of force," Trosh explained. - You stray a little and run the risk of getting a dislocation with a sliding blow. This is typical of any blade weapon, but heavy swords and axes maintain a trajectory due to their mass, and lighter weapons are used for injections or incisions. The sickle is not the easiest weapon for this, so it has not received much distribution.

- And what to do?

- Decide youself. Based on their abilities, personality, preferences. I pointed out the shortcomings, how to overcome them - you choose.

- Make the brush stronger, the grip stronger? - suggested Ink .

- As one of the options, it will do. Do not forget that your opponents will be not only people, but also magicians, monsters, demons, even carriers of particles of divine blood. Think. That's all for now. I will print all the material on charmis, fencing with sickles and something else. When you choose your path, I will gladly be your sparring partner. Hone skill in the arena is not worth it. Seeing an incomplete technique, many will immediately develop protection methods from it.

Ink nodded. Classes that with Narkert, that with Torsh came out short, but productive. In a world hidden from ordinary people, great importance was attached to an individual approach, as well as the ability to work with the head.

All three returned to Yuvi, Torsh handed something to him. Ink thought it was a room rental fee.

"I'm really starting to feel like I owe this guy."

A furious scream from the side of the arena seemed to Ink from a friend. It was Grank . His appearance was not very good, unlike the state of his opponent - the European appearance of the guy with an arrogant appearance and an inflated bubble of chewing gum between his lips.

Gran stubbornly rushed forward when the bubble of the chewing gum burst. The motorcyclist just disappeared. Ink did not immediately realize that there was more than one loud sound. On the fractured bench outside the arena lay Grank . Motionless. Ink hurried to him, Arsi turned a parrot and fit on his shoulder.

The motorcyclist's body was clearly injured, but he remained conscious. A guy who approached the edge of the arena pulled out a black rope from his bosom with his hand. A semitransparent stone dangled at its end, very similar to the ones that Narkert showed in his home.

"What, you thought you were hiding from the magicians here and it all ended?" Miserable perfume. We have come to show you what real power is, "the stranger blew on the stone of Ennot. The crystal flashed red, and after another breath, the color became richer, diluted with a purple border around the edge.

"Not far from the orange reaction?" - marveled at Ink . "And there is nothing unusual in his blows, the control is so great that he does not lose a drop of energy."

"Michaelon asked me not to kill you, another young man got up from the bench," Ink noticed a whole group of eight strangers. As prompted by memory, he had not met them before. - Therefore, we will play a little with you. What about entering the arena?

Finger pointing to Ink as well. It was annoying. By all indications, before him was not an old magician with a young look, but yesterday's teenager.

"Golden youth of the world of magic?"

Ink u wanted to beat the impudent person properly, but common sense spoke of too low chances to leave whole.

"Do not be in such a hurry," the familiar necromancer from the silver league appeared on the arena. - As a senior comrade, I simply must tell you about the rules of this place.

"I'll figure it out," the type with chewing gum casually threw to his comrades. "You're a necromancer, one of the new ones." You think you have the right to intervene in the conversation of representatives of dynasties. A miserable mongrel must know his place. I am from the twentieth generation of the Sindaria Dynasty. All my ancestors were magicians, the gifted line was not broken even once.

"Dynasties? - surprised Ink . "Is this so that there is no association with clans from the buffer?"

"What a certainty," a misty suspension began to diverge from the necromancer. In a few seconds, the guy with the chewing gum was surrounded by the white-haired pocket army.

The young mage dynasty representative didn't even move when the necromancer's servants attacked him.

"My natural defense is too great for your servants," the guy didn't even stop chewing gum. All the fists that tried to hit him fell apart in fog. "In our mansion, you can count on the place of the butler." Teach your servants etiquette, and I will let you take crumbs from our table.

- Bread, huh? - the necromancer looked condescendingly at the enemy. Very familiar Ink u look.

The magician suddenly flew to the side and stretched out on the stone slabs of the arena. With disbelief, he touched his cheekbone. One of the blows on his face did not crumble, but knocked him down. Above him stood a strange creature - a tall body, covered with white-gray hair with tiger stripes. The most amazing thing is the presence of three pairs of hands with claws and three heads. The female was grinning with bestial fangs, the gaze of yellow eyes with a vertical pupil seemed menacing. The other two heads were masculine and looked the other way. Whoever the creature was, he had a circular view. All the servants of the necromancer began to break into groups of three, and after partially dissolving in fog, forming new three-armed and three-headed monsters. They grew taller and more massive. Each had its own peculiarities of appearance: skin of an unusual color, wool or feathers, partial transformation into animals, and some were even covered with fire, lightning and other manifestations of strength.

A group of comrades of the magician got up from the bench, but they were blocked by the regulars of the arena. Ink paid little attention to this.

"An association! Why didn't I guess ... Now I know how I can become stronger. "