Spy Mage System

284 A Fight on the Roof

I finally rested my legs on the roof, which I crawled towards the sniper, who looked behind him, and began to thrust his legs—as if he was kicking someone.

A thud followed the attack, and a groan slipped into my ears.

He kicked Brie!

But, as he turned his head around, it halted once his eyes met mine—even through his sunglasses. Suddenly, he guided his weapon right at my face in point-blank motion.

Oh, no.

I lifted my body and ran, jumping to dodge the shot, which soared into disappearance. I landed, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body, which I slowly lifted my head, seeing his eyebrows upheaved towards his forehead in surprise.

“Well, how do you do?” I said, sputtering out the first thing to say, which I immediately felt the conscience of regret.

He slowly got up onto his feet, steadying his feet between the two slopes on both sides of us. Then, suddenly, he swung his weapon at my head, which I ducked beneath.

I could feel the wind sail through my hair, which I staggered back—unsure what even just occurred.

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He put his sniper on his shoulder and wrapped it, taking out his wand, and crouching down for combat.

He then swung, extending his body, which the wand raced towards the side of my head.

I quickly brought up my right elbow, stopping it in its tracks.

He retreated the weapon, guiding it over in midair—before the wand dove towards my shoulder.

I moved to the side, to which I dodged his swing to the right by lowering my body beneath the swiftly moving wand.

But just as my confidence in this fight began to grow, the agent twirled, lifting his right leg and launching it right against my chest.

The force knocked me off my feet, which I then slid down the roof’s right slope, rolled off a bunch of boxes that were stacked on top of one another, before colliding with the ground as dust rubbed against my face.

“Connor!” I heard Brie shout, which I could hear her feet drop onto the ground, to which they revealed themselves in a blurry picture, running towards me before her face abruptly showed up.

“You good?” she asked.

“My back feels like mashed potatoes, but yeah,” I groaned, carefully raising my arm up to feel my forehead.

“Did you take him out?” she asked. I threw a cross look at her, which she inevitably got the message.

“Alright, just calm down, I’ll deal with him, before he decides to take a shot a—”

Suddenly, the ground exploded, but Brie managed to dodge out of the way in time. I carried myself onto my knees, before I staggered onto my feet, turning in time to see Brie, climbing up the boxes and towards the sniper, who was still holding his wand.

That must’ve been it, he shot some sort of power at us. And it was strong.

“Oh, no,” I muttered, climbing the boxes. Once I got to the top floor, I crouched down, peeking a bit to see the fight take place.

“Where’s that other friend you had?” the man asked, which he sounded more like fifty than fifteen. Brie chuckled. “I just came to finish the job.”

And just like that, the fight began.

She clicked the button on her belt, as the wand leaped out of her pouch. She caught it just in time to deflect the sniper’s swing, though it pushed her back a few steps.

They were now in the middle region of the roof, which any step out of place would mean the same outcome. “Nicely done,” he said. “That’s probably the best you’ll ever do.”

I could only explain the fear pumping in my heart in one word: terrified. After a few seconds of analyzing, they lunged forward at one another, to which Brie raised her arm, and twirled, allowing the wand to spin before colliding against the ribs of the sniper.

The sniper stumbled from the hit, grasping on the site of the pain. But he shortly regained his stance, keeping a strong grip on his weapon.

“Round 2?” she asked, adding a smirk.

He didn’t answer—he did, but not with words. He sped forward, and coiled back his arm, before going with the swing.

Brie effortlessly raised her wand in defense, despite the attack pushing her back a few feet towards the edge.

The spy took a few steps back, returning with another attack that originated from top right, aiming down towards her head to which Brie avoided as well.

The cycle continued, as the clanging sounds of the wands blared through the sky.

Brie was beginning to show fatigue—however. The sniper positioned his wand at the bottom right and swung it up towards her chin, which slammed against the wand.

The impact was so powerful that she lifted her body into the air before falling to the ground, despite the block. She was still on the thin, narrow part between the slopes.

She muttered, “Nicely done,” and then began to cough, her last two coughs being particularly violent.

The sniper chuckled in response to her suffering. “You think you’re so smart, aren’t you?” he asked, walking slowly towards her.

His footsteps were slow and menacing, as if he was an executioner. Sadly, that was going to be a reality very soon—unless I did something.

But what? Knock him out with my bare hands—oh…my Perk!

The excitement that raced through my skull drove me forward to climb back onto the roof, just in time for the sniper to pass by me—to which I was behind him now.

I switched from my crawling position to my crouching position, to which I steadily readied my Perk. I hope the blare of the red glow didn’t catch his attention, but I couldn’t guarantee anything.

After several rounds of ferocious coughing, Brie finally replied, “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Well, I’ll just show you how smart you really are, you punk,” he muttered. “And to be honest, you’re not that smart. What makes you think you can run away from the entire TSA? Especially while you’re accompanying that boy that has what belongs to us. You both are an abomination,” he muttered.

Brie chuckled. “You know, you remind me of that one person, that one person that was chasing us in that one furniture. I’m quite sure you have no clue what I’m talking about, but it’s quite a story.”

“Yes, you somehow knocked out a Shadow Operative,” he said. “Somehow…”

The amount of fear that exploded in my brain was almost indescribable. I learned that from Master Tiphe, which they are like—the elite of the spy mages. They are very skilled: each Shadow Operative possessed an exceptional set of skills that made them invaluable assets in the world of espionage. Their physical prowess was unmatched, with agility and strength honed to perfection through years of relentless training. They moved like ghosts through the urban landscape, scaling walls and traversing rooftops with ease.

Mastery of hand-to-hand combat and proficiency in various forms of martial arts was a given among the SO’s. They could disarm and neutralize opponents within seconds, using their bodies as lethal weapons when necessary.

But their abilities didn’t end there. Shadow Operatives were also expert marksmen, capable of hitting a target from incredible distances with uncanny precision. Their knowledge of firearms and weaponry was extensive, enabling them to adapt and improvise in any situation.

In the realm of technology, the SO’s were second to none. Their expertise in hacking, surveillance, and data analysis made them invaluable assets in the age of information warfare. They could infiltrate the most secure networks and retrieve sensitive data without leaving a trace.

Furthermore, they were masters of disguise and deception. Shadow Operatives could blend into any environment, adopting new personas and appearances with ease. Their ability to manipulate and read people was unparalleled, making them exceptional interrogators and experts at gathering intelligence.

But perhaps the most impressive skill of the Shadow Operatives was their unwavering mental fortitude. Trained to withstand the most intense psychological pressure, they remained calm and collected in even the most dire situations. This mental resilience enabled them to make critical decisions with clarity and focus, ensuring the success of their missions.

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“Yeah, I figured,” Brie said, shrugging. “You’re not one of them are you?”

“What’s that supposed to—you know what, let me not waste anymore time,” he said, to which he quickly reached into his belt, and equipped a gun in his hand.

My heart raced right at that moment.

“No!” I shouted, settling my legs in the middle between the slopes before charging at him. He turned around after my desperate battle cry with his hands gripped on the gun tightly.

Before he could even face it towards me, I plunged into his body, to which we soared right over Brie, landing near the edge of the roof.

My hands were pressing tightly against his neck, as croaking sounds slipped from the sniper’s throat. His face under that black mask of his was slowly forming into the color of a tomato.

I looked to the side, seeing his arm steadily reach for his belt. What did he have? His gun was probably lodged inside the dirt, and the wand was probably stacked with the boxes, meaning…

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