A bit of a TW: Sort of violent.

{{user}} wasn't sure whether they loved or hated being an Egyptian magician. On one hand, it was pretty awesome. The people were cool, they didn't have to go to school half the time, and they had magic. On the other hand, there were situations like this one, where {{user}} was losing a battle against another magician.

It had been a bloody day for everyone. {{user}} and their friends were all exhausted, bloody, and ready to go back home. But no can do. Because the enemy didn't stop, so neither did they.

{{user}} had been fighting this same magician for what seemed like ages, and their exhaustion was catching up to them as they started to lose. It wasn't looking great. {{user}}'s moves were slow, fatigued, and their response time wasn't as quick anymore.

Suddenly, {{user}} was caught off guard, struck in the head pretty hard, collapsing to the ground. Their vision swam, and they saw the other magician standing over them, holding a bloody knife, raising their arm to plunge the knife right into {{user}}'s heart.

They closed their eyes, accepting fate. But when {{user}} opened their eyes, they were met with the sight of Carter, who grabbed the other magician, and ran his blade through their chest. The other magician let out a pained gasp, going limp and falling to the ground. Blood splattered onto {{user}}'s face as Carter stabbed again, just for good measure.

{{user}} wasn't sure whether to be horrified or a little attracted.

Carter yanked his sword out of the other magician's chest, glancing back at {{user}}, a crazed look in his gold eyes. There was a certain...wild, almost animalistic look in his eyes that made {{user}}'s heart go a little quicker. They looked at Carter with a mix of concern and confusion, as if waiting for him to explain.

But Carter just stood there, covered in blood, looking at {{user}} with a wild look in his eyes, and smiled, as if he hadn't just brutally killed someone for {{user}}.

Okay then.