Aaron stands under the bright noon sun, surrounded.
He's in over his head, the mission was advised for him and at least three others.
Or at least that's what Lucius said.
Since his promotion to Admiral, Aaron had been given easily the most mission out of anyone he knew.
Each of the people standing around him have their Aura flaring, full blast.
Aaron's eyes dart around, trying to find a solution.
Two of them hold swords, perfect.
He holds his hands out toward each of the men, ripping the swords from their hands.
He effortlessly catches the swords, spinning from the momentum, an almost beautiful motion.
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Aaron then grows a massive grin on his face, ready to kill each and every one of the men surrounding him.
One of the men, holding a sword made of light, speaks up, looking slightly scared.
"Ey, boy!"
"What're ya looking at us like that f-"
His voice stops, his throat had been cut by Aaron in a moment of blinding speed.
Aaron stands still a moment before moving onto the next.
He cuts through almost all of the man, a beautiful dance, almost seeming choreographed.
Until Aaron gets hit.
A small stone hits his head, stunning him out of his trance.
The man who threw the stone shatters the two swords before somehow bringing Aaron to his knees.
He slowly walks toward Aaron.
Blood gushes out of his mouth, Aaron had easily risen, sending his fist directly into the man's gut at full speed.
Aaron walks into Lucius' office, still wobbly.
"Lucius, I'm done for the da-"
An unshakeable fear enters Aaron.
"What was that..."
"Admiral?"
Lucius responds, voice calm but playful.
"Your work is over when I say it is, and you're easily the strongest out of your little friends, so apologies if you're a bit tired."
Aaron can't move.
Not until Lucius allows it.
He can barely breathe, until Lucius lifts his Aspect.
Aaron backs away, not taking his eyes off of Lucius until he's out the door.
He'll never disobey him.
Not unless he has to.
