The circle forms in the air and spits out the three.

Rood tumbles and rolls until he hits a tree. He then realizes that they aren't in the school anymore, but in the forest. And as soon as he realizes it, a red blast comes for him and he does just as much as he could in that short amount of time to merely dodge. He trips and falls for haven reacted so quickly. He then looks up to find Shicmuon looking down at him.

"Obviously, I'll never find you hiding somewhere like this, right? You damned Blackie." He grins and Rood receives shivers all over his body.

"Sir Orphell!" Deon stands up from his seat. His senses had tingles, as other magicians had too. He was merely an apprwntice in the tower, but he was a little too late to tell there was magic being used inside the schoo without proper maintenance. "Someone just used magic to escape the school!"

Orphell looks from the mountain of papers in front of him and up at the lad. "Your senses are still very dull. It's already been five minutes since then."

"Oh...." Deon says dissapointed. "But if knew, why didn't you do anything?"

"Because one of the escapees was Shicmuon." He then turns back to his work and continues sorting out papers. Being an undercover professor has left him with something far from his usual amount of work he got when he was in the tower. "If it has anything to do with him, then we should be fine."

Deon looks at him as if he were crazed. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but you fail to understand that it's Shicmon we're talking about."

"Let's just leave him to whatever he's doing. It's none of our business anyway. But I still don't understand why the association sent him here." Just then, the door barges open and a professor tumbles in.

"Or-orphell! It's terrible. The school's barrier. It's been breached."

Rood hid behind a tree while Shicmon continued ranting.

"Not even awakened and running like a rat. Is your new hobby running away, coward?" Shicmon says as he paces around the forest in search of Rood who clenched his teeth at Shicmon's choice of words. "But do you know?" Shicmon continues. "The more..." He then sends another red blast that knocks down the tree and exposes Rood. "The prey runs desperately, the more I want to chase it and grab it by its neck." Shicmon does as he says and grabs Rood not by his neck, but by his uniform top.

"I didn't know, you crazy bastard!" Rood says frustratingly.

They were interrupted by a silver blast that came in contact with Shicmon. He shields but geys part of his collar burned off.

Kiel stood in front of Rood who had one knee to the ground.

"Who do think you are," Kiel says. "To grab this precious child's collar?"

"Get lost, meddler."

"W-wait. Time out! Let's talk it over..." Kiel stops himself when he notices Shicmon bend to the ground.

"Wh...what's he doing?" Kiel asks as he was confused.

"Run." Rood says as he finally stands.

"Huh?" The earth filled grass then lit up in a huge red circle. It began glowing in a wide range and in the middle were drawn scripts.

"Why shou-" Kiel starts, but he was interrupted by a red blast that shot up from the earth right under him. He uses his magic to swiftly nudge him to the side so he could avoid it.

"That...He won't even listen?!" Kiel says once they start running.

"That's nothing new." Rood says back.

"Damn. I'll file a formal complaint with the association when I return. How long are-"

"I've been thinking, master. Isn't this a chance?"

"What?"

"There's two of us and one of him. Plus he's unguarded at the moment. This could be an excellent opportunity."

"Never! That's exactly what he wants." Kiel says as he shoves Rood to the side to avoid an attack. He then squats down next to Rood who knelt up from haven been shoved to the ground. They didn't stop to notice that the magic circle had already disappeared.

"Then what should we do?!" Rood asks as he brings his hand to his pained head. "There's no other choice."

Kiel then shuffles out another teleporting scroll and hands it to Rood. "I'll try to hold him down. meanwhile, you get out of here."

"Right." Rood reaches for for the scroll, but Kiel pulls it back before he could grasp it. "Master?!" Rood asks, frustrated.

"Really?" Kiel asks as he scrunched up his eyebrows in a depressed manner. "You'd leave me here with him?"

"You told me to!" Rood now tried to get the scroll out of Kiel's hand.

"You didn't even take .01 second and you agreed."

"Then you should-" Shicmon had sent a red magic tendril that cut the magic scroll in half. "Playtime's over." Shicmon says.

"Your 'playtime' was a destructive rampage!" Rood mutters while Kiel mourns his last scroll.

"How long will you remain a child?" Shicmon continues.

Rood's eye twitched from Shicmon's words.

"Shicmon of the association!" Kiel calls over. "You're completely misunderstanding something!"

"Awaken already." Shicmon continues, ignoring Kiel's words. But despite that, Kiel continues.

"Right! You might have noticed a resemblance. People make mistakes from time to time"

"If it's not-"

"Listen! This kid is not the Black Magician," Kiel then gestures at Rood. "but his one and only little brother!"

There was a series of long silence. Each trying to make sense of what Kiel had just said.