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The Mental Link 5

Yppah stepped back. The flashing in Jakeob's eyes was almost unnatural. He stood up, glaring at him. Unbeknownst to him, Kia had regained slight consciousness as she hit the floor, no longer cradled by his arms.
"You heard me, Yppah," Jakeob said cooly. "I'm the brain here. She needs me. You're just the muscle."
Yppah flew backwards, hitting the wall as Jakeob unleashed a large blast of his magic. And again, and again, and again. Yppah had never burnt so bad. He'd been hurt before, worse than this, but then again, this was different.
Jakeob stopped for a minute. Yppah stood up, shaking, holding the wall for support.
"But you aren't so tough now, are you?" Jakeob tilted his head. "I've never seen you this hurt."
"Trust me, bro- been there, done that, got the t-shirt." Yppah chuckled.
"Covering the pain with jokes." His gaze darkened.
"Isn't that what Kia does?" Yppah grinned.
"Don't."
"Silly old me thought that if I acted like her, you'd stop." Yppah opened his arms. "And yet here we are."
"Don't."
"But you're still giving me the time to catch my-"
"I SAID DON'T!" Jakeob waved his arm, and the biggest blast of them all shot for Yppah.
Time seemed to slow down for Yppah as he watched Kia jump in front of him and take the full power of the blast.
The smoke cleared to Kia, unconscious yet again, crumpled on the floor. Both men realized what they had done.
"Oh gods, no!" Jakeob fell to his knees in front of her body, checking it frantically. "No, Kia, why did you do that?"
She was still breathing, but the force of Jakeob's blast on her already worn-out body was taking its toll.
"Oh, Kia..." Jakeob held her tight, sobbing. "You didn't have to do that."
"And yet she did." Yppah crossed his arms. "Why?"
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