What if Sabo and Marco accidentally summon a sprit name Ace?
Sabo re-checks the book attempting to see if they had somehow miscopied the symbols for the circle. Itâs unlikely given that they made sure three times before actually activating it but the slight chance that they hadnât been as careful as they thought could still exist.
The contracts enslavement unit.
Nothing. Nothing was out of order, no lines shaky, no possible leaks of magic. Sabo sighs putting the book down. There went a lingering hope he had for a better outcome, for an error that would explain the human sitting in their circle.Â
Said human was uttering a bunch of odd noises that may be a language if a bit crude and violent. He was unable to leave the middle of the circle, the magic binding him there. The human wouldnât even be able to left his butt off the ground unless Sabo or Marco gave him permission to, yet that didnât seem to stop him for attempting.
âWhat do we do with him yoi?â Marco asks, looking for all purposes disappointment. Itâs hard to tell for others that didnât know him like Sabo did, but Marco had been very excited for their first spirt.
âWe can send him back. Or dump him in a forest somewhereâ Sabo offers. The human has noticed the writing on the ground by now, touching it with a cautious finger. The black lines light up under his touch. He letâs loose a string of gibberish before he starts aggressively poking it.  âStop thatâ
The human looks up, his silver eyes burning with rebelling. He continues to poke the ground this time keeping eye contact with Sabo almost daring the mage to do something about it. The blondâs lips thin. Â
âSending him back isn't an option. The portal to his world closed already. It could take us millions of years to find the dimension he came from, much less his home.â Marco answers ignoring the flickering of the magic circle. âWeâre also responsible for him by law now. There is no way we can just wash our hands of him.â
He doesnât look overly pleased by his own words but he has a point. Sabo knows very well that the magic council will throw a fit if they learn two mages released a summoning into the wildness. It could mean the suspension of their magic licenses or worse, they could get banish. Â
 âThen what? We make a contract with him?â Sabo scoffs, turning his nose up at the human. His hands neither the less close around the metal pipe which will be used to burn their symbol on the summonâs skin.Â
He nods at Marco, who has picked up the collar to close around the humanâs neck.Â
 The human which has gotten louder, angrier in his shouts upon seeing their actions. Â
Heâs holding an odd tube at Sabo, having pulled it out of his clothes. Must think heâs being threatening even though there is no way he can reach them. They step closer to him ready to wrestle him into submission. âWhat use can a human possibly have-â
Suddenly the magic circle shatters as a loud bang echoes through the room. Sabo stumbles backward as a bleeding hole in his shoulder starts to flare in pain. How in the world!?
âSabo!â Marco shouts in alarm, magic licking his hands but heâs too slow for the humanâs weapon. Another loud bang and then Marco is sliding on the ground, a similar hole in his arm. âSeven Starâs Bitch!â
The human has leaped from the center of the room, shouting. He holds the tube in both hands, training the end at them with a sneer. Sabo is now very sure itâs a weapon and a powerful one. Â
Another bang. Part of the door Marco was leaning on explodes into dust and wood pieces. The older mage yips going still, lips froze as his incantation for a spell stale. It seemed the human didnât like him moving more than necessary, as he takes careful steps against the roomâs far wall, shaking his weapon whenever Marco so much as twitches.Â
Before either can do anything he kicks a window, no hesitation in his actions. What is he, crazy? The shattered glass falls on the ground just as the human, jumps. For a heart-stopping moment, the mages think heâs killed himself seeing that they are in their magic towel, several feet above the ground.Â
Sabo rushes to the window a healing spell numbing the pain. Disbelief clouds his pretty face as he watches the human flip and twirl over the rooftops like a floating spell has been cast upon him.
 The guards try to stop him, but the human is far too agile. He easily escapes the beast menâs grabs, swiftly taking them down with a few well place kicks and punches. Itâs almost as if bear men and wolfmen are nothing to him, hitting spots that has the guards falling in cries of pain.
 Soon he reaches the compound wall, and although itâs made of solid rock, at least thirty feet tall, the human does not slow down.
âWhat the hell is he?â Marco gaps as the human grips one of the pillars climbing it up then flipping over to the one when he starts to slip. He uses the decorative carving as leverage to keep climbing than his up and over, disappearing with a two finger salute two the mages a cocky smirk on his lips as he descends.Â
âT-that wasnât a human. There is no way that was a humanâ Sabo gulps, terror in his voice.  âWhat in the Seven Stars did we just summon?â
âA spirt.â Marco swallows voice firm and tense. âA mischevious one, clever enough to shapeshift into the weakest race so we underestimate it. Strong enough to actually make use believe it was human. We have to catch it.â
âOh sure let me just get a jar that an exploding tub canât hurtâ Sabo voice is dry but he reaches for his spell casing book filled to the brim with battle incantations.  âYour father wonât like you picking a fight with someone bigger than you. He asked me to not let you do that anymoreâ
âStop conspiring with my father behind my back! And I am, heads taller then that spirt yoi!âÂ
âThatâs only because he chooses to be. Most likely the spirt is mountains taller in its true form.â
âShut up and gather the men. We have hunting to do yoi.â Â
Right. Sabo thinks with no little amount of irony this is going to end very badly for us.
