"Well minor us, not for Tony," Asher shot back, sarcasm dripping. He had already broken out the first aid kit from his pouch and wrapping Tony's cuts.

"I'm fine," Tony reassured his cousin. "Where did that fireball come from?" he asked. Tony was trying hard not to freak out over what was happening. It wasn't everyday that a fireball came crashing through your dinning room. In fact it wasn't common to see magic at all.

In this day and age, Magic was a dying art form. Few people could use it, even fewer could master it. Sure there were still plenty of machines and relics that could give a person magical abilities, but very few people could actually perform the spells without any other help.

"See anyone Tier?" Ayame called out.

"Hm. There are two of them."

Ayame looked back at Asher. "Why don't you get Tony out of here, Asher before he becomes a target. We'll take of this. Let's meet up safe house okay?"