Watching Heirs Unnaparent

Know Thine Enemy (تعرف على عدوك)

With his miraculouses knocked from his grasp, his transformation fell instantly, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to the dangers of the battlefield and of whoever now had dominance over Lorr and Scarr before he had entirely stopped rolling. Heat danced at his nerves and blistered across his skin, but nothing near the intensity he had anticipated.

"What?"

And that was when everything came crashing back into focus.

"What did?"

He wasn't roasted alive.

"Oh Thank the lord"

Someone had pushed him out of the way of the flames.

"Oh Yes!"

"Get him!" a voice cried over the ringing in his ears and he immediately braced himself to be grabbed or stabbed or sawed in half. A moment passed and something large and heavy slammed down on the cement next to his head. Something hot, struggling, and screaming things Nicholas never wanted to hear aloud.

"Huh?"

Milo.

"How did they also - Nevermind I figured that out"

"Mel, hold him! Hold him down! I'm going after Griffon!"

"You two are looking for trouble"

"Hey! She brought me into this!"

"Oh Be quiet! If it wasn't for me then you wouldn't have had a miraculous!"

"Okay, but hurry! I don't know how long I can keep him like this!"

"Because he was properly trained!" Wyan exclaimed

"We were as well"

"Once Su-Han accepted you which was not easy on our part" Nicholas said as he gestured to himself and Wyan.

Footsteps came charging across the pavement and before Nicholas knew what was happening, warm hands were already on his arms, dragging him upwards. At first, he thought it was Caniley back already, but then he realized the voice was all wrong. This was someone quite a bit older, someone who shouldn't have been there in the first place.

"Yeah, Me!" Louve said.

"Come on," the female spoke, giving no time for pleasantries nor time for Nicholas to catch on to the fact that she hadn't even flinched when his transformation had come down. Was it possible she hadn't seen his face? Did she really not know it was him? "You need to get up now. Let me help you. Your miraculouses...those two pieces of jewelry, you were wearing, I'm guessing?...landed over here by the gutters. Mel's fending off your angry friend for the time being, so let's work on getting on your feet. Can you stand?"

"I can stand"

Nicholas nodded, his throat dry with fear. "I...I can walk," he stammered, then blanched when he realized the syllables flying from his mouth weren't in English, but a panicked, slurred amalgamation of French and Arabic. Oh no. Without Lorr, I can't communicate. Which also means I can't warn them of how much danger they are in by being here. But, if he had lost his ability to speak multiple languages, that would also mean...

"You're not transformed" Wyan groaned.

"Ahhh! Don't look!" he begged, cringing at his own broken phrasing and throwing up his arms to hide his face. "I don't want you to see me like this!"