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The sudden hug was a surprise to Noah, but he welcomed it, but only briefly. The mentor on the other end of the brawl snickered and laughed. "How cute. But, I hate to break up the touching moment. We have a duel to finish, boyo." Noah turned his head from his teacher back to Rose. "Rose, don't worry about me." He said. "I'll be fine. Just try and stay away from the old codger. He might look old, but he's master at martial arts and arcane stuff." Before Noah could deliberate any more info about his master, the two were at it again. "Those are trade secrets, kiddo. Don't giving spoilers." The man in the red duster warned as he leaped forward and came down on Noah with the full force of his arm.

The ward returned the blow with his own counter. It seemed his master was switching his styles up. The strikes were becoming long and fluid. If the red clad ward had to guess, it was wushu. Even in a cramped space, Amos was someone who could make it work. It might have even been in his favor to do so. The wide sweeping motions would claim all the remain space for him and leave little for Noah to maneuver around in. Or it would have, if the man hadn't taught the boy what to do. Once recognized, Noah went in and began to intercept the blows and striking back at key muscles.

The two continued to fight, even as their surroundings grew. At first, it was slow, but the two soon came to the same conclusion and for a moment came to a halt. "Well," Amos chuckled and raised his arms in surprise. "Now we got plenty of room to real nasty." The old man glanced over at the busty witch that was most likely casting the spell. Having her acting as support for Noah could become a menace in the man's eye. "All the more room for me to kick your a**, old man." Noah growled and spat some sour blood before charging the man with a flying roundhouse.

And so the brawl continued on. Kicks, punches, throws, and joint locks. It was all there. Even a few head butts. At some points it was even getting downright bloody and brutal. Noah's lips were cut, one of his eyes were closed shut because of a sharp cut above his brow, and bruises were starting to clearly show. As for Amos, he had seen better days, but this definitely wasn't his worst by comparison. The red duster wearing man still stood tall and strong, even with some blood leaking from his nose and a nasty gash across his cheek and swelling. Despite both of them being almost looking like the aftermath of two boxers going at it, they were still able to stand. Almost a whole ten minutes of fighting had gone since Amos walked from the front door. Given a another five minutes and two might look unrecognizable from their bruises and swellings.

As Amos and Noah continued to fight, something peculiar seemed to happen. He might not have noticed it yet, but Amos was slowly bringing the fight closer to Rose. No doubt the woman herself would notice, but would she be able to stay out of the two fighter's way? The beat up old man must have had something planned.

Amos took the brunt of a fist to face before tossing his pupil to the ground and slamming his fist into the ground. Thankfully, Noah rolled out of the way just in time and scrambled to his feet. His face was hurting bad. Between his shut eye and numb jaw, the red clad ward just wanted the fight to end. It wasn't until Rose began chanting something, did the bloody young man feel better. His shut eye reopened and the inside of his mouth didn't feel so cut open. The healing effects of whatever spell the woman was using were very noticeable and they were not lost on Noah's opponent.

Huffing and puffing, Amos raised his fists. He hadn't expected his pupil to have grown so much. If anything, he actually expected his to have gotten rusty. "Well kid," He spoke. "I have to hand it to ya. You're a natural born fighter. Guess I picked the right student. Sadly, this little soiree of ours needs to come to a close." The old man in the red duster leaped into the air with almost superhuman agility, flipping like an Olympic acrobat. In a single bound, Amos was behind Noah's lover with a gun to her head. "No more games, Noah. It's time to see what you're really made of."

The white hair man reached forward to grab the busty witch and hold her tight with the barrel of his large pistol digging into her temple. "Any man can fight with his body, kid. But a real man fights with his head. And don't try to weasel your way out of it by just waiting for your girlfriend to cast a spell. She might be able to set me on fire, but I'm pretty sure she'll have a nice big slug in her cranium before that happens." Noah's eyes lit up with fury. The young man's mentor now had a gun to his lover's head and aimed on testing him. "Don't you ******** dare Amos!" Noah hissed through his stained teeth. "Make me, Noah. You know our culture. We meet, we fight, and then clash with our minds. You want to stay my finger from the trigger, then you best find a way to do so."

"Oh no. Blood spell. What ever shall I do." Amos mocked with a thick layer of sarcasm. His thumb moved to pull down the hammer of his gun before looking back to his apprentice. "So Noah, what's it going to be? You gonna find some way to weasel your way out of this? Maybe that fancy new power of yours?" The beat up old man chuckled and spat some blood onto the ground. "I'll give you five seconds."

Noah's eyes widened. Was his mentor serious about this? Five seconds to prevent him from pulling the trigger? The bigger question was, would Amos actually do it? It could have been just a bluff. However, Noah had a history with this man. He knew him quite well. He was a man who did what was necessary to prove a point. "Three seconds." The white haired man sang in a sing song voice. Noah stood up straight and pointed his finger at the red duster wearing man. "Amos, if you shoot her, you'll have the whole magic community on you. You'll have nowhere to hide. Not even someone like you can run forever. Even if you left Janhall, I'm sure manhunts would be after you. The Vega's have ties that I don't even know of. That's not even counting what connections they have on the outside."

The bruised young man stood with a defiant glare. His hands curled into blood stained fists. "Pull that trigger, and you'll be the next Len Richardson." The white hair man eyed his pupil with a dubious gaze. "Len Richardson. Those are some heavy words, Noah. He's still on the run. I heard you almost talked him down and into surrender. But then he got away." Amos' hand readjusted itself to dig a little deeper in his pupil's lover's head. "So, if Len can escape, I probably can too." Noah grimaced as he realized his master was right. But, there was one minor detail the young man could counter with. "Yeah. But Len is a powerful wizard with tons of connections and cohorts. You're just some old man. This is Janhall. Rose's mom is clairvoyant who can track you down without trying. Yvonne Vega, the head honcho of the family and most power witch in town also wouldn't have a problem using her resources to haul you in. Face it, Amos. There's no silver lining for you here. You pull the trigger and you're a dead man."

For a moment, there was silence. Hardly sound throughout the whole house. "Hey Noah," Amos suddenly spoke. "You remember what I told you about dry firing a gun?" A split second, Noah was confused. His heart raced. He knew the answer, but what was his mentor talking about? "It's..It's bad for the gun?" The ward answered. "Mmmhmm." The beat up old man replied before pulling his gun away from the Vega sibling's head and pointing towards the wall. The last sound in the whole house was a simple click. "Congratulations, kid." Amos smiled, letting go of Rose. "You should look into becoming a hostage negotiator or something." The second his lover was free and his master had confirmed he was done, Noah ran to embrace the Vega sibling as tightly as he could. "God damnit, Amos."

And so, the fight was seemingly over. The only two people that were hurt were the combatants themselves. "So, now that that's all over with, could I get a bag of ice or a first-aid kit? I know it seems really out of place, but I can explain this whole matter." The old man wasn't completely oblivious to the all the trouble he had caused. He knew what he had done and he wasn't without his fair share of apologies. "Amos, if I didn't know you as well I do, I'd have castrated for even asking that." Noah said, still holding Rose close to him. With heavy sigh. the ward let go of his lover, but chose to hold her hand while introducing her to his old mentor. "Rose, this is Amos Dugger. He's my mentor and he's also an a**. But, for the most part, he's what you'd call one of the good guys." The beat up old man folded his arms and tried to give a charmed smile. His bruised and bloody face betrayed him however as all appeared crooked. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Rose Vega." The man nodded. "Sorry about the whole mess me and my disciple made. It's just part of our routine whenever we meet. Kind of a Inspector Clouseau and Cato thing."

Noah sighed as he knew Rose would want to talk about this whole ordeal later tonight before bed if not when they got their first bit of alone time. In the meantime, the ward could stare daggers at his mentor. "Just follow me." Noah waved, motioning for his master to follow him to the through the kitchen and into the bathroom. "Didn't know muggle was an actual term." The old man muttered as he followed his pupil and later being left to his own devices in the Vega's bathroom.

Noah soon returned to Rose and the restored living space. Everything was back to its rightful place and size. The young man visibly struggled to find the words to explain his predicament to the busty witch. Simply saying sorry wouldn't cut it. No, in fact, that'd probably just make it worse. At this point, Noah wondered when Pierre and Jasmine would get back from their date. "I should probably go check on the kids." Noah told the blonde bombshell before trudging towards the stairs. He half-expected Rose to stop him in his tracks.

The air of awkward tension around Noah and Rose was only growing with time. To make matters worse, Noah had a feeling his mentor was here for more than just a casual visit. Amos was bound to cause some kind of blunder at some point. Hopefully, that blunder would be on his own terms and not in front of those who mattered. In the meantime, while Rose checked on the younger children, Noah went to check on the older children. Trixie having first priority in his mind. When the young reached her room, however, it was sealed. The door was open, but Noah couldn't enter. A magical barrier prevent him like a window pane separating a fly from the outside world. "Noah!" Trixie exclaimed from the other side. The little sprang to her feet and rushed to the doorway where her brother stood. "You're okay. Thank goodness. What was going on? Where's Rose and the others?" As per usual, Trixie was like a machine gun shoot bullets made of questions. "Why do you like you just got into a fight?"

It was that last question that hit the heaviest for the red clad ward. "It's fine. I'll tell you guys everything in a bit. Are you both alright?" Noah asked, spying Jack sitting inside his sister's room. Where as if it were someone other than Jack or anyone outside the Vega, Noah might have become defensive over his little sister, Jack could be trusted. He was a shy boy with a very easy nature. From what the ward knew, Jack was more likely to run from girls than engage them. "Rose should take down these barriers or whatever when she sees all the other kids are ok. Just stay put." Noah then turned to go check on the others in the opposite order of Rose; oldest to youngest.