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Overhead the beginnings of a thunderstorm brewed. Slate gray clouds congealed into a swirling mess of barely-contained rain. The ruins would provide little shelter from the oncoming storm, but that was fine. There were more important things to worry about. The heavy echo of my boots resounded throughout the stone structure. The relic sat heavy in my palm, it was a near perfect sphere save for the arcane inscriptions along its body. That was what she was after. What a joke. A child couldn’t hope to understand such a beautiful expression of magic. Hopeless as it was however, that blonde-haired imp was certain of her right to it. I had no qualms dissuading her of that notion.
“You can stop hiding now,” I shouted, “Stand before me and quit embarrassing the both of us.”
Only the wind answered. A crack of thunder tore through the ruins and a soft drizzling of rain accompanied it. Had she left? It wouldn’t have been unsurprising. Cowards, after all, had spread across Erde Nona like a plague of locusts. It was foolish to assume that a child would have any semblance of a backbone.
My foot crossed an invisible line and there was a flash of movement. Tanya emerged from her hiding space atop a partially-collapsed archway. Without a word, without a wasted movement she opened fire. Before I could even react her first bullet had already torn through the meat of my arm, with the second finding a home in my gut. By the time she fired her third, however, I was already in motion. Instinctual self-preservation dictated that I run and hide, but trained discipline forced me to advance. Her advantage was in the range of her weaponry, so closing the distance was priority. Up close she was little more than a child with a pop-gun.
Using the length of my sword as a brace I slammed into the bottom of her perch. Stone snapped and split apart from the sudden impact and the entire archway shuddered. Had it been in anything less than disrepair I would have done nothing beyond bruising my shoulder. As it stood, however, the structure fell out from beneath her feet. She gasped sharply as she slipped and fell. That moment of surprise was all I needed, I cast aside the relic and readied my blade. Her flight enchantment silently activated and she twisted her body in a practiced motion, hoping to jet off at some obtuse angle. But, it was too late. I reached up and grabbed her ankle, yanking her from the air and spiking her against the ground. The intricate patterns of her thaumaturgical shield appeared briefly, sparing her from the impact.
“Cute tricks, wasted on a fragile body,” I muttered.
Before she could recover I raised my sword and brought it down upon her. Sparks sloughed off her shield as my sword chewed into the kaleidoscopic patterns, spurred on by its own weight. There was a moment of panic in her eyes, animalistic desperation, as her shield barely managed to redirect my sword from her head. What a wonderful sense of satisfaction to see a pathetic excuse for a magician brought so low. Again I brought my sword down upon her, and again her pernicious enchantment kept her alive. She scrambled away, scrabbling backwards across fallen debris.
“Revolting,” I said, stomping after her, “Your thaumaturgical shield is finely crafted, but your body is so clearly underdeveloped. It’s like a dazzling necklace draped lovingly atop a pile of rats.”
“Shut up already,” Tanya responded, producing a pistol from her hip, “Wasting words instead of finishing the job.”
She unloaded, trying desperately to create space and succeeding. I dove away, but not before another round tore open a hole in my side. Like a vulture she pounced upon the opportunity, lurching forward to scoop the relic up from the ground. She took to the skies, discarding an empty magazine and reloading her firearm as she did. Another series of shots slammed into the stone partition I had managed to crawl behind, each of them coming from a more advantageous angle than their predecessor.
What an absolute farce. I was reduced to crawling about in the dark like some sort of vermin, while that blonde-haired imp was free to strike with impunity. What a disgrace. Were the true heir alive to see me reduced to such a state I would have been executed out of mercy.
The storm finally opened up, vomiting a torrent of frigid rain. Lightning crackled overhead, followed by the call of thunder. This was an opportunity. It wasn’t much, but there was cover to be found in the curtain of the storm. Quickly I moved, rushing through what remained of this ancient structure. Bullets pinged wildly off stone, chasing me as I moved up a flight of crumbling stairs. Verticality was where I’d find my edge. Violence of action was my only hope of bringing an end to this joke. I reached the top level of the structure. Before she could register my plan I leaped over the edge towards her. Again there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes as I came tumbling towards her through the air. How do you strike a bird from the sky? You hit it with something heavy and unyielding.
“You can stop hiding now,” I shouted, “Stand before me and quit embarrassing the both of us.”
Only the wind answered. A crack of thunder tore through the ruins and a soft drizzling of rain accompanied it. Had she left? It wouldn’t have been unsurprising. Cowards, after all, had spread across Erde Nona like a plague of locusts. It was foolish to assume that a child would have any semblance of a backbone.
My foot crossed an invisible line and there was a flash of movement. Tanya emerged from her hiding space atop a partially-collapsed archway. Without a word, without a wasted movement she opened fire. Before I could even react her first bullet had already torn through the meat of my arm, with the second finding a home in my gut. By the time she fired her third, however, I was already in motion. Instinctual self-preservation dictated that I run and hide, but trained discipline forced me to advance. Her advantage was in the range of her weaponry, so closing the distance was priority. Up close she was little more than a child with a pop-gun.
Using the length of my sword as a brace I slammed into the bottom of her perch. Stone snapped and split apart from the sudden impact and the entire archway shuddered. Had it been in anything less than disrepair I would have done nothing beyond bruising my shoulder. As it stood, however, the structure fell out from beneath her feet. She gasped sharply as she slipped and fell. That moment of surprise was all I needed, I cast aside the relic and readied my blade. Her flight enchantment silently activated and she twisted her body in a practiced motion, hoping to jet off at some obtuse angle. But, it was too late. I reached up and grabbed her ankle, yanking her from the air and spiking her against the ground. The intricate patterns of her thaumaturgical shield appeared briefly, sparing her from the impact.
“Cute tricks, wasted on a fragile body,” I muttered.
Before she could recover I raised my sword and brought it down upon her. Sparks sloughed off her shield as my sword chewed into the kaleidoscopic patterns, spurred on by its own weight. There was a moment of panic in her eyes, animalistic desperation, as her shield barely managed to redirect my sword from her head. What a wonderful sense of satisfaction to see a pathetic excuse for a magician brought so low. Again I brought my sword down upon her, and again her pernicious enchantment kept her alive. She scrambled away, scrabbling backwards across fallen debris.
“Revolting,” I said, stomping after her, “Your thaumaturgical shield is finely crafted, but your body is so clearly underdeveloped. It’s like a dazzling necklace draped lovingly atop a pile of rats.”
“Shut up already,” Tanya responded, producing a pistol from her hip, “Wasting words instead of finishing the job.”
She unloaded, trying desperately to create space and succeeding. I dove away, but not before another round tore open a hole in my side. Like a vulture she pounced upon the opportunity, lurching forward to scoop the relic up from the ground. She took to the skies, discarding an empty magazine and reloading her firearm as she did. Another series of shots slammed into the stone partition I had managed to crawl behind, each of them coming from a more advantageous angle than their predecessor.
What an absolute farce. I was reduced to crawling about in the dark like some sort of vermin, while that blonde-haired imp was free to strike with impunity. What a disgrace. Were the true heir alive to see me reduced to such a state I would have been executed out of mercy.
The storm finally opened up, vomiting a torrent of frigid rain. Lightning crackled overhead, followed by the call of thunder. This was an opportunity. It wasn’t much, but there was cover to be found in the curtain of the storm. Quickly I moved, rushing through what remained of this ancient structure. Bullets pinged wildly off stone, chasing me as I moved up a flight of crumbling stairs. Verticality was where I’d find my edge. Violence of action was my only hope of bringing an end to this joke. I reached the top level of the structure. Before she could register my plan I leaped over the edge towards her. Again there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes as I came tumbling towards her through the air. How do you strike a bird from the sky? You hit it with something heavy and unyielding.