Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-Nine - Ganging Up

Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-Nine - Ganging Up

Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-Nine - Ganging Up

So, are we going to relax, just talk things out? I asked. I really hoped that theyd agree.

The sylph glanced at each other. They shuffled their feet, and I felt a tingle in my ears that felt like bad news.

Mitchie, who seemed to be the one in charge, more or less, pointed towards Amaryllis. Her first, he said.

Me first what? Amaryllis asked.

The nearest sylphs reply was to pick up a long piece of wood from the ground and run towards us while screaming.

Are you all daft? Amaryllis snapped. She flung a hand towards the sylph rushing her and a crack-bang filled the mine as a bolt of lightning gripped the sylph mid-motion and sent him convulsing to the ground.

Dont kill them! I said even as I sent more mana into my bucket and moved up between my friends and the remaining thieves. One of them threw a knife our way, but it wasnt the best or fastest toss. I smacked it out of the air with a swipe of my bucket.

I wont kill them, Amaryllis said. Just make them reconsider some of the mistakes theyve made.

Get her! Mitchie shouted, and the sylph next to him took off running after me. Meanwhile, Mitchie himself spun around and ran in the opposite direction.

So much for honour among thieves.

The sylph charging me screamed.

I threw my bucket. It hit him in the face bottom-first with a heavy bonk before bouncing back into my arms. I grabbed it by the lip, and when the sylph came closer, stumbling and holding onto his nose, I brought the bucket down atop his head with a heavy metallic clang.

Oh, sorry, I said as he crumbled to the floor.

Awen sighed and stepped around me before kneeling on the sylph's back. She had a rope--somehow--that she tied around one of the sylphs wrists, then she looped it around an ankle and finally his other hand. We dont want them getting away, she explained at my confused look.

Im more surprised you know how to hogtie people, I said.

Hog tie? She glanced down at her knots. Im just tying them so that they cant move.

Girls, lets focus a little, shall we? Amaryllis asked. We should catch up to that moron that took off.

Yeah, someone abandoning their friends like that, its just wrong, I said.

M-Mitchie would never abandon us! the sylph on the ground said. Youll regret this!

I squatted down next to him. Hey, you wouldnt happen to know what were going to find deeper in that passage, right?

He squirmed around so that he was looking the other way. Im not telling you nothing.

Thats a double negative, I pointed out. It means that you will tell us something.

The sylph squirmed the other way to look up to me. He seemed pretty confused. What are you talking about? he asked.

Oh, nevermind. I bounced back to my feet, swept up my bucket, then pointed deeper into the tunnel. Come on, lets go see whats down there.

We left the two sylph--the one Amaryllis zapped was waking up, though he was a little groggy--and started down the tunnel. It wasnt hard to follow the rails running down the centre of the passage.

The rails curved into a large room, and ended in a pile of sandbags, the cart sitting there all nice and quiet. Next to that was a wide entranceway, framed by wooden beams. I crept along the wall and the leaned over to peer into the room, folding my ears back to keep them out of sight. Inside was a weird mirror of the inside of the warehouses we were just in a few minutes ago.

Shelves lined the walls, but the middle of the room had couches and chairs, a firepit in the middle was surrounded by a few sylphs, Mitchie among them. Stacks of pallet wood and broken crates nearby hinted at what they used to feed the fire.

We dont just give people anything, he said.

Come now, Amaryllis said sweetly. Youre thieves, you dont just gather things and let them collect dust, you have to be reselling them to someone. All we want are the crates you stole.

And maybe for you to reconsider a life of crime, I added. I couldnt see Amaryllis, because she was mostly behind me, but I knew she was rolling her eyes.

Well well, you want to buy right from the source, huh?

I glanced back to Amaryllis, and she nodded once. It was probably a better idea to just buy things outright than to fight for them, even if the things we were buying didnt belong to the people we were buying them from. Theyd still end up in the hands of the right people in the end.

Marvin glanced back to Mitchie, then to us. Fine. Mitchie, go check on your brothers. Well see how roughed up they are. There might be an additional fee, for damages, you understand?

I guess, I said. But your, uh, friends attacked us first. So it was all self-defence.

Im hardly one thats well-versed in such lawful matters. I couldnt tell ya what is or isnt self-defence. But I know that Im not fond of folk that hurt me and mine, Marvin said.

I crossed my arms. Mister Marvin was really quite rude.

So, whatre the goods youre looking for? he asked.

We know the name of the cargo, and probably the numbers on the crate, but we don't know whats in it, I said.

You dont know? You're going through an awful lot of trouble to fetch something that isnt yours, Marvin said.

Were doing this as a favour, I explained. And, you know, to stop a war. Im not too sure, but I think wars are bad for people in your line of work too.

He sniffed. Wouldnt know.

Footsteps sounded out behind us, and Mitchie burst into the room, breathing hard. The guard, he said.

What? Marvin asked.

He pointed down the tunnel behind him, then to us. They brought the guard with them!

There was a split second of calm before everything went to heck in a bucket. Marvin shouted a few orders, and sylphs scrambled across the room. There were more than we had guessed, sleeping in the tents at the back, or hanging around quietly and minding their own. They seemed to know what they were doing as they rushed to pick up a few items and ran towards the back where a part of the shelves covering one wall were moved aside. A second exit?

Kill the three of them, Marvin said while pointing right at us.

Oh no, I said.

I stepped back as a sylph swooped down from above with a long staff that smacked into the ground, right where I was standing. Another two ran towards us, long knives poised to attack.

Guys! I shouted before I had to use my bucket to block a stabbing strike from a knife. The knife planted itself hilt-deep into the bucket and stayed lodged there.

I kicked at the shin of the sylph trying to turn me into a bun skewer, then backed up some more. Lightning cracked and a pair of sylph fell before a third summoned a thick dark fog. Magic!

Of course a few of them would have sneaky magic, it just made sense.

I countered the fog with some cleaning magic, just in time to see a sylph, running around to flank us, step onto a glass caltrop and crash to the floor with a piercing scream.

And then the rattle of armour and weapons sounded out behind us and a dozen guards, with short swords and square shields, formed a barrier behind us. There was a paladin at their head, one who looked very unamused at what they saw.

Drop your weapons! The paladin ordered, a shouted bark so loud it made my ears snap back. My hands went numb, and my bucket thumped to the ground a moment before I raised my arms in surrender.

Oh no, Ive never been arrested before, I said.

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