Chapter 16: A Grudge to Rest

Chapter 16: A Grudge to Rest

The Heirs stared across the field at the Giantsrest mages. The distracting spells had faded, the ambush had failed. Now it was just a hundred feet of crops separating two groups of five.

On one side, Nathan and the other Heirs stood. They were bloody and battered, having come out badly from round one. But they were resolute, and now they had a plan.

Standing opposite were Taeol and four other Giantsrest mages. They were unharmed and powerful magic glimmered at their fingertips. But for all that they seemed to have the upper hand, their stances were uncertain as Nathan stalked toward them.

I have built myself to kill mages. Its time to test that out.

Then the pair of green-robed mages finished their spell and the ground in front of them cracked open into a wide crevasse. A pit opened up thirty feet across and a hundred wide, separating Taoels group from the Heirs. Nathan saw Taoels smile across the field as he inspected the array of floating needles the two purple-robed mages were marshaling into place.

Nathan murmured out of the corner of his mouth. Stella, I need a jump assist. As close to the crevasse as you can manage.

There was a grunt of assertion from behind him, then Nathan charged once more.

He ran straight at the crevasse, trusting his team to handle their parts. The two purple-robed students were marshaling another storm of poisoned needles, while the two green robes were reestablishing the sturdy dome of force.

Fat lot of good that will do.

Nathan picked up speed quickly, hurtling over the ground on a direct line towards the foes. One of the purple-robed mages held the cloud of needles aloft while the other maneuvered behind the projectiles and aimed at Nathan.

Taeol cast a spell that Nathan couldnt hear, and his senses cut out. It was a spell of void and shadow, similar in concept if not construction to the sensory deprivation spell that Gale had cast on him after his plummet into Gemore. Instead of working as an illusion, this one absorbed all of the light and sound that should reach him. It also held a component that would quickly suffocate the target.

High-tier Spellsense 5 achieved!

Nathan absorbed the spell as the needles hit, another dozen of the wickedly sharp enchanted objects impacting his skin. But this time, he was Raging. A third of the needles penetrated, but the rest didnt hit straight on and deflected from his skin. One sunk into Nathans right eye, and scraped against the back of his eye socket before he yanked it out.

Each point of impact briefly became numb before a moment of focus banished the sensation and the needles fell from his skin.

He saw a rock a couple feet across vibrate ahead of him. Nathan jumped on it and crouched, then pushed off as the rock jerked upwards. He soared into the air once more, propelled by the same trick theyd used so often.

Nathan arced through the air. Once he reached the apogee of his arc he used stamina to pull himself diagonally on a straight line toward Taeol.

The purple-robed mages stood there, slack-jawed. The green-robes were faster off the mark, and one of them hurled a gust of [Razor Wind] at Nathan. The spell tried to push him back into the crevasse but Nathans momentum-enhancing skills allowed him to plow through it, the shredding blades of air slicing his clothes but leaving not a mark on his skin.

The other mage levitated a rock from the ground and was about to hurl it at Nathan when Sarahs rifle spoke. The enchanted bullet crashed through the force bubble, then through the [Mage Armor] and hit the Giantsrest mage in the neck. It kept going after that, punching through the other side of the force bubble and presumably flying off into the distance. The rock fell to the ground.

Good targeting. That mage was a little too clever for my preference. And Taeol is mine.

Nathans flight was uninterrupted, and his mouth pulled back into a snarl as he approached the force dome.

Taeol looked up at Nathan descending towards him. Nathan strained his [Slow Fall] trying to reach Taeol in the seconds where his lips moved. Once again, he was too late.

[Teleport]

Taeol vanished in a flicker of orange light, and Nathan shattered the barrier, screaming his frustration.

Not again!

High-tier Slow Fall 5 achieved!

As he landed Nathan lashed out with his fist, backhanding one of the purple-robes through her mage armor. She spun and fell, clutching at a shattered jaw. The remaining purple robe raised her hands to either cast a spell or surrender, but a bolt of lightning curved through the hole Nathan had left in the shield. It consumed her for several seconds, lasting until the mage armor shattered and she fell as a smoking corpse.

The sole remaining mage [Blink]-ed away, running as only a man running from death can run. Nathan stalked after him, plotting routes to cut off the mages paths. Then his quarry dove into the tall crops and was blown back out by Aarls lightning-blade. The strike blew out a good portion of his abdomen, and the corpse tumbled into the crevasse, leaving a bloody splotch on the ground.

Nathan looked around for a moment, trying to spot if Taeol had reappeared nearby. He saw nothing but fields, calming from the sudden winds and explosions of the fight.

You have leveled up to level 72! Congratulations, you have defeated an ambush laid by an Archmage of Giantsrest and sent him fleeing.

Then a weak cough sounded from behind him, and Nathan turned back to the sole surviving mage. He stalked towards her with purpose.

Not going to kill her - yet. I want answers.

He reached and grabbed her hands, roughly pulling her to her feet and grasping them tightly behind her back. The mage moaned and struggled, trying to pull her hands free to touch her bleeding jaw. Nathan wrenched her hands upwards to put strain on her shoulders.

He heard Aarl approaching from behind. Can I get some rope?

Nathan could hear Aarls hesitation in his slow footsteps. The lithe man approached carefully, putting away his weapons. He reached into his dimensional storage to hand Nathan a length of rough rope. Then the swordsman voiced his concerns with a simple question. Why?

Nathan wrapped the prisoners hands with the rope, then ran the excess cord down to her ankles. He wasnt trying to make this unescapable or hogtie the mage. He just wanted another barrier to complicate any escape attempt. I want to know why Taeol was here. And what hes planning next.

Aarl grunted, then handed Nathan a fresh set of clothes. Nathan took them, glancing down at his bare chest and shredded pants. At least his underwear was intact. Watch her. If she tries anything, kill her.

Another grunt was affirmation enough, and Nathan took a step back to pull off his clothes and wipe off the bloodstains left by the needles. He quickly garbed himself anew, then turned his attention back to their prisoner.

The mage had turned around, crouching slightly because of the rope linking her wrists and ankles. She was breathing hard, wincing around her visibly broken jaw. Her purple-glowing eyes flicked back and forth between Aarl and Nathan, and Nathan addressed her, leaning into [Earnestness].

Nathan looked around at the Heirs. I think thats all. Anybody else got questions for her?

Sarah raised her revolver, aiming at Harthis forehead. Only one.

She was clearly about to kill Harthi. Nathan had a second to interfere, and decided against it. He hadnt made any promises, he didnt see a good way to keep her prisoner, and he remembered that shed just tried to capture him and his friends for chattel slavery.

Khachi was the one who placed a hand on Sarahs gun, pushing it gently aside as he addressed Harthi. Tell me. What path do you see for yourself, from this point forward?

Oh you have to be kidding me.

Harthi was breathing quickly, shivering at her near-death experience as her eyes darted between Sarahs gun and Khachis face. She licked her lips nervously, looking at the Heirs and calculating odds. Then Harthis shoulders slumped and she addressed the ground. I would ask to go to Gemore, whatever may befall me there. I can enchant, or... or whatever is needed. She shivered, and Nathan couldnt tell what she was imagining. But I dont want to die, She said in a small, quiet voice.

Khachi seemed to expect no other response, and his upraised hand pointed to Stella. Ask the guild if they want a captive student of Giantsrest, cooperative and knowledgeable of recent workings of the academy. Direct the [Message] to Sudraiels immediate attention.

Sarah threw up her hands. What you want is no mystery. Stella just shrugged and cast [Message].

Khachi ignored Sarah, keeping his attention on Harthi. I know Giantsrest does not put much stock in Oaths, that you view them as cheap tricks easily escaped with mental magic. Still, I would ask you to swear an oath to us. Swear to me on your class and your magic, to not cast a spell or harm any of those present in any way. Forswear yourself from the academy and swear to never return or provide aid to Giantsrest.

Harthi nodded quickly, grasping the lifeline the Cleric had thrown her. She stood up as straight as she could and stared into Khachis eyes, repeating the vow hed suggested back. I swear on my class and my magic that I will not cast a spell on any of those present or harm them in any way. I foreswear myself from the academy and swear to never provide aid or return to Giantsrest.

Khachi rumbled, his thin lips curving up. Know that this Oath means you may not cast magic on yourself. I may free you from this Oath in time, but even casting [Mage Armor] would break your word to me, and to Davrar. A [Message] to any of Giantsrest would do the same.

Their prisoners eyes widened, taking in the meaning of the Oath shed just sworn.

I remember that Oaths made under duress are less effective. I wonder if Harthi knows that. This seems like a terrible idea.

Stella spoke up in a light, almost sing-song voice. To repeat prophecy, Sudraiel wants her. Weve been directed to return to Gemore with the prisoner.

Aarl spoke up from the side. Its time to get back anyway. He shot a meaningful look at Sarah. Im ready for my level 81 Development.

Sarah grinned back lopsidedly. So am I. High-level enslavement mages, eh?

Status of Nathan Lark:

Permanent Talent 1: Magic Absorption 8

Permanent Talent 2: Perfected Body 1

Talent 3: High-tier Slow Fall 5

Class: Spellbreaker Juggernaut level 72

Stamina: 287/820

Juggernaut's Wrath

Antimagic Momentum

Raging Thrill

Juggernaut's Inertia

Unarmored Resilience

Utility skills:

Battle Meditation 1

High-tier Earnestness 5

Mid-tier Sprinting 7

High-tier Spellsense 5

Mid-tier Notice 10

Mid-tier Identify 8

Mid-tier Dodging Footwork 6

High-tier Enhanced Memory 5

Mid-tier Lecturing 5

Mid-tier Tumbling 3