Chapter 143: A Hunter

Chapter 143: A Hunter

Tala looked around at the surrounding lands on this, western side of Makinaven. Shed not been out this gate, so it was all new. Even so, it was pretty much the same as out the other gates: farmland, orchards, and more odious industries, such as tanning.

As the caravan continued away from Makinaven, crossing through those fertile lands, Zakrias turned the conversation to her. Sowhat can you do?

Tala hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. He was fairly open. Theres probably no harm in responding in kind. Im mostly aimed at being magically reinforced and self-healing.

His eyes twinkled with barely contained mirth. So, you just take beatings?

She gave him a half-glare. Hardly. Offensively, I manipulate gravity.

He seemed a bit disappointed, his expression clearly falling. Oh, an area of affect, support fighter then.

Hardly. Tala grinned at the Archon.

He perked up at that. Oh?

I work on individual targets, manipulating their gravity as it relates to specific other things.

He frowned. Thats not how He shook his head and laughed. Never mind. Who am I to say how your magic should work? After a moments consideration, he regarded her critically. How are you at opposed casting?

I honestly havent practiced it really at all. She scrunched her face in irritation at the admission. Ive been meaning to practice, but just havent had the time.

He grinned. Ill bet you a silver that I can cool your left hand to an uncomfortable degree faster than you can force me to drop mine. He extended his left hand at his shoulder height.

Cool? Ahh, hes able to manipulate kinetic energy on a level to affect the heat-energy of something. That would require incredibly fine control.

I wonder if Ranes defenses would counter incoming fire by moving out of the way, or by cooling the area before it was affected, to counter the incoming heat? Probably worth asking. She hesitated. No, hes a Creator, he cant cool an area that wayright?

Her eyes flicked back to Zakrias face. Right, talking to someone else. She quickly flicked her thoughts over what hed said. How will we determine uncomfortable?

He shrugged. When you say so. If you can keep enduring it, it isnt uncomfortable enough to count.

Thats not exactly fair.

He shrugged again. If you dont want to wager-

She shook her head, cutting him off. No, not fair to you.

He hesitated, then barked a laugh. I like you! Lets make it a gold.

No, no. A silver is fine. This should be interesting. Tala touched her left middle finger to her thumb unobtrusively, focusing on the mans hand, getting ready to target it.

Mistress Odera, would you give us a go signal?

The older woman shrugged, clearly focused on things other than the conversation between the two Archons. Go.

Zakrias twitched his right hand, and his soul bound cord flicked out, connecting with the back of her left hand.

Tala locked the mental image of his hand in place and targeted it. The hand began to glow in her sight. Got you.

Increase. There was incredibly heavy resistance to her enactment, but she gritted her teeth and bore down.

If her normal workings on inanimate objects were like blowing against a feather to move it across a table, this was like blowing on a lead ball. Not wholly ineffective but frustrating to an incredible degree.

Zakrias, for his part, was frowning even as Tala felt a building pressure and heat on the back of her hand.

Iron salve for the win! She grinned.

That is a fascinating defense. Its like my power is struggling to catch hold to even start contesting you.

Give up?

A smile grew across his features. Hardly.

The resulting contest of wills was incredibly boring from the outside. For all intents and purposes, they were each simply staring at the others hand.

Even so, the internal struggle was intense. Why is this so hard? Shouldnt it either succeed or fail?

No, that wasnt right. She had to use her magical weight to impose her will, her working, onto a resisting target. Im not doing that, though.

Effectively, she was tossing out the spell-working at her target, and simply adding more umph behind that toss in the hopes of making it take effect.

Yeah, thats not right. I dont want to enact and leave the working to its own devices; I want to make sure it takes hold.

But how?

Zakrias face broke into a broad grin. There! The iron salve was still interfering with his working, but hed worn through enough to begin affecting her, and suddenly his will crashed into hers. He grunted, his smile slipping.

Tala felt the strain of his will, his magic, his power, fighting for dominance over her hand. She instinctively responded. Mine.

A ripple ofsomething, slammed into his working, pushing it back to his bound cord.

Oh! I see. Its a fight for authority over the target. Master Jevin had explained that to her in a way, but she hadnt really understood and integrated it. Now, it was obvious.

Gravity is mine to manipulate as I wish. That hand is my target. It is MINE.

The feeling before was like throwing her glaive. She had great strength but could only impart so much of it as the spell-form moved away from her. Now, it was as if she was properly braced and charging forward, glaive in a firm grip.

Her power, her will, her magic claimed his hands gravity as her own. Her spell-working clicked into place, taking hold and beginning to increase the effective weight of the appendage, if slower than shed have liked. Zakrias own magical weight was still resisting her, even if it couldnt throw of her working entirely.

Talas focus on his hand, however, had loosened her own defenses, and his working was beginning to affect her as well.

A minute passed in silent struggle, each able to affect the other but just barely.

Her gravity increase was working, despite his resistance, but the hand wouldnt drop. How is he still keeping that up? It should feel like having an armored guard hanging from the tips of his fingers.

Tala glanced towards Mistress Odera.

The older woman smiled, even as her eyes remained closed. Hes not telling you lies, Mistress. The beast, or beasts, have been spotted throughout the southern woods, and there has never been a recorded forest fire, in this region. She seemed to hesitate. Well, no, small blazes seem to crop up, they are an integral part of the lifecycle of any forest, but there are never any large enough to threaten the trees.

So, fires in the forest, but no forest fires.

That seems to be the case. The older woman still hadnt opened her eyes, and she kept them closed as she fell back into silence.

Tala turned back to Zakrias. My apologies for disbelieving you, Master.

It is understandable, Mistress. I was skeptical, too, until I encountered one.

Huh, the more you know, I suppose.

Zakrias nodded, then finished the saying. The stranger the world reveals itself to be.

Tala found herself nodding. Shed definitely found that to be true. What is something that you wish youd known, before you became a Harvester?

He tilted his head in consideration. Are you thinking of becoming a hunter?

She shrugged. Its good money, and Ive enjoyed harvesting when I could in the past.

Zakrias grunted. Not the worst reason, I suppose.

So?

Hmmm He seemed to consider the question. Well, the first thing is that being a devastating attacker is a liability more than an asset. He chuckled. Sure, it will keep you alive, and you should definitely keep some overwhelming, quick-kill workings in your secret storage, in case things rust through, but in general? He looked back to her. You need clean kills, in the sense that you want your target to die clean: no mess, no destruction of anything you might want to harvest.

That made sense. Yeah, but thats pretty obvious, right?

Your gravity attacks. Do you have much harvestable material when you kill with that?

Well, she thought for a moment, in general, no. No, I dont.

Exactly. Im sure its a great working: clever, effective, quick, and efficient. But with it, youd be a poor Harvester. Without it, youre missing key tools from your powerset.

Tala frowned. What do you use?

Me? He grinned. I use everything. I impart kinetic energy into little objects to pierce their vitals. I give motion to the air, creating sounds surrounding my prey that distracts and gives me the advantage. When I can work it, I can begin processing them before they die. If you give two portions of flesh kinetic energy in opposing directions, and you are precise enough, they shear apart more cleanly than under the finest blade.

She blinked at him, seeing him in a new light.

Zakrias was a hunter: brutal, efficient, and meticulous. He was old, and that meant hed survived on his own in the Wilds for years, probably decades. He had a calm confidence that spoke of perfect understanding of his own capabilities. He would likely never enter a situation when he wasnt sure of victory, and he would always have a plan of retreat if anything diverted from his plan.

He was a hunter.

A predatory smile briefly stole across his lips. Ahh, there it is. You understand. Being a hunter, a part of the Harvesters, there are only two paths.

She waited, already sure she knew the gist of what he was going to say.

You either die quickly, or you learn to think like a predator. That doesnt mean you fight every fight or defeat every foe. It does mean that you know you can defeat every foe you fight, else you dont fight it.

Tala considered, her eyes flicking to Terry, still sitting on her shoulder. Like Terry.

She had a brief curiosity if Terry or Zakrias would win in a fight, but quickly dismissed the idea. Not a productive line of thought.

Zakrias leaned back once more. But thats why there are so few of us, and why we still make such good money. He grinned, the predatory tint to the expression had faded. What does it take to be a caravan protector?

Tala opened her mouth to answer, then hesitated. After a moments thought, she sighed. Mistress Odera would be a better person to answer that question.

Mistress Oderas eyes snapped open, and the older woman regarded Tala critically. After a long moment, she huffed, smiled, and nodded to her junior.

Tala rolled her eyes. Im still an Archon, old woman. Even so, she smiled.

Mistress Odera thought for a moment, before nodding. The most important part of being a Mage Protector is that you are defending something, as stands to reason. More specifically, you are defending something fragile, that is very near by. A Mage defending a fortress or city can allow attacks through, they can move to other defensive positions, and they have the in place defenses supporting them.

Zakrias nodded, listening to her words.

A Mage Protector of a caravan does not have a defensive structure to utilize, they cannot retreat to a better position, and those around them cannot take the attacks if they fail. Such a Mage must be able to engage the enemy and hold them back, defeating their assault, rather than simply enduring it.

He hummed in contemplative thought. Ive heard similar descriptions, before, but never quite in that way. He nodded. I understand that it is much more difficult than manning the defensive towers around a plains city, but Id not considered why.

Tala interjected. Theres also that around cities, waning cities excepted, there is much less magic, so the beasts that attack are weaker. Out in the Wilds, as you know well, they are stronger.

He pointed at her with a smile. Thats the explanation Ive heard before, and the one that Id have expected.

No less true. She hedged.

Oh, of course not. It is arguably the largest reason the Wilds are so dangerous.

Zakrias turned to back to Mistress Odera, and the conversation wandered on, touching quite a few topics, before it wound down.

By that point, they had left the bowl around Makinaven behind, and Zakrias was seeming ready to depart.

Thank you, Mistresses, for your hospitality, the conversation, and the ride. He stood, bowing to each of them. Take care, stay safe, and may we meet again in a time of peace.

Mistress Odera bowed back to him. May that be sooner than we could dare hope.

With a parting smile in their direction, and no visible flexing of his muscles, Zakrias launched from the wagon, sailing away through the trees.

Tala cocked an eyebrow. I thought he said hed be walking.

Mistress Odera snorted. Hes showing off. Id bet every ounce of gold to my name that hell be walking as soon as hes sure hes outside our range of detection.

Tala grunted. Probably true. Even so, though, she was incredibly intrigued. He can fly. That was something that she would be dearly interested in figuring out for herself.