Chapter 43: Low mana

Chapter 43: Low mana

Blake watched his brother shooting magic arrows like a damn machine gun. One of Garet’s men was down to Alvaro’s ridiculous touch power, but otherwise things were going rather well. After using his power, Alvaro had gone down soon after, and Mason had blasted Norman like it was nothing. After that it had seemed just a matter of Mason and the others surrounding Sebastian and David and killing them both. Then the raiders arrived.

Blake felt his guts slosh with water. “Oh shit.”

Mason looked, then just kept shooting.

“That’s Alex. The one in the back, he’s some kind of support!” Blake shouted over the screams and sounds of fighting. “He can make little shields, and probably can...”Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

They both watched Mason’s arrows reach Sebastian and bounce off an invisible shield, or vanish mid-air.

“Yeah. Do that.”

“So what are you, a damn cheerleader?” Mason growled. “Do something about him.”

Blake stiffened slightly at the reproach. “I warned you about him, didn’t I?” he muttered, then focused on the Eastern European bubbler and summoned his will. “Keep shooting,” he told his brother. I’ll distract him.”

“What exactly,” Mason loosed another arrow, “do you think I’m doing?”

Jason—a pole-arm wielding warrior—and Erik, some kind of quick-striking duelist, both came running down the hill towards Blake. Mason continued his steady barrage of arrows, but Alex was still shielding or dissipating the arrows all together.

Blake knew the man had grown up in an ex-communist country, his childhood filled with terrors of his family being taken away at any moment. He seemed impressive now, but his younger mind was filled with fear. Blake waited for another arrow to loose, then sent a violent charge of pure terror into Alex’s mind. The older man staggered and cried out, and the arrow struck polearm-wielding Jason in the gut. He doubled over and cried out, but Erik came on.

Sebastian’s massive shield swiped and struck his head and shoulder with a solid thud. Ben stumbled back and Sebastian followed with a brutal swing from his club, caving in Ben’s skull visibly before he dropped, spasming as he tumbled slightly down the hill.

“Traitors!” He raised his voice to cross the street. “I’m going to rip off your heads and use them for piss pots, starting with you, Blake.” He pointed his bloody club. “Then I’m going to see about your ugly little whore.”

Blake breathed, trying to think.

Influence probably wouldn’t work on the others now, and he didn’t have the mana to do another blast of mental power. He could tell Seul-ki was mostly drained and tapping the rest for a long shot wasn’t worth it. But he still had telekinesis. Maybe he could help Mason enough to swing the tide. If he focused on turning that damn polearm, or if he could maybe trip Erik just for a moment...

“To hell with this.”

Mason cursed and charged straight at the rapier-wielding Erik. The small, thin blade jabbed straight through his shoulder, piercing to the other side, just as Jason’s poleaxe swung for his head.

Blake activated Telekinesis, and managed to turn it. Then Mason was on the smaller Erik, his sword vanishing as he just seized the smaller man by the neck, ramming his dagger into his chest and gut again and again like a prison shanking. They rolled to the street in a gory, tangled mess of blood and limbs before Mason rolled off, ducked one last poleaxe swing, then came back up again with his sword.

He pulled the rapier out of his arm and dropped it to the ground, pointing at Jason. “Run. Or you’re next.”

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