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A Soldier's Life - 117 - Odd Reunion
🕑 Added 2023-12-15 22:41:45 +0000 UTCChapter 117 Odd Reunion
I followed Konstantin as he moved quickly through the trees. I knew he was experienced at this, but he seemed too aggressive—too excited. Why not wait for the company to catch up? I am sure Zyna could handle the summoner by herself. “There!” He whispered harshly to me. About two hundred yards ahead, the brown cloaks were moving steadily.
We were gaining ground quickly, and I guessed a mage was just not as fit as a legionnaire. Konstantin noted, “Expect them to make a stand when they realize they can not outrun us.” I nodded and focused on the pair. The shorter one was probably a woman and in superior shape. Maybe she was not a mage then. She was definitely waiting for the taller one as she appeared she could outrun him if needed.
Both elves tossed their packs on the ground when they noticed us gaining on them. I hung back just a little, and as we reached the packs, I slowed for half a step and sent them into my dimensional space. Konstantin was in front of me and did not see me take them. Konstantin suddenly dropped to a knee and fired an arrow in a smooth motion. He missed the tall one by inches. He blamed his miss on the fletching, “Harpies tits, the fletching was loose,” and resumed pursuit.
Konstantin was right about them making a stand. The cloaked figures leaped over a massive downed tree and stopped running. Komstantin did not stop running. When we were just fifty feet from the log, the elf woman stood up and launched a fireball from her hands. Konstantin swore, “Demon shit!” but there was nowhere to hide. I jumped prone and placed a shield in front of me. Konstantin was four strides in front of me and tried to get out of the path of the flaming sphere by diving right.
The fireball crashed where he had been standing a second ago and exploded. Konstantin was thrown into the air by the blast. The fire and heat washed over me, briefly making my position an oven. My lungs hurt from breathing in the hot, dry air, but other than that, I escaped unharmed. Konstantin was not as lucky. He was rolling on the ground thirty feet away in some pain and dazzlingly trying to put out his pants. He had also lost his helm.
A blue bolt of light shot from the cloaked woman and struck my shield. I recognized the type of bolt from the dungeon. Castile had used a wand that cast arcane missiles like this. I added another shield as mine was about to expire. She launched two more missiles, and they splashed uselessly against the first air shield. The mage stopped firing the arcane bolts, and I sprinted for Konstantin. She fired another missile, and I thought there was no way it would hit.
The fucking arcane arrow changed directions, and my armor got a blackened scorch mark on the back as it thudded into me and caused me a brief stumble. Konstantin’s face was burned again—first a hellhound and now a fireball. His face was an angry red, blistering, and his hair, which had just started growing, was gone again. He had protected his eyes, at least. I dragged him behind a tree for cover, taking two more arcane arrow strikes. One burned my armor, and the other connected with my arm, burning deeply into my bicep. The smell of my own cooked flesh hit me.
It was painful, and I ignored it and got us to cover. Konstantin had signs of a concussion. He was unable to focus his eyes and was speaking nonsense. I didn’t have anything that would help him. I healed my own injury and realized I didn’t have much aether left. I did have enough to use my dimensional space to kill one of the mages if I could get close enough, but that meant I wouldn’t be able to use my air shield again.
“Dropped my bow,” Konstantin sounded irritated, but at least he was now coherent.
“Doesn’t matter, the string was burned up in the heat,” I said, peeking around the tree and studying the enemies. I decided to whine a little, “Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea for the two of us to go after two mages!”
Konstantin croaked out, “Thought he had to be out of aether after summoning the giants and spiders,” he groaned as he moved to look around the tree as well. “If we wait long enough, the company should reach us in a few hours. Do you have any water?”
I realized he had probably inhaled a lot of hot air and produced a canteen from my dimensional space for him. He drank the entire thing of cold water and tossed it away. “I can still move. I can distract them while you circle that way,” he indicated the upturned roots of the tree they were behind.
“They have one of those wands that fire those arcane arrows like Castile used to have, Konstantin. You wouldn’t make it very far.” I pointed out the scorch marks on my armor.
Konstantin studied the burns and nodded, thinking. Konstantin was not a person that was good with waiting. I checked for the fifth time around the trunk. “One of them is running, Konstantin.” He craned around to see.
“It is the taller one. The male summoner. We can not let him get away,” Konstantin growled. “He is slower, so the woman is covering his retreat.” He grunted, getting to his feet in pain. “I will draw her attention. Get to her as quickly as possible. I don’t think I can run, wrenched my knee.” He did not say more as he hobbled to the right at a light jog. We could have just waited for reinforcements, but Konstantin needed his win.
He meant to bend over for his helmet as he moved, but his leg gave out on him, and he stumbled to the ground. An azure missile burned into his armor. Fuck it, I thought. I ran to the right, not wasting the distraction he was giving me. The cloaked elf fired a blue bolt at me. I managed to get behind the roots, and it slammed harmlessly into them. I was now at the base of the downed tree she was behind. I moved around the corner to peek. The elf was running away.
I looked back at Konstantin, who was hobbling. The small elf was running to catch up with the summoner, and I thought it would be stupid to chase her as the other one could have set up another ambush. “Get her! I will be right behind you!” Konstantin yelled at me.
I started running and mumbling to myself, “Don’t let them get away, Eryk. Gather herbs in my place, Eryk. Time to practice your fighting, Eryk.” The shorter elf was not slow, but my longer stride had me covering the ground quickly. I wanted to catch her before she reunited with the summoner. She moved from the thick-trunked forest into a sparser wooded area with evergreens. The scent of pine needles assaulted me as I followed.
We hit a small ravine, and I used gravity to close quicker with her. Before she reached the bottom, I was swinging my blade into her back. Déjà vu occurred as the elf spun and parried my attack with a dagger. Her momentum took her into a roll as she crashed into the bottom of the ravine and skidded across the dried pine needles.
I surfed the pine needles to a stop ten feet away. The elf’s hood had come down as she stood to face me with a long dagger in one hand and a short parrying dagger in the other. She looked familiar as her chest heaved for oxygen—but that was impossible. I left that elf burnt and dying at the aqueduct. Her face showed surprise as her eyes got bigger and bigger—nope, it was definitely her.
In elvish, she said something to the effect, Don’t you taint me again with your evil magic, mage.
I sought for the elvish words, “Surrender. I will kill you—not.”
Her eyes got hard, and in accented Telhian, she said, “Your elvish is terrible. I will not surrender.” She did not attack and seemed more ready to run again than fight. Then again, the last time we met, I had stored her in my dimensional space for two days.
Thankful to be speaking Telhian. I said unemotionally, “Yeah, I only started learning the language a week ago. But you do either need to surrender, or I will have to kill you.”
Our standoff ended when a drake crashed through the pine canopy, showering us in both pine needles and branches. Sebastian’s drake crashed into the elf girl, seizing her in his jaw, crunching her body, and whipping her into a rock. Her body crumbled, full of oozing puncture wounds. Sebastian, mounted on his drake, asked, “Was that the summoner?”
“No, Master Mage. She was just a guardian, I think. The summoner is close. Just a few minutes ahead of me in the direction,” I pointed. He looked down at the elf, sneered, and took off into the sky, showering me again in more pine needles. I moved to the elf girl and was about to pull out the collector but thought better of it. Sebastian was too close.
The young elf’s body was broken and bleeding. Her skull was fractured, and her torso was crushed, a few bones showing. Her chest was not rising or falling. She must be dead. I could store her and get her essence later when I was sure Durandus was not around. I listened and didn’t hear anything, so I moved the elf into my storage.
She must have been only mostly dead because my aether bottomed out. Crap, without aether this was going to be a problem. Konstantin was up on the ridge while I was trying to decide what to do, “Eryk, I saw Sebastian’s drake. Is he here?”
I pointed, “He went after the summoner.” Konstantin nodded, did not descend into the ravine, and hobbled in the direction I indicated. That man was too tough for his own good. I took a deep breath, and picked up the elf’s two daggers—the smaller of which appeared to have runic writing. The long dagger was shiny steel as well but did not have any markings other than the smith’s mark.
I looked at the scene. If Sebastian returned, he would probably wonder where the body went. There was nothing I could do about it now with no aether. I moved down to the end of the ravine and climbed out to join Konstantin.
It did not take me long to catch him, and I could see the drake in the skies intermittently searching ahead of us. Konstantin’s voice was labored, “Is the elf woman dead?”
“The drake crushed her body and tossed it into a boulder,” I replied. I was definitely not going to run ahead of Konstantin if I did not have to. The thick evergreens thinned to grassy hills dotted with large trees. We could now easily see the drake about a mile away circling one tree.
Konstantin grinned and sounded elated, “Looks like Sebastian has treed our prey. Let’s get closer, but let the mage do his work.”
We slowed to a walk and watched the drake circle a two-hundred-foot pear-shaped tree. When we got within a hundred yards, we took cover behind another tree, Konstantin pulling me aside, “Best to be out of the area if Sebastian decides to burn down the tree.”
Sebastian circled the tree, tormenting the summoner stuck in the tree. Konstantin suddenly pulled me back out, pointing into the distance, “Hide yourself from that!” A creature was still far away but was already bigger than the drake that Sebastian was riding.
“Is that a dragon?” I asked numbly.
“Could be a juvenile dragon, but I think it is a wyvern,” Konstantin said emotionlessly. Sebastian finally noticed the massive beast, and he had turned from predator to prey.
Comments
BubblyGhost
Wasnt he already almost out of aether?
Silver Beard
Have to admit- Time: Haste could have been pivotal about now. Still agree with the slow aging to gain the essence for Mage. Still, he could have wrapped this encounter up in seconds with Haste. As a lower form; likely less time to learn- could have had it by now.
Silver Beard
Especially nice touch getting the other drakes sent away; should still have at least an hour before the rest of the company could reasonably appear.
