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One more figure
appeared out of the wreckage. This one was no older than Eric himself and
dressed in robes instead of armor. He pointed at the cage and a cloud of
ethereal and eldritch light negated all three spells. All of them stood up and
charged him once again. Eric cast the Stun Gun, but the mysterious figure
pointed again and dispelled it before it reached them. Eric thought of another
spell, dismissed it, and simply fired a mana beam.
Channeled through both
his staff and crystal, the effect was greatly magnified and crashed into them
like a rhino. One by one, it punctured their barriers and knocked them out.
When the last reached Eric himself, he glared at him with Evil Eye. While they
were hardened slave runners, they didn’t have nearly his degree of
self-loathing and unadulterated fear. He froze him in his tracks and knocked
him out with the butt of his staff.
“A battle mage with a
black staff and red hair,” the boy in robes mused. “There’s something important
about that…now I wish I paid attention to that last lesson…”
“Winged Feet!”
A pair of transparent
wings appeared at Eric’s heels and he jumped forward with his spear cocked. He
effortlessly cleared the downed warriors on his way toward their backer. The
boy frantically threw up a barrier and shouted, “VETO!”
A second barrier
encased the boy. It was the same eldritch light that negated Eric’s spells. Now
it negated the force of his thrust. The crystal blade struck the barrier but
did not crack it or even impact. It simply stopped on contact. The boy smirked
nastily.
“Idiot. You can’t touch
me. No one can. Not when I have Order’s hand on my head!”
Eric slashed, stabbed,
and bashed the orderfied barrier, but it negated all of his force. He cast
spells of all the elements he knew and all of them disappeared on contact with
it. He tried a beam of pure mana and it was absorbed.
“Right back at ya,
loser!”
The orderfied barrier
concentrated the stolen mana and fired it at Eric. It cut through his barrier
and slammed into his stomach hard enough to knock the wind from him. Eric was
forced to lean on his staff for support. The boy fist-pumped triumphantly.
“Ha ha! And those old
farts said my training was incomplete. I’m already strong enough to beat
mages.” He stepped forward and extended his hand. “Now I’ll take over your mind
and add you to our stock. A sellstaff is sure to be easy.”
A hatch opened near him
and an orc stepped out of it. Seven or eight feet tall and broad with muscles,
he cast a shadow over the ordercrafter like Flying Whale did to Albatross
IX . Despite the cold, he wore short pants and short sleeves with only a
jacket to ward off the chill. Even his head was as exposed to the elements as
the rest of him because it was truly bald. The boy wet himself under the orc’s
stern glare, but then he put on a show of bravado.
“You can’t hurt me
either, you dumb brute!”
The orc gently placed
his hand on the kid’s orderfied barrier. He didn’t try to break it. The boy’s
knees knocked despite his taunts and barbs.
“Those who are
empowered by Order the First Born are feeble before Lady Chaos the Matriarch.
In her name, bow down.”
Like flipping a switch,
the second layer disappeared and the boy was left with his personal barrier.
His shiver had nothing to do with the cold. The hand passed through his barrier
and landed on his head. It was big enough to encompass his head entirely.
“That was a basic
anti-ordercraft spell. If you completed your training, it wouldn’t have worked
on you. Now you’re dead.” To Eric, he asked, “You all right? Civilians
shouldn't be here.”
“ Mercenary . Be grateful
I'm not charging for this.” He pointed his staff at the outlaw and braced
himself. The impact made him grit his teeth, but his barrier successfully
defended them both from a stray missile. “Or that.”
“A mercenary, huh?” the
outlaw said. He removed his hand. “Then
One more figure
appeared out of the wreckage. This one was no older than Eric himself and
dressed in robes instead of armor. He pointed at the cage and a cloud of
ethereal and eldritch light negated all three spells. All of them stood up and
charged him once again. Eric cast the Stun Gun, but the mysterious figure
pointed again and dispelled it before it reached them. Eric thought of another
spell, dismissed it, and simply fired a mana beam.
Channeled through both
his staff and crystal, the effect was greatly magnified and crashed into them
like a rhino. One by one, it punctured their barriers and knocked them out.
When the last reached Eric himself, he glared at him with Evil Eye. While they
were hardened slave runners, they didn’t have nearly his degree of
self-loathing and unadulterated fear. He froze him in his tracks and knocked
him out with the butt of his staff.
“A battle mage with a
black staff and red hair,” the boy in robes mused. “There’s something important
about that…now I wish I paid attention to that last lesson…”
“Winged Feet!”
A pair of transparent
wings appeared at Eric’s heels and he jumped forward with his spear cocked. He
effortlessly cleared the downed warriors on his way toward their backer. The
boy frantically threw up a barrier and shouted, “VETO!”
A second barrier
encased the boy. It was the same eldritch light that negated Eric’s spells. Now
it negated the force of his thrust. The crystal blade struck the barrier but
did not crack it or even impact. It simply stopped on contact. The boy smirked
nastily.
“Idiot. You can’t touch
me. No one can. Not when I have Order’s hand on my head!”
Eric slashed, stabbed,
and bashed the orderfied barrier, but it negated all of his force. He cast
spells of all the elements he knew and all of them disappeared on contact with
it. He tried a beam of pure mana and it was absorbed.
“Right back at ya,
loser!”
The orderfied barrier
concentrated the stolen mana and fired it at Eric. It cut through his barrier
and slammed into his stomach hard enough to knock the wind from him. Eric was
forced to lean on his staff for support. The boy fist-pumped triumphantly.
“Ha ha! And those old
farts said my training was incomplete. I’m already strong enough to beat
mages.” He stepped forward and extended his hand. “Now I’ll take over your mind
and add you to our stock. A sellstaff is sure to be easy.”
A hatch opened near him
and an orc stepped out of it. Seven or eight feet tall and broad with muscles,
he cast a shadow over the ordercrafter like Flying Whale did to Albatross
IX . Despite the cold, he wore short pants and short sleeves with only a
jacket to ward off the chill. Even his head was as exposed to the elements as
the rest of him because it was truly bald. The boy wet himself under the orc’s
stern glare, but then he put on a show of bravado.
“You can’t hurt me
either, you dumb brute!”
The orc gently placed
his hand on the kid’s orderfied barrier. He didn’t try to break it. The boy’s
knees knocked despite his taunts and barbs.
“Those who are
empowered by Order the First Born are feeble before Lady Chaos the Matriarch.
In her name, bow down.”
Like flipping a switch,
the second layer disappeared and the boy was left with his personal barrier.
His shiver had nothing to do with the cold. The hand passed through his barrier
and landed on his head. It was big enough to encompass his head entirely.
“That was a basic
anti-ordercraft spell. If you completed your training, it wouldn’t have worked
on you. Now you’re dead.” To Eric, he asked, “You all right? Civilians
shouldn't be here.”
“ Mercenary . Be grateful
I'm not charging for this.” He pointed his staff at the outlaw and braced
himself. The impact made him grit his teeth, but his barrier successfully
defended them both from a stray missile. “Or that.”
“A mercenary, huh?” the
outlaw said. He removed his hand. “Then
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