Terror Forty-Eight - Fight

Terror Forty-Eight - Fight

Terror Forty-Eight - Fight

This kinda sucks, I say.

Lily huffs from the other side of the table. Yeah. You still havent gone down.

I grin. Shes got a way with words, I guess. I dont usually want to hurt people, but Im considering it with Lily here. Shes a pain in the butt. I cant help but feel like I recognize her. Its not her magic, I dont think, thats foreign and strange--not that I have all that many magics to compare it to.

Its something else, something that I cant put my finger on.

Lily and I both start to walk around the table at the same time, going in opposite directions to keep the stacks of books between us as we size each other up.

My magics fine. I could use more disgust, but the wonderful thing about disgust is that it feeds into itself. Most emotions are like that. The longer this fight drags on, the stronger Ill be.

I have another advantage too. Lily used wind magic before. So that means that shes got a bit of Joy mage in her... actually.

Squinting, I take her in properly, assessing her for the first time. I should have done this sooner, but I was preoccupied.

[Lily Schild Defender of Humanity The Implacable]

Novice Firestorm Fighter

Initiate Beacon of Hope

What kind of classes are those? The Firestorm Fighter isnt too hard to guess at. Shes a close-range martial-artist that uses fire and wind magic. It sounds like an uncommon class--two types of magic would do that--but not something insanely rare. The Beacon of Hope class though, that sounds special.

How the heck did a monster become a Bookworm? Lily asks.

By reading lots, duh, I say. Oh, do you even know how to read?

I hope Felix didnt hear that, I want to hurt Lilys feelings, not Felixs. Actually, I should probably not taunt the fire mage.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

I like books, Lily said. They make for good kindling.

She flings her arm back then forwards, a long rope-like tendril of burning, spinning magic forming above her a moment before it snaps out towards me with a whipcrack.

I raise my arms and with a heavy whum, like a dictionary being dropped into a barrel full of flour, a black disk materializes before me.

The fire whip smashes into the shields and splashes apart.

Lily tsks and flicks her whip again. I move the shield to intercept, but shes not aiming for me.

A column of books to my side bursts apart, the whip slicing a tome along its spine and sending pages fluttering around. Pages that are distinctly on fire.

Uh, I say. You know, this place is dusty and filled with flammable materials, right?

I was counting on it, she says.

Oh, shoot.

I fling my shield to the side with a mental command, blocking her from lighting more books on fire.

Lily grins and a small fireball zips my way. I only barely manage to dodge it, which means that it rams into the side of an unlit lamp, one of those with a big glass bottom and a long chute at the top. The glass cracks and oil spills out across a deck covered in paper and inkwells. It takes all of a second for it to be burning bright behind me.

Its impressive magic.

Not one spell, but about four smaller, simple spells working in concert.

I climb to my feet, testing my weight with a hiss. Itll do, but Im going to want some ice for that later.

Miss Valeria!

Felix is next to the open doorway, arm waving above her. The cart is halfway out already, Esme pulling it ahead with slow, careful steps.

I glance at Lily, but shes preoccupied.

I guess running is an option.

Every step sends a twinge up my ankle, but I ignore it for now as I run down to the loading level, then sprint over to my friends. Push it out, I say.

Trying, its heavy! Esme grunts.

I slide to a stop next to her and put my weight into the push. The cart picks up some speed, Felix at the front tugging at it with all of her might. Where do we go? Felix asks.

Uh, left? Towards the courtyard.

Thats out in the open, Esme says.

Yeah, exactly.

She turns and presses in with her other shoulder. Everyone will be able to see us, she huffs.

I nod. I know. Its fine. We just need to be out near the centre of the courtyard. Trust me?

She stares at me for a moment, and I can see the calculation in her eyes. Fine, Ill trust you, she says.

I grin. Awesome! Thanks.

With momentum comes ease of movement, and the cart feels lighter as it picks up speed. The big wooden wheels on its side clatter across the cobbles and Felix whoops as we burst out of the building and into the open sunlit outdoors.

Hey, where are you going? An adult asks as we roll past.

Nowhere! I shout back.

He just stares at us as we take a turn a bit too wide and trample over some of the flowers growing next to the roadway.

Then I hear an explosion behind me and I feel the pit of my tummy dropping. A glance back reveals Lily, running out of the back of the building with the hem of her robes on fire and the air around her boiling.

Hey, what are you doing? the same clueless adult asks.

Shut up! Lily snaps back. You!

Were a good fifty metres away, and gaining.

Lily is faster.

Oh shoot, I say. Push! Push harder!

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