"I'm stuck," I muttered, the pain still not having really hit. Suddenly Sige was over me - he snapped the arrow off just above the skin and lifted me off of it, leaving the other end embedded in the deck. Errod was already fumbling for a potion, but we hadn't been wearing our gear; it was a party, we were relaxing. Nobody was supposed to be getting perforated.

Human Calliope leaned over me and pulled my dress down, muttering about the possibility of threads from it being in the wound. Satisfied, she began whispering and a white mist poured from her hand - I couldn't see the wound well, but I felt it closing up. It hurt like hell for a second, and then not only did the pain vanish but as a bonus I felt completely sober. "Whew, thanks!"

"You should... possibly not thank me yet," she said, and poked at my chest - not where the arrow had gone in, a bit lower... right where that tangle of chaotic magic was. Oh no. I'd been keeping myself drained of mana just to minimize the damage and now some wild magic - which tended to have leftover mana anyway, a reason many places had banned it - had been used almost directly on the spot.

She hadn't known, and she was saving my life. For all I knew that had clipped my heart, or hit a huge artery - maybe I was going to bleed out in seconds if I wasn't healed. But still, if whatever had happened was something she could see... I tried to look down at my own chest, but couldn't get a good angle on it. I flopped out of Sige's arms and pulled my dress back up for now; hopefully Sige wasn't going to make any comments, but with how much more casual people here were about nudity it seemed like it was probably only embarrassing to me.

Did I have enough mana to use divination and find out where that fucking arrow had come from? It was an amazing shot, I'd been laying down surrounded by people. The deck of the airship was also high up, so to have any hope of getting a look at me... ah. Only one side of us had buildings nearby where they would have a vantage point. I ducked into the cabin and grabbed my armored coat and knives, then scrambled onto Shitheel as he snapped at me. I popped his tether loose, and he eagerly rushed down the ramp.

I could hear that the others were following me as they yelled for me to wait, but I didn't have time. The asshole who had pincushioned me wouldn't just sit around. I pulled the jacket on, squeezing Shitheel with my thighs, but got my bandolier of knives stuck in the sleeve. Okay, so maybe I wasn't completely sober.

Going into my memory palace was free with the bracers, which I never took off except briefly while bathing. But divination? Still close, free by most people's standards, but not literally free - and I had been keeping my tank at empty. Still, I only needed one second. How long would it take an arrow to follow a ballistic path from one of those buildings to me? Backwards from the moment of impact about that far, look at the buildings, and...

I only got a flicker of an image before I was shunted out of my memory palace by the shock of using more mana than I had - it wasn't a big deal, nothing like what I'd done before I knew I was using magic, and thankfully I'd done what I needed to. I knew which building it was, though I hadn't seen more than a silhouette of two people.

Random people just trying to do some shopping screamed and jumped out of the way as Shitheel charged along the street. I could feel his joy at causing panic and chaos - this was his element. Last time we'd done this we were being chased by bounty hunters, but despite the fact that he had almost been flung into the air by a guy with gravity magic and then later stabbed by an asshole, it felt like it had been a bonding experience for us. He'd been nicer to me after that - he'd still hiss and try to bite me, but the bites weren't as hard and he kicked way less.

As we approached the building - a rather ugly wooden structure that looked especially bad when compared to the fancy architecture on either side of it - I spotted some people walking away through the crowd. One had a bow that he was un-stringing, and the other... well, I could only see the back of his head but I was pretty sure I knew who he was. It would be stupid to attack them in the middle of the street, of course, but now that I'd caught up I could follow them quietly. Maybe my friends would even catch up, and we could all deal with this together.

Keeping Shitheel at a stroll, I watched as the men in front of me laughed about the attempted murder - probably they'd started downstairs before seeing that I wasn't dead. I glanced behind us, but still didn't see the others yet. No problem. Worst case scenario I'd lose them, but now that I knew who it was I could go and get him at his place of business. What did I know about Kraiklin?

He was a sleazeball. He had some cousin he thought was important, a minor noble from somewhere. Kraiklin had also been on the team that had found the lost Duminere in the original timeline, which is why we'd interviewed him for the job the second time around. He had tried to kill me, and probably I'd gotten at least some of his crew killed by tixmin - the cat-gorilla things that had been all through the jungle we were training in. This archer guy might be a replacement - he for sure wasn't one of the ones I'd seen before.

Anyway, this was probably just a simple revenge thing. Hmm. I was mad that he'd tried to kill me, but this didn't seem like some huge deal. I could probably just do it the right way, report him to the authorities. Man. I was being so chill and responsible. I hadn't attacked him and his buddy in the street, and now I wasn't even planning on killing him in private. I gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back for being so grown-up.

Shitheel stopped dead and his nostrils flared. A deep clicking growl started from somewhere in his chest.

Oh no.

"Shitheel, we're being calm. Calm and non-violent."

Hiss, said Shitheel. And I knew what that hiss meant. He knew who we were following now, he'd gotten the scent, and he very much remembered getting stabbed. I felt his muscles bunch up.

"No no no no, wait!"

He did not wait.

Slaloming around the innocent bystanders - probably to avoid losing momentum rather than because he cared about trampling people - Shitheel rapidly closed on Kraiklin and hit him in the spine with that reinforced bony plate so hard that his body flew, ragdolling, more than ten feet through a large glass window. It was the most impressive impact I'd ever seen, and sadly it also flung me after him.

Thanks to Hugh's brutal training I landed with minimal damage - I hadn't been able to tumble to my feet like I would have wanted because a wooden railing got in my way, but I also didn't break anything. I scrambled up and took a look around, and saw that most of the bystanders had scattered, though few had gone very far. No sense in missing the show. The guy with the bow was looking at me in horror, but I wasn't sure if it was because I'd just maybe killed his friend, or because he knew I was the one he'd tried to murder.

I was tempted to jump back on Shitheel and make a run for it. I didn't want to get arrested for what Shitheel had done, nor did I trust the authorities to listen to my explanation. The guy with the bow looked at me nervously, blurted out "It wasn't my idea!" and ran. Huh. So he did recognize me. I saw some eyebrows raise among the scattered onlookers, which implied they'd heard it too and were interested in the drama. Well, that was probably a good thing for me.

I walked over to the window Kraiklin had flown through and looked inside, and much to my surprise he wasn't there. It was just broken glass, blood, and... ah. An empty potion bottle. Still, that was impressive as hell. Maybe he'd managed to use a force field at the last second or something, it was hard to imagine him being in any shape to even drink a potion.

A man came up to the window from the inside, looking at me warily. I smiled, in what I hoped was a non-threatening way, and fished around in my very cool side pouch - which was totally different from a lame Earth fanny pack for reasons too obvious for me to think of - and grabbed some of the money I'd taken from Grunkle. "Sorry about the drama, how much for the window?"

He relaxed a little, but still looked nervous. He gave me a number, and I handed him a half again as much since I got the vibe he was trying to actually not quote me too much and I figured a little extra for good will would be a smart idea. The crowd was dispersing now that it was clear nobody was dead or about to fight, and it was about then that Sige and Errod showed up.

"Hey. Errod, it was that Kraiklin guy. And some other dude, I didn't recognize him. I was worried about the city watch or whatever picking me up because Shitheel here went nuts when he smelled Kraiklin, but now I'm remembering that Good Charl has like... next to no guards that aren't private security."

Sige shrugged. "Yeah, but there are some. You'd still get in trouble if you killed a guy." He looked at the broken window, then at one of Kraiklin's boots which was laying in the middle of the street. "You uh... you fucking kill the guy, or what?"

"Nah. I could have Shitheel try to track him, maybe? But I don't know that he would do it."

Errod frowned. "Moskar aren't really trackers. It's possible it would work, but I doubt it. I don't like just leaving him out there though... what if he tries again?"

"Well, I don't know that he'll be eager to give it another shot. Honestly, it's amazing he didn't instantly die from how hard Shitheel hit him. But I know where he works, or where he used to work anyway. Let's just head over, see if he's stupid enough to go there."

I was barefoot, but I didn't care much about that. Errod had grabbed his entropic chain mail shirt and his sword, and Sige... well, Sige never really needed any gear. The others were presumably still on the ship, but that wasn't a surprise. I hadn't really expected Grunkle or Calliope to come running after me. As we speed-walked down the street, Sige sidled closer. "So uh, when you say you ate Connie's ghost..."

"The minds and souls are mixed. So one of each person is in my domains in Ematse or Erima, and one of each is in the ghost. We're fully blended, but the body is the one you knew as Calliope and my memories of being Connie are mostly degraded. Actually, I have those back now but they're... not indexed. Like, I can go and find them, but I won't remember them very well off the top of my head."

"Fucking wild. Okay. I guess congratulations on surviving death." It was nice how often my friends took this shit in stride. Partly it was probably just being used to magic, and growing up with all sorts of crazy legends and stories. Also, I guess Katrin and Errod just thought I was crazy at first, and Sige still didn't know about some of it. But whatever.

We were almost there when Shitheel flared his nostrils again, and stalked over to a nearby corner where we found a bit of blood, which was an encouraging sign - but it also forced us to stop and have a conversation about what the actual plan was. We were, after all, in the middle of a city. If he died in his own office it would be hard to argue that it was self defense and not us breaking in to attack him.

The others agreed, and in fact Errod seemed to already have planned the next steps. "Calliope, you can go to the city guards - you're out of mana anyway, and you're the one that was attacked. You're also the fastest, since Shitheel will let you ride him most of the time. Sige and I will watch the building in case they leave."

I knew it was me having a case of main character syndrome, but I didn't want to be the one that went for the guards. I wanted to storm the building and attack. So what if I didn't have mana? Errod didn't have mana - okay he did, but he didn't have anything he could do with it. He did have a way cooler magic weapon than me, and his other reasons were good. But... I didn't want them to be.

Sige told me how to recognize a guard station - I was right that there weren't many of them in Good Charl, which made me wonder how bad crime was in the residential areas where there were no private guards... it was possible that past the flashy main streets with all those wild unique buildings this place sucked.

When I got there I told them the basics, with some minor embellishments. This guy was mad we turned him down for a profitable job, he tried to kill me once before outside of their jurisdiction, now he and his buddy shot me with an arrow that would have killed me if my friend hadn't had a healing potion - I wasn't going to mention wild magic because I couldn't remember its legal status here - and we had followed them to their place of business. Furthermore, my friends were very very mad about the attempted murder and if the guards didn't show up right now...

They got up, grudgingly, and followed me back. When they saw Shitheel the older one sighed. "Did you maybe use your mount to headbutt this guy through a window? We got some reports."

"That was after the arrow, and it was because the moskar remembered this guy stabbing him. I'll keep him under control. And I paid for the window."

The guard sighed again, but dropped it. I described both Kraiklin and the guy with the bow, but managed to avoid talking about the fact that there had been a bounty on me and possibly still was. They didn't move as quickly as I'd hoped, but thankfully when we arrived Errod was there waiting; Sige was, presumably, hiding around the back. The guards marched right up and knocked on the door, then knocked louder and yelled that they'd force their way in if needed. Just before they started pounding a third time, the guy with the bow opened the door.

"Uh, hi. Hello. Can I help you?" His eyes kept darting to me, and I was sure the younger guard noticed.

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The older one sighed deeply. "You own a bow, son?"

"I... yes, um. Yes, for... hunting, and for killing monsters. Uh. I'm working as a mercenary."

"And were you using it within the city limits tonight?"

He was sweating. Archer guy was bad at this. "No? No. No, sir, I wouldn't... uh. Um. So, okay actually, see, I did have my bow with me. Tonight, I mean. I had it, but I wasn't using it. If, you know, if someone saw me with my bow that... it wasn't strung even, I was just taking it here. To be ready. We've got a job in the morning, see, and I wanted to be ready to go."

The two guards leaned together and whispered, then chuckled about something. When they leaned away again they just stared at the shooter for a moment. Finally the younger one spoke. "Let me see your bag, then."

"My - my bag? I don't keep my bow in a bag."

The older guard shook his head. "No, son. The bag for your trip tomorrow. You wanted to have your bow all here and ready, surely you also got your other things together. Some clothes, water, maybe rope - you guys always have some rope on hand, right?"

The archer swallowed and took a half step back, but one of the guards had a hand on the door so it would be hard to pull shut. He looked at me again, and then tried to pretend he hadn't. I felt embarrassed just watching it. "Oh, a bag. Right. Well, I left my bag. At my house."

The older guard nodded. The younger turned to him and said, conversationally, "Seems a waste, to make two trips."

Panicking, the Archer tried to plug the hole in his story instead of keeping his mouth shut. "Well, it was an accident. I, uh, I was going to make one trip and then I left it at my house. Where I live."

"Ah, I see. I see. Totally understandable," the younger guard said. "So let's go to your house, and we'll find a packed bag right there by your door. Right? Or - this might be faster - we can take you to the courthouse and have the Truth Officer ask you a few questions."

A force field appeared in the doorway, and the archer vanished deeper into the building. Kraiklin had clearly decided this wasn't going to end well. I jumped onto Shitheel's back, and he deftly flung me off and bit the back of my leg. Asshole. I scrambled up and punched him as hard as I could on the edge of his battering-ram head, and then got on again - this time he decided it wasn't worth it, and we charged around the back of the building.

Sige had someone in full plate armor locked in a full Nelson, their war hammer laying off to the side. Oddly, the handle looked hollow. Kraiklin and the archer burst out a second later, and a force field popped up between us too late; one of my knives slammed into Kraiklin's shoulder and the enchantment caused it to dig all the way in with a terrible cracking sound. The archer, poor bastard, slammed right into the force wall and bounced off, landing on his ass.

This wasn't going great for them.

Errod and the guards were right behind me, so they got to hear Kraiklin yelling. "You stupid bitch! How are you not dead? He shot you in the fucking heart!"

"Hey, thanks for confessing! That makes this easier and funnier. Have a good time in Tarmestal, I guess?" Belatedly, a little voice reminded me that Errod probably wouldn't think that was a funny thing to say. Shit. A reference to the extraplanar prison colony his dad was stuck at. Great joke, Calliope.

And then another person in full plate walked out, but I couldn't pay any attention to the armor. I could only look at the weapon he was holding. A long, flat wooden paddle lined on both sides by rectangles of dark metal. Like a cricket bat with razor blades along the edges. I vaguely remembered seeing something similar on Earth, some... Aztec weapon, maybe, but more importantly I'd seen this specific one - in the vault when we'd found the lost Duminere.

I wanted to slow down time and really look at my growing Pepe Silvia style chart on the wall, but I didn't have the mana. What did I know off the top of my head? Kraiklin had been on the job to find the Duminere in the original timeline. Why? Who was he working for? How had they known where it was?

Some noble from the Free States had bankrolled it, according to Helma, who had been looking into it in the old timeline - and this one until I stole her face, not sure if she was still going to give that report with all the chaos - which is how I'd found out about the Duminere. Kraiklin had a cousin that was some sort of minor noble, and when he'd been threatening me in the jungle he'd said his cousin had questions for me. Probably 'how the fuck did you beat me to the Duminere' or something.

Presumably he was a descendant of whoever had been in that tomb in the Necropolis. Okay. So he found out about an old family treasure, hired his cousin's mercenary troupe to accompany him, and got an ancestral weapon out of it. Except in this case, he didn't... so he stole it from the auction house. Two people, heavily armed and armored. Like these two in the plate mail. Well, that was a few minor mysteries solved - not ones I'd particularly cared about before now though.

The cousin was stalking towards Sige, who clearly wasn't going to be able to yank the person he'd grappled into another plane while we were in the city. I didn't want this to become a two-on-one and didn't see an easy way through the force wall. Back in my memory palace I'd been frantically looking through a copy I had made of Helma's journal, and finally hit a name. "Hey Kraiklin, why didn't cousin Heriutze get you matching armor? Does he not care if you die, or what?"

As I'd hoped, Heriutze stopped and looked at Kraiklin. "She knows who I am? Inconvenient. No matter. We'll kill them all."

Hmm. Okay, not quite what I'd hoped for. I'd wanted to pull someone towards me so I wasn't standing here being useless. I heard footsteps pounding behind me - that was Errod for sure - and readied a knife. If anyone could get me an opening it was going to be Errod.

He charged past me, sword raised, and as he reached the force wall he swung down. The Sword of Density hit like a meteor, and the force wall instantly shattered - Kraiklin staggered back with a gasp, and then screamed as my knife plunged into his chest. He dropped to the ground and started frantically pawing at his pockets, presumably for another potion.

The archer started to run, but while Errod was clearly ignoring him Heriutze was not. He lunged, weapon striking out, and nicked the back of the archer's neck - it didn't look like enough to do anything, but the man dropped to the ground without making any effort to brace for the fall. I wasn't certain, but he sure looked dead. Well, fuck me. Killing your minions for a lack of loyalty or whatever was some ridiculous movie villain shit.

That attack cleanly flowed into a swing at Errod, and I instead went to help Sige finish off the other one who was somehow still struggling. The armor was quite thorough, and Sige didn't seem to have a good way to choke them out or anything - I was pretty sure he was trying to remove the armor, but he wasn't having any luck there either.

I slid to a stop with another knife already in hand, but the armor somehow didn't have any gaps at all. The helmet had a big wide slit to look out of, but it was filled with some sort of glass or crystal. The joints had some openings, but there was super fine chain mail underneath. Sige and I were both strong and good at kicking people's asses, but we weren't really made for getting through a tank.

Oh. There was a war hammer, right there. Duh.

I grabbed it and swung, and while the pick end didn't make it through it dimpled the plate inwards. It was something, at least. While Sige held them down I swung again and again, doing my best to hit the same spot each time. Finally I punctured through, and in response lightning arced out of the armor right into both of us. My hands tightened involuntarily on the war hammer's shaft, but I fell to the ground and lay there twitching.

Sige had already been on the ground, but his spasming caused him to drop the hold. His captor pulled free and stood, shaky and panting. The lightning stopped, but I knew it was going to take me a moment to recover and it was possible I'd be killed in the meantime. I glanced over at Errod, and saw that amazingly he hadn't been able to win his fight yet.

The two ancestral blades clashed, the Sword of Density not seeming to have any extra mass behind it, and it slid between two of the rectangular blades. With a twist of the weapon, Heriutze nearly yanked the sword out of Errod's hand and he had to pull it sideways to disengage - leaving him open to an attack. He dodged, but a look passed over his face as if he'd suddenly gotten dizzy for a moment.

I remembered Sige recoiling after reaching towards that weapon, and the way he had insisted that Mila make a stone box to transport it in so nobody could accidentally touch it. It was possible that even if it missed, just passing so close to Errod was taking something out of him.

One of the guards charged in from Heriutze's blind spot to tackle him, but I couldn't see what happened next because the other one grabbed me and hauled me up to take the war hammer away. I almost headbutted them on instinct, which would have been a ridiculously bad idea. I was expecting them to kill me - I still hadn't really recovered from the lightning - but instead they threw me aside and whipped up the war hammer to point it at Errod.

He was charging in, about to swing down on his fallen opponent. The other ancestral blade was laying just an inch or two out of reach, which was hopefully enough to seal the motherfucker's fate - but then the warhammer launched something out of the hollow handle. It was a fucking gun? That felt like cheating. The bullets hit Errod in rapid succession, and I saw the flicker from his shield brooch. Once, twice, three times all in the space of a half second - and then the fourth and fifth shot made it through. He wasn't hit in the head, thankfully, but it made him flinch and fuck up his attack, shattering the street instead.

Sige grabbed the one with the war hammer by the ankle and yanked, causing them to flop to the ground with a sound like a whole shelf of pots collapsing. Then a wild blast of green energy came down from the rooftop. The wild mage had arrived - I'd really assumed she was just going to wait for us back at the ship.

The crackling energy hit both of them, and I heard a surprisingly feminine scream from the one who had been wielding the war hammer. Then she stopped, as Heriutze grabbed her hand. The green light was nearing him and just... vanishing. Okay, so... either he had some sort of very potent Entropy ability, or it was the ancestral blade again. Or both, possibly.

A force wall, barely visible, flickered into view. Calliope had stopped her attack, but in the meantime Sige had pulled his hand away to keep from being caught in it - meaning he was now cut off from grabbing them again. Both sides regrouped, and none of us looked happy. The older guard - the one that had tackled Heriutze - was on the ground and not breathing. He was on the wrong side of the force wall though, so we couldn't even try to do anything about it.

We didn't have an answer for that weapon, but Kraiklin and the one with the war hammer had both come very close to dying, and even with the ancestral blade Errod had come close to ruining cousin Heriutze's day. Well, only one way to proceed then.

"Hey everyone," I said loud enough for our opponents to hear, "the second they make a move towards us we kill Kraiklin. He can't keep the walls up forever and we have multiple people that can shatter it in one hit." That was a lie, probably, though it was possible Calliope could do it if she really put as much as possible into the attack. Errod was the only one that I knew for sure could immediately overwhelm Kraiklin without repeated hits.

"The second he's dead, everyone focus fire on the one with the war hammer. I've already put a hole in her armor, and she can only borrow the entropic effect if she's holding hands with the wanna-be noble."

He took a step forward. "I can kill any one of you with a single touch of my family's blade." Even trying to sound super threatening, he had that spoiled rich kid kind of tone. Also, maybe, he sounded a little like Aestrid for some reason.

"Yeah, dumbass. And my brother here can keep you too occupied to actually do that while we murder the others. When it's down to just you, how long do you think you'll last? We're already drawing bystanders, how do you think you're getting out of the city? Are you going to just carve your way out? This place is full of mercenaries for hire, and I'll follow behind you promising a fortune in pins to end your pathetic existence. You're going to be getting shot at from every fucking rooftop from here to... well, it doesn't matter where. You won't make it to the end of the street."

I wasn't even sure to what extent I was bluffing. Some of that had to be true, right? Other people would eventually join in, wouldn't they? Well, maybe not once they saw how deadly he was. And it's not like I could prove to anyone that I would pay them. Still... he had to know that he needed an exit strategy... and we really were starting to gather a crowd. "Also, that other guard that was with us went for reinforcements," I added, though it was possible he'd just run the fuck away. I hadn't even seen him go.

He nodded, slowly. "Fine. Another day." They turned and started walking away from us, keeping the force wall in between.

I started to breathe a sigh of relief that it was over for now, but it died in my throat as I located the other guard. He'd somehow ducked into a building to get around the force wall, and popped out through a window. He charged, a short club in one hand and a dagger in the other, ready to avenge his coworker. There was no way he was going to accomplish anything other than getting himself killed.

While I couldn't see her face behind the mask, I was sure Calliope was annoyed at being in a position where she had to save this idiot... but she was the only one who could, since she was on the rooftop, and she decided to do the right thing.

Kraiklin's clothes burst into flames, and he reflexively threw a force wall up around himself - not only did this not help at all, but it dropped the other one which allowed us to all run forward. While I wasn't certain about the others, my main plan was to grab the guard and haul his ass out of there. I wasn't at all confident that I'd be able to stop either of the people in armor.

Heriutze pressed the flat side of his ancestral blade against Kraiklin's wall and it vanished, followed quickly by the flames - but he looked like a burnt hot dog, and collapsed to the ground screaming. The guard had caught up and attacked but it didn't do jack shit, as expected - and now that Kraiklin was extinguished he was surely about to be murdered.

I was so close. I was right there, but the armored woman was in my way and about to attack me with her war hammer. She'd been distracted, though, and hadn't realized how fast I could run. That meant she had started to raise it hollow end first in order to shoot me, and then at the last moment swivel it around for melee use. This... was not a good choice. She should have just committed.

I didn't have time to get past her, I couldn't penetrate her armor, and I and couldn't quite reach the guard as that ancestral blade swung around towards him. There was one thing I could do, however. I shoved her, ramming my shoulder into her as hard as I could, and she hit the guard. They both tumbled, and the blade swished right over the guard's head and into the woman.

It cut right into her arm three inches or so below the shoulder despite the plate armor, and she made this pathetic choking sound - Heriutze jumped back, pulling the weapon away as fast as he could, but it was clear he'd done some serious damage. She wasn't dead, but she was almost falling down and that one arm was flopping around. I grabbed the guard, who was unconscious - probably from the blade passing so close to his head - and dragged him away as fast as I could. Calliope sent blasts of energy at the woman, but only the first did anything since after that they'd joined hands again and were protected by that powerful entropic field.

Errod was standing by rather than attacking, and I noticed blood pooling at his feet. One of those shots had gotten through his chain mail. I was still pretty satisfied with letting them run for now, but we were all still too close to each other, and we were jumpy, and basically if anyone moved we were all going to be hitting each other again. This kind of situation didn't really lend itself to people walking away.

And then the street behind them shifted. It was like the whole thing rotated, and suddenly I saw another person standing there holding a crossbow, with a sack of food spilled at his feet. Oh, yeah. The spatial distortion guy. I guess he survived. Bad time to be out on a snack run, maybe Kraiklin should have planned ahead before he tried to go off and murder someone, so that he could have had his whole crew together.

Heriutze lashed out and just barely clipped Sige's finger before dashing backwards and hauling the other armored one through the spatial bend. Kraiklin stumbled through as well, and then it folded away and they were gone. Presumably they were somewhere very close, I didn't think they could twist space around over too great a distance, but it didn't matter. The fight was over. Errod drank a potion and handed another to Sige, whose right arm was dangling from that last attack. He drank it, but after a moment his hand still wasn't moving right.

He sighed, picked up the unconscious guard, and looked right at me. "I should have known back when you got us into a fight with Telen and the Behemoth. You're a fucking danger magnet, aren't you? Shit. Man, I'm too high for this. Let's get this fucking guy somewhere safe and then go to bed. I'll deal with the fallout of this fucking bullshit tomorrow."

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