You know when accusing someone of being a looter to try and distract her from killing me, I would never have imagined the real looters would then show up. Its such a strange thing, like a horrible self fulfilling prophecy (I've tried this "power" with calling up good things, still waiting on those). The men advancing on us looked like the kind of unsavory sorts that you'd make up to scare children, not be real people who are somehow within Ronerawth territory (and not near a border, so they slipped across somehow without alerting ANYONE? Seems really confusing). I had the girls grab the horses and move them into the cave (at the time I was thinking for them to get eaten by something in the cave, I'm really cynical about horses I'll admit). Trix took her holsters off her horse and had them laid out flat in front of her, I'm sure there was a system there, but not being one to use different types of ammunition, I couldn't tell you what it was.
"Jara lay down a field of ice." A bullet wizzed past my ear, I didn't think they were close enough, but my almost gone ear seemed to say otherwise. Jara nodded and conjured a moderate bit of ice (she was still a novice at magic, despite having had some practice fighting the flesh creatures).
"Sara?"
"Burn them all down?" Sara was a bit over eager in the fire magic, which in a world that is afraid of magic users could get her killed, or at the very least locked up forever.
"No you don't have the skill to even approach that," I'll admit kind of an ass as a teacher, " Need you to burn the grass between us and them."
"And mess up our sightlines?" Trix seemed completely ok with the magical usage until it messed up her shooting.
"And theirs, what, are you worried about them getting close? I'll protect you."
"The protection of an old man with his daughters? Man I feel so safe, I don't even know why I brought a rifle." Her sarcasm was wounding, wounding, I may have even shed a tear. Though that was more because of the smoke from the burning grass than actual sadness. I also didn't have time for a biting remark because the first looters had come through the ice and grass fire (I won't remark on what happened to the horses when they hit the ice, just think that they all went to sleep...) Trix did better than my expectation of hooker who stole someones horse and killed a couple right off the bat, one of them even exploded after the fact due to one of her weird bullets. I for my part didn't want to be shown up by a woman (not because I'm a sexist, because I'm self centered, in the story of Trezlan I am the main character, literally in the case of his journal). I brought a couple down with pistol shots and then scorched a couple more. I was about to trumpet my success when a couple of Trix's explosive bullets killed four guys entirely. We actually dealt with the looters so fast I didn't even have to reload (I say we, but I kind of really mean Trix did it much to my chagrin).
"You were waiting for those guys? They seem kind of buffoonish not that dangerous."
"Well they did have numbers, but you and your girls weren't entirely useless Trezlan."
"Thanks... I think?"
"Now if you'll excuse me Trezlan, I need to get back to doing what I was doing before you showed up."
"Turning tricks?" Cheap shots they are what I'm best at.
She scowled at me and Sara and Jara laughed (at least someone found it funny), "If you must know I'm looking for a relic here."
"Excellent so are we." I wasn't actually looking for anything, the ruins were supposed to be mostly empty and this was really a chance to get away from Ronerawths eyes and have the twins dig in something and not cause any harm to the real world. Alas as most of my plans what I wanted to happen, and what did happen were two vastly different things. But thats for tomorrows entry!
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