Her impression of Lux so far was that he was an asshole who still clung to the old ways. "Just come over together! We're losing time!" she called across the space dividing them. Perhaps trying to build team comradery was a stupid idea. But she didn't want to stop now.
She jumped up and down...
Well shit. She'd hit him. Not well enough apparently because he was still standing. Only his arm hung limp and that didn't seem to bother him because he was already reacting. Run or stay? With one arm numb he'd be at a disadvantage, right? The young woman let her magic gather into her palms...
Adda froze as the elf looked in her direction. Was she spotted? Did she pounce now? If she jumped out would that work? For all her training she still struggled with hesitating. Her brain always whirred for the best strategy and to make it worse she didn't understand elvish and what sounded...
The sounds of magic colliding with magic, with the earth, with her surroundings, and with flesh rung in her ears. The battle had already begun. She could hear the people of the village screaming as they realized they were under attack and hid in their homes. Or were killed and injured. It was...
Adda had volunteered to go along with the company of dreadlords to protect the village of Vel Sain. It would serve a two-fold purpose: to give her experience and begin building her reputation so people (Lux) would remember her name! The short dreadlord initiate was still irritated that her...
Her plan was already hitting snags because the rest of her classmates had left already. Her plan had been to alternate between lightest and heaviest. The lightest would go first and mark any stones that were too dangerous to use. Then a couple of their bigger classmates. And of course rope...
Every part of their training was a test so Adda failed to see why they bothered calling days like today tests. It was just a slight change to their training, but she would do her best to make sure none of her classmates died today. She had her field med kit on as usual. It was practically a...
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