Walking Mage

Never tell me the Odds: ch9

Lynn walked on alone, passing deeper into the Commoners district.
The Homes here had a solid feel to them and the glazed windows were strong yet clear enough to see out of.

There was a stark contrast to the dingy and closed in feel of the poor district.  This made her think of Runner and the life that the child would have ahead.  Roar seemed to purr at the thought of Runner, but then the dragite gave out a low and dangerous growl.

An uneasy feeling crept up like a shadow over Lynn at the same time. Roar crouched on her shoulder like a cat about to pounce and it's tail began to flick back and forth in agitation.

Forgetting about Weavers and magic maps she began to take stock of her surroundings.  Here on the main way between the married Homes things appeared calm and quiet.

The ways between had a sparse amount of people on them and most of the building front food stalls had gone idle at this time of day. The cart vendors were sitting and talking to each other or napping, trying to relax some before the work rush hit them hard.

It should have felt peaceful to Lynn. Instead every warning bell was beginning to slowly ring in her head.  She had never felt this much apprehension in her life.

Roar took flight in a flurry wings. For a split second Lynn thought she could see the world from the dragite's rising view. In that view she thought she saw four men walking toward her. They had a black aura around them that no one else had.

Turning to look down a side way Lynn could see the very same four thug looking men, walking slowly toward her with deadly purpose.

If the vision she had was true and her instincts were right, the four men had been spelled with a dark magic. A spell like the one that made Bannerman Karl explode.

They had come to make sure she died this time.

Lynn knew she had prepared for more such attacks but from one maybe two attackers. Not from four at once, the odds were not in her favor. She would have to even those  odds and separate the threats.

Just as she thought this Roar came dive bombing out of the air at one of the thugs. Watching in fascination as the dragite tore the face and throat of the thug to shreds Lynn stood there as the others began to run at her.

In alarm she touched several of the silver and gold pendants hanging from her belt.

As the spells began to activate she felt the presence of another two people running up from behind her. The glowing orb popped into existence and shot at a thug, hitting him square between the eyes.

A ghostly wolf appeared before Lynn and bound off toward the last two thugs. Turning to face the two new threats the Mage was surprised to see that one was a Guard from the Tusk and the other was who she had thought was a errand man that had been at the park earlier.

The Guard was in regular clothing but Lynn knew him and liked the young man for his smile and wit. Jile was his name, she was sure of it.

As the errand man came closer she nearly shouted for joy for it was Captain Winters. Pulling a hidden short sword out of the bundle he had been carrying he charged past her to confront the attackers.

Jile held one long knife in both hands and stopped at Lynn's side, "Are you well, Lady Mage?"

Not answering for she was gathering spells, Lynn could only smile at him. The conjured wolf was fighting with a big thug and the Captain was finishing the other.

Roar had turned it's attention to the attacker that had been hit by the ball of light, who was now getting up again. Still dazed he was little match for the flapping fury that was Roar.  Then Captain Winters finished the man off.