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be. The man was a
Noram noble, but that didn't mean people with thousands of years of experience
couldn't influence him into taking action like this. If that was the case however,
he had to have a real chance of killing Timon, didn't he? Either very high
levels of fighting skill, or weapons that Tim wasn't ready to meet. That or it
was all about getting him to kill the man, for some reason. Or beat him and not
leave him dead? That was a mistake though, and a thing that wasn't going to
happen.
No, this would be to the death, but he had to assume the man
had come ready for a real fight, with a very well armed person. Some kind of
technology that he wasn't used to might do it.
Nodding again, to himself, Timon waited, trying to make sure
that they'd all be outside when he got there. That would work best, regardless
of what was going to happen. He was still in a combat rage at least and the man
had challenged him, and goaded him into the fight, so it was fair to kill him.
Legal even.
"Hang on. We'll meet you out front in... seven minutes?
Or I will at least. No need to drag Karl into this. He doesn't even know
me." His mouth felt full of mush and his words were slurring a bit. It was
a side effect of the state he was in. He'd be stronger, and faster too, as well
as casting aura out all over the place. Technically he wasn't certain if he had
a shield or not, but wearing one would work for that part of things. He let the
other people talk for a while, rage settling into his bones, making his breath
come quickly, as his eyes went from their normal brown color with clean whites
to bloodshot and itching.
Then he heard what he was waiting for. The grown man mocking
him for being late.
"Is he too afraid to show his face, even in a
rage?"
Timon motioned to Karl, who stepped out, without asking if
he were certain it was a good idea. After all, the definition of rage was that
a person was angry and unreasonable, wasn't it?
The second the door was secured, Timon rose into the air, to
about five hundred feet so he wouldn't hit any trees as he flew and was at the
castle about fifteen seconds later. He hadn't gone fast, since his silver craft
was so close to the ground. Not that fast, just enough for the people on
the ground to look up at him as he assessed the situation. Countess Printer was
near a man that looked to be in his fifties or so, but was big and strong
looking. Muscular as well as tall.
It was hard to see how much, so Timon moved a little closer,
still in the craft, which was all that saved him when the man pulled a tiny
black box from his rather nice tunic and pointed it at him. At first nothing
happened, but a half minute later there was a roaring, and then...
Everything went black as his shield kicked in and the ship
suddenly moved. He couldn't work out what had happened, but the others all had
vanished. That wasn't really the case, of course, it was just that something
had covered his craft, totally. From the sky.
"Heh. Stupid. I'm the Lord of the Sky." It
was a joke that Trice had made once. Still, he was trapped pretty well, and
couldn't fly in any direction at all. He was pushed against the ground, with
something over him, it seemed.
So he moved down. The earth wasn't soft there, with a lot of
rocks, but the fast craft moved anyway, forcing the dirt out of the way.
Slowly. It took a minute for him to move down far enough, or at least he hoped
it was. Then he had to move to the side.
Which didn't work. Going deep and trying again, three more
times, got results however. It took a long time, nearly fifteen minutes, but he
got out of the ground finally, to find that Baron Talley, if that's who he
really was, simply saw it happening and tried to use the same trick again. The
all black mass was sort of shapeless, like a cloud of shadow. Timon got it then.
A nano cloud. A very dense one made of a billion, or a billion-billion, little
devices. Maybe at least. It made sense, but that didn't dictate what the thing
had to be
Noram noble, but that didn't mean people with thousands of years of experience
couldn't influence him into taking action like this. If that was the case however,
he had to have a real chance of killing Timon, didn't he? Either very high
levels of fighting skill, or weapons that Tim wasn't ready to meet. That or it
was all about getting him to kill the man, for some reason. Or beat him and not
leave him dead? That was a mistake though, and a thing that wasn't going to
happen.
No, this would be to the death, but he had to assume the man
had come ready for a real fight, with a very well armed person. Some kind of
technology that he wasn't used to might do it.
Nodding again, to himself, Timon waited, trying to make sure
that they'd all be outside when he got there. That would work best, regardless
of what was going to happen. He was still in a combat rage at least and the man
had challenged him, and goaded him into the fight, so it was fair to kill him.
Legal even.
"Hang on. We'll meet you out front in... seven minutes?
Or I will at least. No need to drag Karl into this. He doesn't even know
me." His mouth felt full of mush and his words were slurring a bit. It was
a side effect of the state he was in. He'd be stronger, and faster too, as well
as casting aura out all over the place. Technically he wasn't certain if he had
a shield or not, but wearing one would work for that part of things. He let the
other people talk for a while, rage settling into his bones, making his breath
come quickly, as his eyes went from their normal brown color with clean whites
to bloodshot and itching.
Then he heard what he was waiting for. The grown man mocking
him for being late.
"Is he too afraid to show his face, even in a
rage?"
Timon motioned to Karl, who stepped out, without asking if
he were certain it was a good idea. After all, the definition of rage was that
a person was angry and unreasonable, wasn't it?
The second the door was secured, Timon rose into the air, to
about five hundred feet so he wouldn't hit any trees as he flew and was at the
castle about fifteen seconds later. He hadn't gone fast, since his silver craft
was so close to the ground. Not that fast, just enough for the people on
the ground to look up at him as he assessed the situation. Countess Printer was
near a man that looked to be in his fifties or so, but was big and strong
looking. Muscular as well as tall.
It was hard to see how much, so Timon moved a little closer,
still in the craft, which was all that saved him when the man pulled a tiny
black box from his rather nice tunic and pointed it at him. At first nothing
happened, but a half minute later there was a roaring, and then...
Everything went black as his shield kicked in and the ship
suddenly moved. He couldn't work out what had happened, but the others all had
vanished. That wasn't really the case, of course, it was just that something
had covered his craft, totally. From the sky.
"Heh. Stupid. I'm the Lord of the Sky." It
was a joke that Trice had made once. Still, he was trapped pretty well, and
couldn't fly in any direction at all. He was pushed against the ground, with
something over him, it seemed.
So he moved down. The earth wasn't soft there, with a lot of
rocks, but the fast craft moved anyway, forcing the dirt out of the way.
Slowly. It took a minute for him to move down far enough, or at least he hoped
it was. Then he had to move to the side.
Which didn't work. Going deep and trying again, three more
times, got results however. It took a long time, nearly fifteen minutes, but he
got out of the ground finally, to find that Baron Talley, if that's who he
really was, simply saw it happening and tried to use the same trick again. The
all black mass was sort of shapeless, like a cloud of shadow. Timon got it then.
A nano cloud. A very dense one made of a billion, or a billion-billion, little
devices. Maybe at least. It made sense, but that didn't dictate what the thing
had to be
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