Chapter 96: Progress is Progress_Millennial Mage

Chapter 96: Progress is Progress

 T spat out a mouthful of sand, vaulting back to her feet with a motion simr to a pushup. My first impression was right. I hate this man.

 There had been snow on top of the courtyards sand, earlier that morning, but now there was mostly just wet sand.

 Rane was grinning at her, his massive sword held in a high guard. He wasnt even sweating as he stood solidly upon the soft ground, barefoot and just in close-fitting, short pants. His spell-lines were on full disy across his toned, tan flesh, ready to render her attacks meaninglessif she could evernd any.

 She growled and lunged at him again, her practice sword driving towards his heart.

 Force, Ranes sword, came down like an avnche. His reach was greater than hers, so she wouldntnd her strike before he hit her.

 She cursed, raising her weapon to defend herself.

 Even though she got her sword up in time to block, it didnt matter. Power flowed through Ranes weapon, and since she used her considerable strength to hold her weapon in ce, the marginally reinforced stick shattered.

 Ranes strike continued, catching her between her shoulder and neck.

 She was thrown to the ground like a sack of flour, even though Rane clearly pulled his attack after the initial contact. Her defensive scripts were getting a heavy testing.

 There were collective, audible intakes of breath, but no one gasped or cried out. Theyd seen this too many times to react that way any longer.

 Adam sighed from where he watched, sitting on one of the surrounding walkways. Mistress T. You cannot block him. That has been made incredibly clear. You are wasting practice weapons. Why do you still try to block?

 She swept the sand from her face, once again, rising a bit slower this time. Better to block than just let myself get hit?

 Did blocking help?

 No She grunted irritably. I even angled the de correctly that time. I know that I did.

 Rane nodded, resting Force on his shoulder. This sword cannot be deflected by a like-powered opponent, and your practice swords are mundane. My sword resists any acting force, except that exerted on the handle.

 One of the students called out from the side. What if she struck at his hands, instead of blocking the de?

 Adam pointed at the young woman. That is an excellent suggestion. If T read his expression correctly, hed been waiting for someone to suggest just that.

 The sand in Ts eyes and up her nose made her want to curse him for that. You could have suggested that yourself, earlier.

 If you cannot dodge, which Im beginning to wonder about, that would be an excellent thing to attempt. T understood him to be saying: You really should have thought of that, yourself.

 Fair enough.

 An assistant tossed T another wooden sword. She caught it with more practiced ease than she liked. Ive broken way too many of these

 Rane raised his long de high, once more.

 The next exchange finallysted more than a couple of movements. Ts probing strike at Ranes hands forced him to pull his blow, simply knocking hers aside.

 She was never able tond a strike, but the change in paradigm kept him from easily putting her down, yet again.

 Finally, Rane made a mistake. With a great sweeping movement, he struck upward.

 T stepped into the blow, dropping her left hand to catch the rising de, even as her sword-wielding-rightshed out.

 Force smacked her left palm so hard it stung, despite her inscriptions. She had braced the arm, and so it didnt copse before the blow. Instead, she was lifted just slightly from the ground. No opposing you with power, just weight, so our ranks dont factor into it. She grinned, adding more force to her own strike.

 Her sword connected with the side of Ranes heador it should have.

 The inscriptions on his head sparked to life, shimmering silver weaving through to activate dull copper, and Rane was suddenly moving along with her strike, the blow not quite connecting.

 As a result, Rane spun a full circle, feet over head, seeming to rotate around his abdomen. As he finished the rotation, Force whipped around, sweeping sideways.

 T almost attempted to block the blow but fought down the reaction just in time to duck under it,unching herself forward to tackle Rane.

 His scripts activated again, but this time it was to her advantage, as they moved him back and away, taking him to the ground just ahead of her. There, shended on him without having lost momentum from an earlier impact.

 She drove the wind from his lungs with her weight as she pinned him in ce. If she felt correctly, she might have even cracked a couple of his ribs. Sess!

 In a quick motion, she brought her sword around and rested the edge against his throat, one hand on the handle, one on the back of the de. She grinned down at him for an instant before Force struck her from the side.

 Rane had somehow used the fall to spin the de around, once more.

 She was sted from atop him, to drive a furrow through the sand and smash into the stone steps at the edge of the courtyard. What are these steps even made out of? Shed hit them often enough something should have broken

 She groaned, staring up at the clear, cold sky. Thats rusting idiotic. I won! If Id wanted to kill you, youd be dead.

 Rane lifted his feet, then kicked up to a ready stance. Gasping in sudden pain and clutching his abdomen.

 How did he do that on sand?

 The healer rushed forward and fixed him with a brief touch. Rane nodded his thanks to the healer, then regarded T. Yes, you could have, but you didnt.

 She frowned. What?

 You didnt deliver the strike. You didnt trust my defenses, or the waiting healer, so you hesitated.

 I didnt want to crush your throat, Master Rane.

 And if you had?

 She opened her mouth to respond, but then her eyes flicked to the healer, waiting off to one side. Oh She growled, then. Fine. She stood back to her feet. Again.

 She rushed for him with controlled, precise, thundering steps. This will take that grin from his face. She stuck her hand into Kit, grabbing for the repeating hammerand found nothing.

 For the first time in her memory, Kit hadnt offered up what she was reaching for. Because I lost it. I allowed it to starve. She slowed, causing Rane to hesitate.

 T nced down at Kit. Thinking of the now non-magic hammer. It came into her hand, and she drew it out of her bag.

 It was utterly, magically inert. The innate magic in the tool had copsed when it ran dry.

 T growled at the loss, then flung the hammer at Rane anyways.

 The next two hours were brutal. In the end, T only won once: Right after she threw the hammer, she tackled him again, while he was distracted. She was never able to replicate that initial moment of surprise, even by throwing other things, her practice sword included. She never won again.

 Even so, she improved,rgely due to the suggestions of those watching the bouts, and in the end, she could hold her own for long stretches before Rane inevitably drove her back into the sand.

 They finished out thest hour of the morning with weapons sparring between T and Adam, along with several other guards. That, thankfully, she excelled at, though it was simr to her unarmed conflicts with the Guards.

 They were much more skilled, but had no way of truly ending the fights, even when they could knock her down; there just werent enough of them to pin her on the ground. So, she always won by slow, incremental attrition. Not great for protecting someone else, but good practice.

 When high noon arrived, the ss was over, and the instructor assigned the students to write up detailed analyses of both Rane and Ts abilities and fighting styles, as well as how a unit of Guards could ovee each of them.

 T, for her part, immediately went to thepounds baths and did her utmost to clear herselfpletely of sand. She was mostly sessful.

 Following yet another vigorous self-scrubbing, she soaked and munched on banquet leftovers pulled from Kit. Her thoughts drifted back through the morningsbat. She felt stronger than ever, and her body was moving exactly how she wanted it to, but she still didnt have the experience to want the right movement for efficient victory.

 Give it time, T. She felt more connected to her inscribings, now that she was an Archon. Her body felt more her than ever before and those magics were an obvious, integral part of her as well.

 Rane seems to have gotten a simr benefit. She didnt begrudge him, that. She did wish that he hadnt been quite so brutal about showing his dominance. Rusting man. If I could use my sword, things would have been different.

 Still, theyd agreed that her weapon was just too dangerous to use in practice matches.

 Adam had been cagey on the subject, but T didnt press him. Not worth alienating my instructor.

 When she was done in the bath, she dressed, clicked her tongue to get Terrys attention from where he was sleeping in the corner of the room, and walked out into the cool, afternoon air.

 Ok. I have a few things I need to do before returning home. Lets get to it.

 * * *

 The rest of the week fell into a pattern for T, as the day of her next departure drew ever closer.

 Lyn had signed Rane and T up for a round trip to Makinaven and back, and Ts minder had agreed to the contracts, though T had yet to meet the Mage so assigned. T was going to meet her for dinner, the night before their departure, so at least she wouldnt be going in totally blind.

 The trip to Makinaven was purported to be a bit longer, time wise, and usually more dangerous than that to either Alefast or Marliweather. This was mainly because nearly two thirds of the journey went through the old-growth, southern forest, and unlike the trees that sprang up around the waning city of Alefast, these were not mostly clumped together with convenient paths around them.

 No. That would be too easy.

 In the worst case, they would have to circumnavigate around dense clusters of trees and other obstacles, searching for a path for the caravan, all while keeping it well defended.

 Lovely.

 If what T had learned was to be believed, the trees were truly massive, but the figures she found seemed too fanciful. She would have to see for herself. More than four times the height of the defensive towers? Unlikely.

 But that was an issue forter. Shed gotten a general understanding of the dangers, both arcanous creatures and otherwise. Shed trust to her minder to fill in the gaps.

 Around sparring for the benefit of up-anding Guardsmen, and to improve her own abilities, T did a few more minor errands.

 She sought out the alchemist shed worked with before and purchased more bars of iron salve: two ounces, silver.

 She convinced a cksmith to make her a steel, folding chair, sturdy enough that it could have been a stepstool for a thunder bull, while folding small enough to easily fit into Kit: four silver ounces. The result was surprisingly well contoured andfortable.

 She also bought a pair of thick-soled, simple leather shoes, in case she needed to walk in snow, again, which seemed likely: one ounce, silver. She did not want a repeat of the difort and pain shed experienced after being osted by the raven-ine. The cobbler seemed to notice her increased weight, likely noticing when he had taken measurements of her foot. Hed hemmed and hawed about it, not wanting to offend, but aftering to an understanding, hed hesitantly told her that the shoes wouldntst long under such an increased pressure. He didnt know if the pressure distribution scripts would increase their useful life, but he thought it was possible. Worth paying attention to, at the very least.

 Additionally, she hounded no fewer than six Constructionist Guild assistants, all of whom firmly maintained that there were no avable schemata for coffee incorporators, of any kind. Boma, likewise, remained cagey. Thankfully, she was allowed to purchase an acid incorporator now that she was an Archon: hydrochloric acid, specifically. Thirty silver ounces.

 With the incorporator, she received a warning and safety booklet, and a mandatory, hour-long lecture from Boma on the safe and legal uses of the device. Even with her full flow directed through it, using several void-channels, she could only produce a thin trickle of the stuff. For now.

 Even so, it was a useful tool to have at hand, if she found need.

 Through some light experimentation, T found that she could easily maintain a single, small void-channel to her body constantly. However, if she used other void-channels too much, she would have to copse all of them to properly recover. As such, she often yed with her void-channels on the side, while doing her other tasks, but never pushed too hard. Moderation, T. Slow progress is good progress.

 Given her soul-bound body, she no longer had to actively power her body or her scripts, since they had a direct connection to her gate, but she found it helped with efficiency to use a void-channel, nheless. The main result was that her keystone was under much less pressure. Hurrah! That willst longer, now.

 Finally, T socialized with Lyn daily, and Rane often enough. She ate well, using all three silver ounces of her budget on food each day, - fifteen ounces, silver -along with finishing out the food shed gotten from the banquet. And thest two days before departure, she charged her custom cargo-slots down at the work-yard.

 That, all told, filled her days quite nicely.

 * * *

 T lunged out of the way of the falling halberd de, blowing through half a dozen sword strikes, as the students strove to overwhelm her.

 They didnt even sting and her increased weight kept the blows from diverting her path too much, her downward pressure giving her surer footing, and she was getting better at posting her feet in opposition to iing strikes.

 Sheshed out, breaking limbs with precision, culling their numbers with ease, until an enemy thrust went between her knees and tangled her legs, causing her to stumble and fall, even as the weapon bent under the stress.

 Immediately, some dropped on her, trying to pin her down, as others grabbed madly at her limbs. Some used their weapons, driven into the soft ground, like pry-bars to lock her in ce.

 One star-cursed student decided the best solution was to jump on her head, driving her face into the coarse sand.

 She struggled, but eventually they got enough weight on her that she simply had no hope of breaking free any longer.

 She signaled her defeat, and they let her up.

 Adams voice rang out, from where he stood beside the other instructor. Why were you able to win?

 She couldnt cut us, one student said, in a dejected voice. He gasped as a healer realigned, then healed his broken forearm.

 We took her foundation from her, then took advantage of that, another answered.

 Adam nodded. You are both correct. When facing an opponent like Mistress T, containment is the best option, and you are fighting her when she is at a distinct disadvantage. Even so, he smiled. You did very well. Today is Mistress T and Master Ranesst day with us. Tomorrow, we will see how you fare against unfamiliar adversaries. I hope you are up to the challenge.

 T nced up into the cloudy sky. Almost noon, then. This group attack on her had been thest activity of the morning after shed fought Rane, then a group of senior guards, first armed, then unarmed.

 Rane still utterly dominated her, when he was armed, though he could never definitively end the fight. Her defenses were simply too good for that. I cant imagine what hell be able to do once he soul-bonds that sword. Even so, shed learned enough about his defenses that, unarmed, he couldnt hold her at bay, and she cinched victory fairly quickly, each time. True, she had to rely on her near immunity to his attacks, since he still outssed her, if not as much as Adam did, but victory was victory.

 The only change after a week of intense sparring with the senior guards was that she won more quickly, though still only by slow steps against their overwhelming skill. Progress is progress.

 Adam cleared his throat, bringing her attention back to the present, and she nced around. All the students were looking at her, thest of them having already been healed.

 She smiled. Thank you, all, for your help and feedback over thesest days.

 There were collective nods, Youre wees, and Of courses.

 Adam smiled. We wanted to thank you, as well. Very fewbat-oriented Mages are willing to allow their abilities to be so thoroughly explored and delved for weaknesses. Fewer still will let us test our hypotheses on them, directly. His smile widened. Truly, thank you.

 There were a chorus of agreements from the students.

 We wanted to give you a small gift, to say thank you for the time.

 Someone in the crowd shouted out an addition. And to tempt you back, when you return! A ripple ofughter moved through the group.

 Adam walked forward and held out a simple sheath. It was sized for a dagger and appeared to be incredibly intricately worked from a myriad of materials.

 It was sized for Flow.

 T took it, a slight frown creasing her forehead.

 Many magical weapons are too dangerous to train with, and as such, their wielders suffer from ack of practice. To correct that, the Constructionists have long made a study of methods to render them safe for training bouts. I am no Mage, but it was exined to me as a lensing item, that would allow you to better train with your particr bound weapon.

 T almost dropped the training tool in shock. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. AdamThis is perfect.

 He nodded, and the watching studentsughed. One in about the middle of the bunchmented, If you use that, you wont break us as easily.

 Nervous chuckles followed that pronouncement.

 This must have been quite expensive. At least a half ounce, gold, if her estimation was correct. Those that I remember were just a bit more expensive than incorporators. At the most basic level, it was just an advanced incorporator.

 In your training you broke dozens of training swords. His grin removed most of the reprimand. This was the only smart choice we could make, if were to ever have you back. Especially if you work with us long term, as some few Mages do. I just wish they could have had itpleted more quickly.

 Of coursesorry about all the weaponry.

 He waved that away. It was expected. After a moment he chuckled. Between you and Master Rane it was more extreme than anticipated, but thats why that makes sense. He nodded towards the item.

 She pulled Flow from her belt, momentarily keeping it in the simple leather sheath shed had it in since Alefast. That sheath came off and went into Kit, and she ced Flow into the new item. The sheath reacted to the movements of power around and through Flow, and subtly shifted shape so that it was a perfect fit. The effect was to make Flow simply appear to have a bit heftier, and dull, de. Even the sp to ce the sheath on her belt was designed for holding Flow in the sheath when it wasnt on her belt. Very streamlined.

 She tested the design, sping it to her belt easily; she removed it with equal ease. With a quick motion, she twisted the fastener to lock Flow in. Simple.

 She took a slow breath. Here it goes.

 She pushed her power into Flow, down the sword path. The de extended, until it was fully in its sword form.

 The sheath expanded likewise, thinning out and clinging more tightly to the de underneath. As T expected, the burden of power required to maintain this shape was increased, probably because the sheath was utilizing some of the magic in the weapon for its own transformation. Good, the training version should be harder to use.

 She tapped her open left palm with the edge of the sheath, and felt a whoomph of impact, like her hand had been struck with a particrly heavy pillow. T grinned, allowing Flow to contract.

 She met Adams gaze and nodded, before sweeping her eyes across the assembled crowd. Thank you, all. Truly.

 She took another half hour or so to speak with those who wanted to wish her well and bid them all a final goodbye. After that, she bathed, and applied her iron salve. Ive been without this defense for too long.

 Now that she wasnt going to be rolling around in the sand every day, she wanted the protection it provided.

 That done and verified, she dressed and headed off to lunch.

 Brand and his wife greeted her warmly as she entered their restaurant, and she spent the meal chatting with them, as she had several other times, earlier in the week. Sadly, Brand wasnt going to be a cook on her next expedition, but he assured her that the head chef for the trip waspetent, and hed warned her about Ts dietary needs.

 She left them with onest goodbye and a promise to visit again, once she returned.

 The snow on the ground was cool to her feet, but not unpleasantly so. It was a light dusting across most of the city, a beautiful highlight rather than an inconvenience.

 If shed been nning on being out in it for longer than a short walk, shed have slipped on her shoes, but for the short trip, it seemed unnecessary. No need to get soft.

 The beginnings of winter had settled in, in truth, and snow was a near constant feature of the city.

 She loved it.

 Growing up, shed enjoyed ying in it with her siblings and the neighborhood children. Even at the Academy, snow had entranced her, though shed enjoyed it alone, there.

 She almost dropped through the Caravanners Guild lounge, but she didnt like the attention she got there. Mrac had apparently received a mild reprimand for allowing her to get a higher pay than he was authorized to grant, now that she was an Archon. Because of that, the whole Guild had learned how much she was going to be making per trip.

 It was apparently far from the highest wage per trip, but it was more than any other dimensional Mage got with so little on-the-job experience.

 Some were impressed at what shed managed to wrangle from the guild, a few were ambivalent, but many were quite irritated that she was to earn more than they were. All in all, she found it better to avoid them, for now. Maybe, things will calm down after another few weeks.

 She would enjoy dropping back through, maybe getting to know some others in her profession. Yeah, when Ie back.

 But that wasnt for now. Now, she wanted to ask a few questions of the librarians. I wonder if Ingrits avable.

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Chapter 96: Progress is Progress