Chapter 315: Terry?_Millennial Mage

Chapter 315: Terry?

 T felt like she needed a good stretch after spending the morning sitting and chatting with Dagan and Alva.

 So, after lunch, she moved to her sparring circle and moved through her morning routine for the second time that day.

 She was barely halfway through when Terry flickered into ce across from her.

 Something in his avian stance gave her pause.

 He was crouched a bit lower than usual, and there was a glint of finality?

 Dont be ridiculous.

 Regardless, there was something in his eyes. Terry?

 He trilled at her, flickering forward and tapping her chest with his clenched talons before flicking back.

 She instantly understood, standing fully upright with a smile. Oh? Youre ready for a spar?

 He slowly bobbed his assent, his eyes never leaving hers.

 The solemnity of the situation settled on her in an odd way. She didnt know what was going on, but this was important to Terry for some reason. As you wish.

 She pulled Flow to her hand, ensuring that the sparring sheath was in ce as she took up a ready stance. The one she chose was geared towards fighting a ring of opponents surrounding her.

 She hadnt fought Terry recently, but she still remembered what it was like At least, she thought she did.

 She was wrong.

 Terry immediately flickered in,nding just in front of her back foot, smaller than shed seen him recently.

 In the same instant, he grew, mouth held upward to sp around her ankle, driving her foot upward.

 What the rust?!

 T instinctively kicked out with her other foot, and Terry flickered away.

 No, not away.

 He appeared directly between her shoulder des.

 The only reason she knew that was because of the bloodstar she held just behind the base of her neck, mirroring her perspective as aplement to her normal vision.

 Terry struck her with ridiculous force, his footshing out, talons tearing through leather and screeching off of the ironyer of her skin.

 Her willpower fought to keep the iron intact, and with the backing of her sturdy body, she barely seeded.

 Even so, she was thrown forward into a roll.

 Her mind was finally switching over intobat mode. It had been less than a second, and she was already chastising herself for adapting so slowly.

 Flow licked out, morphing into a ive for added reach for the first of her probing strikes, driven straight towards Terry, where he was still falling through the air.

 Each of the strikes was forced to aim in apletely different direction.

 The second was a sweep to the side, with Flow being a sword as Terry flickered into being, beak snapping at her shoulder.

 The third, before she vaulted up to her feet, was a sh with her knife to fend Terry away from her other side.

 She was once again reminded of how much fighting Terry was like going through martial forms.

 They didnt sh; Terry never stayed long enough to force that.

 Instead, she was forced to move throughbat forms without any feedback or rebound.

 Yeah, rust that. This time seems special for some reason. I need to do better than this.

 She pulled open holes in the ironyer all over her body, forcing her aura to flood out right as Terry appeared just behind her right shoulder.

 Flow struck backward, and Terry flickered away.<ol><li> T asserted her will over the space and Terry within it, but it felt like she was trying to grab a greased rope that was already whipping across the yard.</li></ol>

 Terry slipped away without issue, and T cursed.

 -Voidsight?-

 Voidsight.

 T engaged that vision across all her perspectives and nced at Flows sheath.

 ck and purple-ish metals seemed to stand out more starkly in the intricate, intractable pattern that made up the sparring guard as Flow took a void-form.

 Void-magics contained. Good.

 The world came into stark focus, and she had an instant realization.

 I could use Kit. Kit can move people. Kit could move Terry, or at least contest Terrys movement.

 -T, dont. The people we move can fight it, and we dont actually know what such a sh would do.-

 She only hesitated an instantwarding off no fewer than a dozen of Terrys attacksbefore she agreed. Youre right. This is a fight between him and me. Kit shouldnt factor in.

 T felt herself loosen, anciry concerns falling away as she settled deeper into the calm ofbat.

 It was just her and her opponent. The rest of her sanctum was irrelevant.

 Her voidsight showed her Terry moving about, just as her magesight highlighted the pulses of dimensional energy.

 She tried several more times to lock the avian in ce through force of will and by contesting him magically, but he always slipped away with ease.

 She simply didnt have a good enough grasp on what he was doing to oppose him properly. She couldnt even oppose him well enough to force him to use his magical weight against hers.

 We really need to study this branch of dimensional magic more.

 -Even if only for defensive purposes, absolutely.-

 She wasnt tired; she could quite literally do this all day. Though, a shield would make it easier.

 It was frustrating that she seemed utterly unable to make any of her strikes connect.

 Even so, beyond the first two attacks, Terry hadnt sessfullynded a blow on her, either.

 As T focused more and more on Terrys movement, she could see where he would arrive infinitesimally before he appeared, the nodules of reality shifting to make room for him, somehow.

 That wasnt a perfect description, but it was the only one that came to mind, or seemed to fit, at the moment.

 Sadly, her foresight wasnt even close to far enough in advance for her to react with her weapons, but it did give her an idea.

 Her aura had expanded to fill the entire sparring circle, though Terry was staying within five feet of her, seemingly without issue.

 That part of her attempt had failed. He was simply too magically stable to be negatively affected by her more advanced aura.

 Even so, the effort wasnt in vain. She could now use that spread of control to try something else.

 She focused on all the lumps, nodes, and nodules of reality and acted without thinking too deeply about what she was doing.

 Themand was simple. Join.

 The working sparked but failed to grab hold.

 Her fundamental understanding for her gravity maniption, All mass attracts all mass. just didnt apply in this situation.

 The nodes of reality didnt have mass, they indicated mass? They were like a convenient grouping system for various subsets of existence.

 No, not existence, reality. Weve never seen magic or void as any part of a nodule, just on the outside of them.

 She continued her dance through Terrys attacks, even as she focused.

 The threads of reality had clung together, attracting one another and trying to create clusters.

 More than that, her dissolution breath was a specific breaking of connections. To do that, the magic had to act on something.

 The connections are there, not just between all matter.

 -The dissolution breath has dispersed magic, too. It acted on existing connections within spell-workings and broke them apart.-

 And my healing and defense, the opposite of dissolution, is a pulling back together, a reunifying or a strengthening of the unity that is already there.

 -The true antithesis of dissolution is pulling together more tightly,bining more closely.-

 Everything is connected.

 That wasnt really an important, nor novel, realization.

 Void clung to reality, magic acted within reality, and all three held to itself.

 T hadnt seen void be pulled apart, not specifically, but she believed that it could be.

 What she had seen was void around her self join with void from another source, seamlessly blending.

 Everything in existence pulls together.

 That resonated deeply.

 It wasnt unequivocally true, her own siege orbs proved that when they detonated. Her dissolution proved that when it severed the connections.

 But exceptions proved the rule, and the statement was true enough to hold weight.

 She refocused on all the lumps, nodes, and nodules of reality and acted, this time thinking deeply about what, exactly, she was doing.

 Join.

 Existence wanted to pull together. Gravity was but one part of that, and she was using it as a temte through her inscriptions.

 There was the barest hesitation within her magics, both natural and inscribed, followed by an almost ringing rity as the spell-forms activated.

 Power.

 Magic zed through her, surging at hermand.

 Pieces of reality couldnt be joined together, not in such a purely physical way, but they could pull together more tightly.

 Ts power stoked that pull at a deeper, almost metaphysical level, pressing the clumps in a way that she had no description for. This was partly because nothing physically seemed to change.

 There was no pressure on her or Terry within the physical space, but T still felt a heaviness to the air.

 It was purely a feeling, however, rather than something that would slow her or anyone else.

 She thought that she recognized the sensation as simr to that which shed experienced during her training with a diminutive Eskau of the House of Blood.

 Everything within her aura was just slightly more stable.

 While the effect was there, it was minor.

 Terry still flickered around her unimpeded, and she still warded him off with de, pommel, haft, fist, and foot.

 But she didnt stop powering her magic.

 She had the working in effect, and she devoted her immense reservesand most of her throughputto amplifying the join.

 Less than ten secondsand uncounted exchangeter, T noticed Terry taking a hair longer to flicker about.

 It wasnt much, and it certainly wasnt enough to allow her tond a hit, but it was noticeable.

 The miniscule dy took some pressure off of T, and what was likely more important, she could tell that Terry was needing more and more power for each flicker.

 Usually, the terror bird could move with such ease that even a mundane could have sustained the power requirement indefinitely, or nearly so.

 Now? Now T knew that even she would be hard pressed to keep up the needed power for even an hour.

 Still, this fight wouldntst even a tenth that long, despite their tremendous endurance.

 Im wearing him down, or at least starting to.

 Despite the seemingly increasing resistance to dimensional movement, even after a full minute Terry was still flickering about with little difficulty.

 Terry had obviously noticed the change whether or not he knew how or why it was taking ce.

 His determination seemed to harden further, and a rock suddenly struck T in the side of the leg.

 She had seen it, but Terry had timed his attacks so that she had little recourse but to take the light blow.

 A light blossomed within the terror birds eyes.

 Oh rust. It had been a test to see if it would be worth the effort, her disregard showed that it was. After all, if it had been trivial to avoid, she would have, and anything that wasnt trivial would tip the scales of the match.

 At random intervals, Terry vanished for slightly longer than he had before, and projectiles began to arc toward the sparring circle with varied trajectories and speeds.

 T responded by calling her defensive discs into the fight, adding them to Flow and her body as she deflected and warded off Terrys increasingly sophisticated attacks.

 The iing projectiles added the first real sound to the conflict, besides the soft tap of Ts footfalls.

 Each arching attack that was deflected had a slightly different sound based on theposition of the projectile itself and which method T used to avoid harm.

 When she avoided them entirely, rocks made a cracking sound against the sparring circles ground, wood thunked, mud stted, and dirt clods cascaded like a broken waterfall.

 When Flow took them from the air, they rarelynded near enough to be easily heard, and the sparring sheath ensured that even the less coherent distractions were deflected as a whole.

 Kic impartment, I can see why Rane loves you so much.

 -Yeah, it is really convenient not to have to worry about shattering iing missiles.-

 The attacks that met her defensive disks made simr sounds to those that met the stone beneath her feet, save that the sound was more hollow, as if the disks were dense wood or hardened bone.

 We never did figure out what those were made of.

 -Yeah, its never seemed like a priority like nowwhy are you thinking about this now?-

 The sound is rather pervasive

 -It is that. Like rain on a thin metal roof.-

 Rust no. Not that annoying.

 -But it is distracting.-

 Fine! Ill focus.

 Terry seemed to have learned how she responded to various types of assault, so he was expertly working to maneuver her into a position to force her to take another hit.

 She couldnt remember a fight this interesting since Io, though t could probably check. She wouldnt of course. She needed to

 -T, for the love of everything, focus.-

 Right!

 Terrys strategy was forcing her toward taking a hit.

 So, T grinned and changed her reactions, shifting between subsets of the Way of Flowing Blood.

 That almost earned her a blow on Terrys side, but the slippery avian flickered away at thest instant, clear surprise flickering in his eyes as he vanished.

 Thats right. Youre not the only one who can change the battle.

 Even so, Ts mind was stretched thin.

 She was not used to having so many independently moving parts within a protracted fight.

 The fact that Terry had no discernable pattern to his attacks was aggravating in both senses of the word.

 First, it was infuriating to not be able to predict his attacks.

 Second, it was making the strain on her mind and willpower much worse.

 Even with ts assistance, T was nearing her limit.

 Adding to that frustration was the fact that she still hadntnded a blow on Terry.

 Hes fighting more fluidly than weve ever seen.

 -Yeah, if I didnt know better, Id say he was actually trying to kill you.-

 T huffed an internalugh. If he wanted to do that, he knows where I sleep. Im durable, but a terror bird the size of a house sitting on me as he ripped off my head? Yeah Id die.

 -you would, but-

 T mentally hesitated, which of course made all the strain she was under worse. What is it?

 -Im not sure that youd stay dead, honestly. It woulde down to whether your gate stuck around, or even if it left, if your body had enough power stored up to regrow your head. The Archive connection would be broken, but who knows how much woulde back from just the healing. Basic function? Probably. Likely not more than that. In either case, you might not stay dead.-

 But my body would be without my gate? Without my soul?

 -Well, in the absolutely most extreme case of your body recovering, yeah.-

 Thats horrifying. Would I still be able to act?

 -Thats a what is the soul and how does it work type of question.-

 She didnt have any bandwidth for more contemtions after that.

 Thirty secondster, Terry was able tond a blow that started a cascade of projectiles striking her and continuing to move her as he chose until, finally, he became massive in size as he pinned her to the ground with his taloned foot.

 T wasnt breathing heavily, but her mind was definitely spinning.

 That was the hardest fight shed ever been subjected to. Even the Eskau that shed fought hadnt pushed her that hard, and that was before her most recent improvements.

 She was proud of how well shed done, and it hadnt been enough.

 -We would need to try to kill him to have a chance at winning, I think, at least for now.-

 Yeah, I think so too. A couple of siege orbs or the like could help us bring about a victory, but I dont know how hed fare in that case.

 -Precisely. It would just be a chance.-

 Then theres the ending-breath.

 -Oooo, I do like that name for it.-

 I know, right? But hardly helpful now.

 -Yeah, you should probably focus on the matter at hand.-

 T looked up at her wagon-sized avian friend, even as he examined her with one eye, his head tilted to the side, critically. Good fight, Terry. Give me a couple of minutes to rest, and we can go again, yeah?

 He didnt move, or really respond in any way except to swivel his head to examine her with his other eye.

 After a long moment, T cleared her throat. Terry?

 Finally, he trilled and flickered away, appearing on the far side of the sparring circle, barelyrger than a chicken. He gave her a long, long look, then flickered away.

 I wonder what that was about.

 -No idea.-

 Thank you for the match! She called out after the no-longer-visible terror bird, infusing her words with power so they would carry.

 A rolling, powerful squawk came back, clearly an acknowledgement of her gratitude.

 I hope hes okay. Hes seemed downtely. She spoke softly, obviously to herself.

 -Yeah Ill see if I can find any clues in our memory.-

 Thank you, t.

 -It is my pleasure.-

 T still had some time before Master Leighis and Latna would being by, so she turned her focus back to physical training for the next half-hour or so.

 At that point, she was ready to move onto something else.

 Honestly, she was in an awkward ce.

 She was back with humanity, and she had nothing that she had to do on a day to day basis.

 She wasnt healing anymore, so she didnt need to take it easy.

 She wasnt with her friends, so she couldnt fill her time by bugging them or doing random things in their free time.

 She''s with her siblings, and they aren''t always avable, though they did make an effort to be with her as often as was reasonable.

 Even so, T needed some way to fill her time.

 Training was all well and good, but if it was all she did, she wouldnt survive her now effectively infinite life-span.

 Shed die of boredom.

 There was an item that desperately needed investigation, and shed been putting it off again and again.

 She couldnt do a lot herself, but she hadnt even done the initial things required to get others involved.

 It was time that she at least looked at Ios now fully matured artificial corpse.

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Chapter 315: Terry?