The clouds passed them by quickly. Hovering above the ocean surface, the floating ship was moving at a speed that was unfathomable to the marine creatures below. It had been three days since they left Zeckerton Harbour and the ships deck wasnt as empty as before; it was now a gathering place for casters. As hardworking as they were, casters were still human so they needed to unwind and relax.
There wasnt much space offered by the deck and cabin hence the Lehrlings couldnt perform experints as pleased. Unlike Angelina, many didnt have the luxury of bringing along a heap of luggage on their journey to the Sanctum. As the boring days stretched on, the Lehrlings began socializing among themselves, resulting in the formation of a few cliques.
Daenie, would you like to join the Azure Arrow? Out of nowhere, a young freckled blond had interrupted a conversation between Daenie and Angelina.
Uh I Daenie, who was happily chatting away with Angelina, was suddenly too nervous to reply. Socializing was never her strong suit.
As a low-rank Lehrling, youd need team support to make a na at the Sanctum, no? It seed as though the young blond lad was certain shed agree. Before Daenie could say anything else, he gripped her forearm and began pulling her towards their little group. Co with . Ill introduce you to the others. He must have been an idiot to not detect Daenies obvious reluctance.
Hey! Let go of her! Angelina and Locke shouted in unison after just leaving the cabin in ti. Angelina was extrely pissed, the blond lad had rudely disrupted their conversation and was dragging Daenie away! On the other hand, Daenies distraught expression had Locke thinking that she was getting bullied. He quickly tossed his filthy top on deck and rushed upstairs.
Since he was topless, Lockes bicep was noticeably thicker than the blonds thigh. He lunged at the Lehrling like a ferocious beast. The blond quickly sensed his hostility and swiftly responded. Those accepted by the Sanctum were no simpletons, after all. Soon enough, the Lehrling manifested a sharp rock spur of an arms length. That was the mid-rank Rock Puncture spell, a sign that he was a mid-rank Lehrling.
However, Locke was one step ahead. The Knecht had rushed over to his side and as the veins in his arm thundered, he gripped the Lehrling's extended palm in the middle of his cast.
Ah! he scread in pain as a loud crack was heard; the Lehrlings palm was probably badly fractured. While that was a minor injury, the earth elent surrounding the Lehrling scatted, a sign of a forcefully disrupted cast, which would result in heavy magic recoil and to the caster, resulting in damage to ntal power. In utter agony, the blond Lehrling released his grip on Daenies arm. He gripped his broken palm and rolled on the ground in pain.
How pathetic. Locke shrugged. They were now surrounded by many casters who heard the commotion. They looked at the blond pitifully but their gazes on Locke seed hostile.
Locke was the only knight in a ship full of casters. He had tried his best to lay low in the last few days by keeping a low profile. However, now that this had happened, Locke stood out like a sore thumb.
Marcus! What appeared to be the blonds group quickly rushed over to check on him. Two of them gave Locke the stink eye but that was all they dared to do. Everyone had seen Lockes incredible speed. To engage a high-rank Knecht in close combat was sothing that even the strongest high-rank Lehrlings needed to consider with caution; their shield casting speed would need to be fast enough.
As the crowd continued to stare at him, Locke nonchalantly turned around to face Daenie, not at all caring about his exposed back. Daenie, are you alright? The last few days on the ship had allowed him a good look around; apart from the few Lehrlings that could be potential threats, most were harmless. They were studious Lehrlings that had their noses deep in books or holed up in laboratories constantly. In such a cramped space, their combat abilities were no match for a person who had been through actual bloodshed and near-death experiences. But of course, casters were much advantageous at long-distance battles; the mid-rank spell earlier could seriously injure Locke if he wasnt armoured up.
Even so, Locke wasnt all that worried about getting attacked by the Lehrlings. His Falconim wasnt just good for its pretty projected lights; the energy and agility boost provided by its circulation could strengthen his resistance against spells. With that, he could most definitely get close enough to decapitate his enemies.
Are you alright? Angelina squeezed past the crowd worriedly. She had seen everything unfold before her; from the second Locke rushed over till the blond Lehrlings elent scattered around.
Im okay. Daenie shook her head, soft blue locks veiling her red and tender forearm. The blond Lehrling had handled her roughly.
Hmph! That didnt go unnoticed by Locke. Bring Daenie back to the room. Ill handle them. Through the corner of her eyes, he glared at the other Lehrlings around the blond.
Got it. Angelina knew what Locke was capable of. She heeded his instructions without hesitation and helped Daenie back to her room.
Co on! Lets settle the score! Locke stretched his limbs, his joints cracking audibly. The Knecht was ready to fight.
Damn, Marcus and his bunch are in deep trouble.
Yeah. I know theyre lacking a hydromancer but they shouldnt have gone for those three.
I dont think theyre aware that the three live on the second level.
I rember hearing sothing about the blond being a student of one of the Magisters on the ship but the Knecht was also brought on board by another particular Magister.
Theyre toasted, no doubt.
The whispers around them grew fervent and the identities of everyone involved in the conflict were made known. The other casters' initial hostility dissolved to utmost pity towards the blond Lehrlings clique. Soon enough, the only ones left behind at the scene were a brawny Locke and a few Lehrlings that cowered in fear.
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