blueteamnovel Chapter 83a: Focus is Key
Chapter 83a: Focus is Key
Chapter 83a: Focus is Key
Other than a spear, the man appeared to be unarmed, and he wasnt wearing any armor, just dirty farmers clothing. The bandits eyes were fixed on Edwin, and he was shifting slightly, adjusting the spear to keep the tip pointed at him.
He idly Identified the figure, seeing if
Lirasian Reaper
Well, that Class name was only mildly terrifying, even if it didnt seem to match with the dirty-looking man in front of him.
Are you dumb? I said, give me your money!
Perhaps his judgement was massively out of tune, but Edwin didnt really feel like he was in that much danger from the bandit, Why should I do that?
Because Ill skewer you if you dont! You got no guards, Ill gut you! I will! You wont be the first! he paused, And if you wanna think about fighting, dont! I got twenty more men in the woods, theyll swarm you the moment you make a bad move!
Youre a terrible liar. Edwin muttered, then reconsidered, Or an absolute idiot. Maybe both.
Look, I dont really have any aggression to burn off at the moment- you would have needed to show up about two weeks ago for that- so Im not really in the mood to fight at the moment. What about we make a deal? You turn around and go back to whatever hole you crawled from, and Ill just carry on my way. How does that sound?
You wont get away that easily! Ill stab you! I will!
He was drawing closer to Edwin, the spearpoint getting just a touch close for comfort, and Edwin backed up to regain some distance, Inion? Any help with this?
His friends vaguely sleepy voice sounded from atop the carriage, startling the Reaper, You got it! Edwin looked over to see her propping herself up on her elbows, looking down at the two of them.
Edwin sighed as the bandit jumped at Inions voice and he swung to aim his spear at the fey, Look, last chance to back out, he offered, Theres nothing wrong with admitting you were wrong.
That seemed to be the wrong answer, as in response, the man just swung his spear around to aim at Edwin.
He mentally shrugged. Well, it might be fun to stretch his combat muscles. Intimidating class or no, he didnt get the sense that the bandit was all that good with his weapon or that experienced. He did have the bigger weapon though, so he still needed to be careful.
If Edwin were just using his stick, he would be in serious trouble. The bandits spear was easily twice as long and had a pointy bit on the end, meaning melee combat was not an option. Doubly so, given that Edwin belatedly realized that his walking stick was currently sitting in the drivers seat of his carriage, as his hands had been occupied with his Apparatus experiments.
Fortunately, Edwin was an alchemist, and what sort of alchemist would ever do something so crude as beat up people with a stick?
No, he had much more dignified weapons. Like a box of marbles.
Edwin dropped the chain hed been working on and reached into one of his pouches, withdrawing a crystal box filled with tiny, marble-sized Apparatus spheres. He threw the container at the bandits feet, who jumped back and off the ground to try and avoid it. It ended up being the exact wrong reaction, though, as the box broke against the ground, shattering into motes of Skill magic and covered the road with hundreds of the blue-crystal marbles.
The man landed directly atop the marbles, the tiny spheres jetting out every which-way as the crystals refused to bear the bandits weight. As he started to fall, the Reapers frantically windmilling arms failed to keep him upright, forcing him to a foot down on the ground behind him. Instead of rolling off the hazard, though, the foot managed to break the marbles where it landed, giving the bandit the opportunity needed to retrieve his balance. Edwin narrowed his eyes. There had been a Skill involved in that action, he was sure, and flipping Skillful Assessment on confirmed his suspicions as faint brown motes of light dissipated from around the mans foot.
Surrender now and Ill let you live! the bandit seemed to have gotten a bit of confidence, Dont make me call out my men!
Edwin tsked annoyedly as the remaining marbles rolled off the road. Hed need to make his next batch more resistant to being crushed, and idly wondered how strong they were. Something to test later, he supposed.
Youre still an awful liar, he responded, floating a few inches above the ground as he watched the rest of the marbles roll off the edge of the road. Hmm. He really ought to-
A flash of reddish Skill light appeared around the bandit, and pain suddenly blossomed in Edwins side as the man somehow closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, burying his spear into Edwins torso.
You stabbed me? Edwin asked, more disbelieving than anything.
He stabbed you? Inion suddenly seemed to be paying a lot more attention to the fight. She didnt move yet, though.
I warned you. But you didnt listen. Now look at what youve made me do! Now, the bandit kept talking, but Edwin wasnt listening, instead focusing on where he felt the spearhead buried in his muscle.
He groaned, Fine. That I need to take better care of myself. Look, are you going to give me a hand with this or not? Im going to need your help patching myself up, assuming my medicines are even up to the task.
Inion sighed as she ran her fingers through his bloody, matted hair, Of course I will. Now, make up your mind if youll hold still or help me while I get all this stuff off you.
Overcharge didnt completely knock Edwin out when used, but he almost wished it would. The persistent pain which wracked his body was a constant annoyance, and his every limb felt like hed Caressed lead. He flatly couldnt use any magical Skills, even Infusing Firestarting, so to boil water he needed to actually use his firevine oil for the first time.
Hed remembered to get clean cloths while in Vinstead, so he had bandages, and even tossed some healing potion ingredients into the boiling cauldron. With Inions help, Edwin gingerly cleaned out his wound. He didnt have any stitches- not for lack of trying, he just fundamentally did not trust any of the linen threads available in Vinstead for anatomical work, to say nothing of the incredible lack of steadiness in his leaden arms. So instead, he applied touches of Feys Caress to some wet clay hed brought from Obairlann, made his skin nice and pliable, and stuck the two sides together, then let the Skill fade.
It didnt work perfectly, naturally. Beyond the distinct lack of precision he was able to accomplish with his shaking hands, when the Skill went away, skin did as it was wont to and pulled away, trying to return to its original state. However, just enough skin stuck that it created a sort of patchwork rough texture flesh-and-blood construct. A few more rounds of flesh-sculpting later, Edwin had something that should hold for the few days it would take for the primary wound to heal. Magic was great.
From there, he applied a poultice of crushed talsanenris berries, molai flowers, and a drop of firevine sap. The latter of the ingredients would help keep the wound sterilized while it healed over the next few days, with the alchemical fire functioning much like normal fire to creatures unfortunate enough to find themselves submerged in it.
The talsanenris would increase the heat, but thanks to the molai it wouldnt burn him. Instead, it would heat the area and further help combat infection, like the infection was swelling. Once the mixture was applied to the wound, he bandaged his stomach with his sterilized and medicinal bandages.
Edwins head got a similar treatment, though without playing sculptor with his own skin. He just bandaged the wound after Inion washed out the wound and ensured no hair got into the cut.
One more downed general-purpose healing potion later, Edwin felt pretty decent about his odds about getting back into fighting shape within a decent amount of time. Before he tugged on Sleeping and First Aid to try and refresh him, though, he glanced at his notifications.
Level Up!
Skill Points 522535
Overcharge Level 38
Feys Caress Level 3536
Anatomy Level 2628
Adaptive Defense Level 2526
Skillful Assessment Level 3031
Arcadian Elixir Level 1114
Not too bad. Fighting, or high-pressure situations in general, did a fantastic job of helping him level. He idly wondered which exactly it was, but it wasnt the primary thought in his mind as his tortured limbs were finally allowed to rest.
For the first time in quite a while, Edwin slept dreamlessly and with no awareness of the surrounding world- for the first half of the night, at least. Then he woke up to Watchful Rest helpfully informing him of his aching arms. He tried for a few minutes to get back to sleep naturally before triggering his healing rest Skill combination and falling back into pseudo-unconsciousness.
By the time he woke up again, the sun had already risen, and it was to the steady trot-trot-trot of Bills hooves on the road. Despite some momentary panic about what was going on, Edwin swiftly adjusted and peered over the edge of the roof, seeing Inion in the drivers seat idly braiding her hair.
Good morning? he tried.
Ah, youre awake! Good to see! How are you feeling?
Good, Edwin yawned, stretching to get the few kinks in his back out, I think. Ive got some phantom soreness, but thats about it. He peeked underneath his bandages, Pretty much better, too. He noted. Other than a bit of a messy scab around his bellybutton, and a raised ridge on the back of his hand, there was no sign of the messy wounds hed gotten the day before. Magic was great.
He floated down to sit beside his friend, Im surprised you got the days travel started already.
She shrugged, Well, someone had to do it, and you were lazy this morning. She teased, and Edwin rolled his eyes.
What did you do with the body? he asked. He wasnt complaining that he wouldnt have to deal with corpse removal, but he wouldnt have minded looking over it, see if it had anything of note on it. You always searched the body, after all.
Tossed it into the woods, she nonchalantly replied, It was just attracting flies.
Fair enough, I dont suppose you picked up any of my marbles? he sighed when she shook her head. There was a few hours of work ahead of him, though maybe he could use this as a chance to experiment a bit. Perhaps he could stick caltrops inside of them, or make them multi-layered, so if the outside was broken, the entire thing wouldnt dissipate?