Chapter 154: Words in the Dark
Milo rolled twice and then got his feet under him, crouching behind a barrel. He heard the small click as the crossbow was cocked and knew the direction the sound came from. But if the person who was shooting at him was good, they had already moved. Darkness didn't affect his vision, but he couldn't spot anyone. Their skills were high enough that they were overwhelming his perception, similar to how his own skill worked.
He concentrated on not being seen and moving as quietly as he could, circling to the right, always staying low or behind cover. Another shot came from across the room, missing his head by only an inch. Not knowing exactly where his opponent was, he took a chance and threw a skull at where he'd heard the sound of the crossbow firing. The damage from the spell broke her concentration and he saw Charlotte finish cocking the crossbow and take her next shot.
Instead of dodging, Milo cast Harpoon of the Winds. The attacks were almost simultaneous. Milo saw his spell slam into the crossbow, destroying it, and then continue on, carving a gash in Charlottes cheek and the side of her head, tearing her ear. She screamed, half in pain and half in rage. Her crossbow bolt hit Milo in the arm, but the bolt stopped when it hit bone, the momentum of the impact knocking him down.
Grabbing the bolt stuck in his arm, he pulled it free. If it had been poisoned, it didn't seem to be affecting him. A quick glance confirmed that.
You have been struck by a light crossbow and have taken 75 points of damage.
You have been poisoned. Light poison doing 50 points per round damage is countered by your Poison Resistance.
You have been poisoned. Medium poison doing 20 points per round is countered by your Poison Resistance.
"You should talk to Rif more. He's got some good ideas. And when he gets his ring, that would be two of you on the council. If we get rid of Petey, and you keep the twins in line, I'll be the third. That's nearly a quorum and people are getting old. You could even take over Gilad's ring. Toss scout to the twins, or go for a double ring. Gramps was a tripple for decades, I don't see the problem. Then we have a new generation making the rules and setting things straight."
This was a lot of new information, and as fast as he parsed it, Milo kept finding holes in what she was saying. Too many variables, too many things didn't line up based on his observations. "Hmm, sounds like then we'd have a lot of work. I'm already teaching fighting and engineering classes, and doing lots more."
"That's the point! Don't you see?!" Charlotte was walking towards him, her tail moving back and forth as her hips swayed. "You do all that work already! They owe you more recognition. I heard they voted on you keeping the Scout ring, when you earned it already! Rif isn't getting a ring until he works his ass off for years we've heard. The old rats wants to control everything. Do you know grandfather even warned me off when I said I was interested in you?"
"Me?"
She smiled at him oddly. "Yes. You! I'm surprised you didn't see me looking at you all the time! None of the other boys can even keep up with me. You proved you were my equal the first time we met! But gramps wants a say in who I cuddle up to. This would let you and I get together like we want to, wouldn't it?"
She took a step forward. Milo took a step back. Charlotte laughed at him slightly. "Playing hard to get now that I have you alone? Don't look now, but your back is almost against the wall." She took another step forward, making direct eye contact. Milo was sure he had another four-feet until his back would hit the wall, giving him room to dodge. He took a quick look over his shoulder. Yep, plenty of room.
As soon as he looked back, Charlotte slashed with her claws at his stomach and a knife drove for his eye.
