Mythran's Master Of All

“Don't do anything foolish!” The lead soldier said. “We're just taking you in for questioning.”

The Tracker laughed. “We know all about human questioning.” He said. “We'll enter your dungeon and never see the light of the precious day again.”

“We've never kept someone...”

“Do not insult my intelligence.” The Tracker said, and did a little twist with his fingers. “I believe you call it 'hard labor'.” He brought his hands up to near chest level, and it looked like he was going to cross his arms.

“Ren... he's doing something weird.” Teepo said.

I know. Ren thought. But what?

The Tracker splayed his fingers out flat, rubbed them across his arms, then clamped his hands together. Ren felt a wash of Mana flow out from him, and then the elves disappeared.

“OH, CRAP!” Ren yelled and turned to the soldiers. “By the gods! Run!”

“We don't run!” The lead soldier said, and held his sword at the ready. Ren switched to his Command Aura and equipped his Dire Wolf Hooded Cloak to get the extra distance.

“I command you to run!” Ren said. “You can't fight them while they're invisible!”

“Nothing is ever invisible.” The lead soldier said, picked up a handful of dirt, and threw it into the air in front of him. He had been lucky; it hit the elf in the face and threw off the sword swing that would have taken off his head.

Ren thought about the spells in the Level 1 spell book, and took out one of the three remaining Minor Healing wands that he had, and absorbed the charges from it.

I have got to make more wands. Ren thought as he replaced the spell with Sleet Storm.