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fatigue under control, grimacing as the diversion of energy slowed the

transformation. But it was just as well, as a ripple of growth forced me to

juggle a dozen more complexities all at once.

Where was the extra mass coming from, anyway? I had a dim sense that it

was being conjured from some external source, just like with the hammer I’d

made in my first battle. But beyond that I had no idea, and I certainly didn’t

have time to worry about it now.

My muscles grew in slow fits and starts, as I struggled to counteract all

the unpleasant side effects a too-fast change created in the rest of my body. But

gradually I got the hang of it, and the process began to smooth out. A constant

rate of change made everything easier, and for the better part of an hour I sat

and coaxed the transformation along.

I wasn’t going for the huge bulging muscles of a weightlifter, of course.

Aside from being too obvious a change, it wasn’t optimal for my situation. I

needed the strong legs and aerobic endurance of a marathon runner, in case we

needed to outrun danger. The rock-hard physique of a serious martial artist, to

protect my internal organs from blows I didn’t see coming. The strong arms

and back of a laborer, in case I needed to carry an injured civilian while my

limited supply of magic was in use. Conditioning, and more conditioning, and

yet more conditioning.

Finally I reached the limits of what I could do. I opened my eyes to find

that the camp was still and quiet, and the snow was falling harder now. A

wave of exhaustion washed over me, and suddenly finding my own wagon

again seemed like an enormous undertaking. I was too tired to stand up, let

alone walk anywhere.

I pulled the hood of my cloak down over my face, and let my eyes drift

closed again. The magical warmth would protect me from the snow, and the

girls would probably enjoy their privacy anyway. I was asleep in moments.

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Some time later a small but very strong hand shook me awake. I blinked

my eyes open to find Avilla’s face inches from my nose.

“Daniel? Are you alright?” She asked worriedly.

“Yeah. Just tired. Rough casting.” I mumbled.

Her expression firmed. “Right. Let’s get you to bed before you catch your

death of cold.”

She slipped under my arm and lifted me to my feet despite my feeble

protests, and dragged me off across the camp. I was still so tired the world

seemed to sway like the deck of a ship, and I found myself leaning heavily on

her. She took my weight without protest, though at one point she paused to

wrap my cloak around us both.

Then she gasped softly. “It’s so warm! How did you... fire magic?”

“Mmm hmmm.” Her hair smelled nice. Like baking cookies on a warm

spring day.

“I suppose you weren’t going to freeze, then,” she observed. “But I still

can’t have my heroic protector sleeping alone on the hard ground. Come on,

almost there.”

Soon I was foggily clambering into the back of a wagon. Avilla stopped

us when we were half inside, and I frowned in confusion as she bent over me.

But she was just taking off my shoes. She left them next to her own just inside

the covered space, and deftly laced the canvas flaps shut again.

“Avilla?” Cerise asked sleepily.

“I’m here, kitten,” Avilla replied softly. “Go back to sleep.”

“M‘kay. C’mere.”

A slender hand snaked out from the pile of blankets to grab my arm, and

pulled me down. A moment later I found myself on my side half under the

blankets, with the little witch curled up against my chest.

“Mmm, muscles. Yum.”

She was a very naked little witch. I froze, my sleep-addled mind having

no idea how to react.

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Avilla giggled softly, and slipped in behind me. Oh, my. She’d been

naked under her cloak?

“Um,” I said intelligently.

“Put your arm around her,” Avilla advised quietly. “She doesn’t have so

many nightmares if she’s being held.”

I obediently let my arm fall to encircle the sleeping girl. She gave a little

sigh, and buried her face in my chest.

“There you go. Goodnight, Daniel.” Avilla reached around me to stroke

Cerise’s hair, and then left it there as she relaxed against my back.

I decided I’d leave the thinking for later. “Goodnight, Avilla.”

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Chapter 4

I woke to the crack of splintering timber, and an ear-splitting howl right

above my head.

A massive weight landed on my chest as my eyes flew open. Avilla’s

startled yelp in my ear reminded me where I was, but my face was covered

with canvas and it was too dark to see.

The weight shifted, and I felt my ribs creak. I pushed, blindly but with the

full power of my force element, and it lifted. The canvas flew away from my

face, and I found myself looking up at a giant wolf.

It had a man in its jaws, and as I pushed myself upright I saw it shake him

like a dog with a rabbit. Then it dropped him, and turned its gaze on me.

Avilla scrambled behind me with a whimper, and I knew I had to hold its

attention. I threw a ball of fire at its face, and jumped off the wagon.

Sure enough it followed, spinning in place to snap at me with teeth the

size of swords. I gathered a burst of force magic and jumped, pushing off to

send myself sailing high over the beast’s head. The long seconds of hang time

gave me a chance to send a flurry of force blades raining down on it, but they

didn’t penetrate deep enough to have much effect. The beast was easily the size

of an elephant, and I was going to need something with more punch than that to

deal with it.

The rest of the camp was in complete confusion. More giant wolves were

rampaging among the refugees, killing men and panicking the livestock. On the

other side of the camp a giant who must have been twenty feet tall stood

laughing and laying about with an enormous spear.

After that I was too busy for sightseeing. The damned wolf was smart

enough to see where I was going to land, and coming down without going splat

was tricky enough that I barely managed to fend it off. Its jaws closed on the

force bubble protecting me and began to squeeze, sending blue sparks dancing

through the air around me as the spell threatened to collapse.

Then it yelped in surprise and jumped back. Cerise rolled out from under

it with a bloody dagger in each hand, still as naked as when I’d come to bed.

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The wolf lashed out at her with a paw, and she nimbly ducked under the blow.

I dove forward while it was distracted. Its chin flashed by above me, and

then my line of sight was clear. I conjured another force blade, this one six feet

long instead of my usual two or three, and slashed it across the wolf’s throat.

It cut deep into the monster’s flesh with only a faint tug of resistance. A

torrent of steaming blood gushed out of the wound, drenching me thoroughly.

The wolf abruptly stopped trying to kill us in favor of getting away, but it only

made it three steps before collapsing in a heap. The snow around it rapidly

began to turn red.

I rushed over to Cerise. “Are you alright?”

She licked the blood dripping from her dagger. “Hell, yeah. That was

awesome, Daniel. Let’s kill some more of these guys.”