September 29th, 2015
"Whenever you're ready."
Mesteno hadn?t even finished speaking when Lexius shot forward across the trampled lawn to strike at him.
It was early evening, and as he often did, Lexius had come to play tutor. He?d persisted in resuming their lessons as soon as they?d recovered physically from the rigours of their journey to rescue Aiden, an exercise which benefited his student as much mentally as it did physically.
The Elf?s movements were stunningly quick, the precise jabs of the dual wielded training sticks a rapid succession which allowed no room for slacking on the part of his student. It had been months before Lexius had permitted sparring, no matter how quick a study Mesteno proved to be. Every basic movement he required performing to perfection, every stance and step pedantically corrected until the training sticks sang. Now, he pressed him viciously, striking with intent to make him regret every slip.
There was a prize to be won, and Lexius meant it to be hard earned. Not far from where the pair fought, a handcrafted pair of darkly stained, metal banded sticks rested enticingly in a bed of muslin cloth. Lexius had carved them for one pair of hands only, weight, balance and reach particular to his student.
Mesteno had wanted them without even touching them. Or perhaps he?d simply wanted to prove himself. As quick as he was, as skilled with a blade, he?d never yet managed to touch the Elf with the training sticks. Now, he fought with undisguised aggression, fending off Lexius? blows and boldly offering his own offensive, striding across the flattened grass barefoot and steady.
In time, both became aware they had an audience.
Beneath the dappled shade of a tree, Gem observed the pair with a faint smile tilting her lips. She did nothing to call attention to herself, but moved unobtrusively from the treeline toward the porch of Mesteno?s dilapidated cabin where the prize waited on a shabby table.
The bout continued for long minutes, Lexius abandoning all pretence at playing fair, wielding his psionic abilities to send his opponent?s weapons off course of their targets, and then crowding him to force a retreat.
Foul mouthed (Gem?s jaw dropped at what he dared call the Elf), goading, Mesteno only encouraged him, furiously defending until an opportune moment permitted assault. Lexius? choice to abandon the rules sparked a predictable preternatural counter spun of shadows reaching to trip swift, elven feet, but it was when Lexius vanished entirely, and reappeared behind his unprepared challenger to strike him soundly in the spine that Gem finally called out her support.
"Oh! Cheater!" It couldn?t be helped that she inwardly approved of his tactics, but she?d plainly picked her side. "I won't slice the Elf's hamstring for you, Mesteno! Get in there and smack him hard!"
Growling, more for permitting Lexius to land a blow than due to any pain, Mesteno spun to guard against further strikes and dug deep, using reserves of energy he rarely had to tap to fight back with a ferocity that could be truly frightening. Lips peeled back, snarling, he fought Lexius into the trees until he could beckon their aid, but the dextrous desert creature evaded the whiplash of their limbs, and rolled beneath another well aimed swing.
?Aye.? Lexius murmured it, almost so quietly it went unheard, but there was nothing but approval for his student?s determination in that single, softly uttered word. It was a moment later than the tattoos littering his arms flashed, intending to dazzle Mesteno?s sensitive eyes.
Despite the brilliance of it, the next ankle-aimed swing of the Elf?s sticks struck nothing but air as Mesteno deftly hopped over them and brought his own weapons down sharply toward the back of Lexius? head, forgetting entirely to keep his attack friendly. It was only several lifetimes? worth of training and natural speed that saved the elven skull and left a shoulder crunching under the weight of the strike instead.
Lexius danced back, away, one stick held up and across his body, eyes narrowed intently. His second stick had vanished, and he was flashing teeth in a hard smile. "Done." He announced.
Gem sucked in a breath and rose from where she?d sat, ready to help if such was needed. Her concern was obvious, furrowing her brows as she studied Lexius.
There was no adequate way to describe the feeling of success Mesteno experienced after several long months of training and never being able to land a single blow. Doubtless it made him eager to pursue for a second, a third strike, and he was after him like a hound with the taste of blood on its tongue, the flash of his gold-shot eyes uncommonly bright. After a moment though, he did stall in his forward motion, but it was not because Lexius had declared their match done. It was due to the particular absence of one of the Elf's weapons, which he'd been watching for so intently before then.
"Ah-- shit, did I get you?" He meant badly.
The Elf's smile vanished, though he didn't completely relax just yet. "Enough to earn your reward."
"I'll be sure'n get you better next time then," Mesteno told him brightly. He did flash him a smile though, quicksilver in its brevity before he angled a nod towards the porch and its petite occupant.
Gem remained there when it seemed Lexius didn?t require the aid of her healing, but it was not long before she was turning their attention from the matter of prizes to the cause for her visit, and neither Mesteno nor his injured opponent protested given the urgency of her words.
"While I hate to interrupt this lovely sparring, and would love to participate sometime if you please, I...think I am in trouble, Mesteno." She?d a look he knew well. There was not a doubt in his mind that the trouble she spoke of required a capital T. "I don't know what to do." Her hands were wringing together as they sometimes did when she was uncertain, the knuckles white with the strength of her grip. "You might be able to help. And, hell, if Lex knows something on the subject, his advice would be well received, too."
Gem's words eradicated any lingering scraps of smile Mesteno wore, and he set his sticks down in the hammock before approaching her, faintly sweat-clammy hands already reaching for her shoulders as if he meant to hold her still to examine her, brow etched with the bars of a frown.
"What'd you do? Who's after you?"
Lexius tucked his remaining stick under his hanging arm, and pressed his palm over one of his myriad geometric tattoos. When he lifted that hand away, the tattoo was gone, and he stepped into motion after Mesteno, gaze slanted to watch the interaction between him and Gem. He said nothing, but he was lingering there and listening.
Gem had pulled in a breath as Mesteno gripped her shoulder. Too frail. Her pearly teeth bit down on her bottom lip but she did meet his gaze.
"Well, I've been ailing a bit. Nothing really dreadful. Nothing really fast. It started back before the bairn was born. I thought I'd got rid of whatever it was. But then...well. Things have been happening." She held her breath for a moment before continuing quietly. "I found wards carved into the stone walls surrounding Quellarin, spaced out at half-mile intervals. I researched the pattern and... It?s death magic. I think a witch rather than a necromancer, but I don't know enough to be able to tell. And..." Oh, but there was more coming.
Gathering his beads up, Lexius levelled an intent look on the pair. The mention of death magic had his attention, but he still said nothing.
"I found more of those markings inside. I think it means one of my staff has turned on me. Maybe Bart. He's the only one I have trouble with." Never mind the ex-pirate who sounded his cannon off the rooftop every night at moonrise. Never mind the ex-poisoner chef or the ex-con financier who handled her books and all important details. The list could go on. "I found something in the trash." She proffered the crumpled paper to Mesteno, who took it wordlessly and did not protest when Lexius stepped in behind him to examine it over his shoulder.
"Do you often go through your trash?? Lexius asked simply.
Gem gave a little chuckle. "No, though I do frequently go through other people's. I dropped a ring and thought it had fallen into the trash can in my bathroom. I found that in there."
Lexius nodded, but asked no more questions. Not just yet. And since Mesteno was so nicely distracted, he splayed his hand over that spot his stick had landed on the man's spine, fingertips barely brushing skin at the top of his neck. Nosey and pushy. He bent his will to enact a little more healing as he listened, but found his task made difficult when Mesteno played eel, wary of what the hand might stumble across.
You killed my mother, bitch. Don't think you won't pay. The note was signed simply "Terrel's Scion".
"I remember her.? Mesteno murmured. ?She was that crazy bitch from about twelve years back. Blackmailing you and threatened you with all sorts of perverse shit. Have you taken on any new staff over the years??
He pressed her as if to direct her towards one of the shabby garden chairs there, and Gem let him to begin with, but drifted to a halt before sitting as he and Lexius looked at the note. Silver brows furrowed as she nodded slowly.
"Yes. The new maids. Bart won't keep his hands off them, and so none of them stay for above a few weeks. I have a constantly rotating...." She paled as she considered what an idiot she had been. They would be given the code to get in and out of the very well protected manor, naturally. "But they are vetted before they are hired. Joseph handles that..." She let out a hissed breath. "I can tell you now that if it is Joseph I am fucked, and not in a good way. He knows all of my business." Her hands fluttered in little graceful arabesques. "But the real problem in all this is that Jewel and Nyx spend time there. I won't let them, now, and what if I can't get this hex off me? If I die, that leaves you and Rei with Jewel and Jack, Ben and Lir with Nyx." She was distracted. Tired. "You are still the executor of my will, chev." Because he needed to know that. She'd died once already.