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a lot like flying.

Tomato, tomahto.

Jeb’s telekinetic lift had ballooned, clocking in at about two tons, and his cruising speed was somewhere between sixty and one hundred and twenty miles an hour if he really pushed himself. His limits were expanding rapidly to catch up with the growth of his Myst Core, and he still didn’t feel like he’d caught up.

Well, I have been pushing Myst really damn hard. I should be able to do at least this much.

They were going as fast as a car, but they didn’t have the proper wind-shielding for it, forcing Jeb to squint against the wind as they passed over the Stealth-raptors, giving the ambush predators the finger.

Why on earth should he fight fair against these things?

From this height, Jeb could see where Ron’s army had cut a path through the forest, the hundreds of deadites stomping a relatively clean trail through the brush, aiming for the mountains. It didn’t seem like the necromancer had spent much time in the forest, so there was a possibility there was still some pickings left.

“Definitely looks like Ron came through here,” Jeb said, fishing through his pockets for his aerial bombs.

His aerial bombs were set to trigger the moment the Myst-bound rock touched the ground.

They even had little homemade fins to make sure the right side of the rock hit the ground. Otherwise, the explosion might be directed underground.

Taking the first one out of his pocket, Jeb couldn’t help but think of his middle school egg-drop project, designed to spin a rotor and ease its fall.

It almost worked.

Jeb gave the rock an encouraging little smooch and dropped it into the forest. This was the most excitement the rock had seen in a million years, so it was onboard, too.

The stone plummeted down into the forest, and all hell broke loose.

There was a thunderous crash as the trees in the surrounding area – for a good fifty feet in every direction – were severed in half and toppled over.

The behavior of the Myst attached to the rock was that it would go up about three feet –the finned side of the rock – then expand a razor thin line of telekinetic force in every direction.

If it was taller than three feet and standing on the ground, it was dead meat.

The forest burst into activity trees shaking and howls of pain and anger rising up.

It looks like Ron didn’t fully clear the place out.

“All right, let’s do some bombing runs,” Jeb said, pushing Jessica away from him until they were a hundred feet apart, so the radius of their explosives just barely grinded up against each other.

I think I need to get laid.

Together, they flew over the Forest of Scary Stealth Dinosaurs, unloading their heavy bags full of rocks and turning it into The Forest of Bloody Mulch.

You have gained a level!

You have gained a level!

You have gained a level!

You have gained a level!

Congratulations! You have beaten the Phantom Raptor, Gresh, in a one-on-one duel.

Whoops, did I just accidentally a boss?

Your Mastery of Stealth is beyond reproach!

Sure it is, buddy. I’m so good at it, I didn’t even realize I killed him.

Gresh’s Subtlety Accolade Granted!

+3 Body +3 Nerve

Ding!

Your party has cleared the Forest of Gnashing Teeth! Please take your rewards.

“It looks like Ron must have killed the boss on the way through,” Jessica said as he brought her closer. “I guess we’re just going to have to roam out further to find…”

Jeb couldn’t stop his eyes from sliding off of her face.

“You killed the boss, didn’t you?” she asked, scowling.

“I didn’t even know it was there!” Jeb protested. “His mastery of stealth was beyond reproach!”

“I get the loot.”

Jeb’s inner haggler howled in outrage, but she had him dead-to-rights on that one. Better to take the loss now than let resentment build up. “Fine.”

Jebediah Trapper

Mystic Trapsmith, Level 28

Body 16

Myst 56 +2

Nerve 21 +3

Abilities: Mystic Trigger

Finger-gun clips: ‘ack’ X10 ☑ ‘pip’x10 ☑ ‘kip’ X10 ☑  ‘Alpha Strike’ ☠

Full auto: ‘Juggernaut’☑ ‘Mark of Cain’☑

Cane Auto: x4 BP ☑ HR ☑ BD ☑ OD ☑

Cane Manual: x2 ‘just getting started’☑ ‘alt blinks’☑

Shield: x4 ☑

Armor: head ☑ torso ☑ legs ☑ upper arms ☑ lower arms ☑

Projectile reflection x50 ☑

Safety Phrases: restraints ‘3W’ ☑ ‘Scarabs’ ☑ ‘Plitskin’ ☑ ‘no homo’ ☑ ‘Room full of Charlies’☠

Grenades ‘go boom’: ‘nut’ ☑ ‘rock’ ☑ ‘knife’ ☑ ‘authorize magical girl transformation’☠

Aerial Bomb: x10 ☑

***1 day, 15 hours remaining***

“Oh look, there’s Ron,” Jessica said, pointing out a pinprick in the far distance surrounded by a swarm of shambling pinpricks making their way up the side of the bald mountain.

He could barely make it out. Was it Body or Nerve that boosted her eyesight. Maybe both? Body to make her eyes muy bueno, and Nerve to interpret the data? No wait, I’ve seen a Youtube video on this. There’s literally a limit on how much detail you can perceive based on the size of your eye and how much light wavelengths expand over distance…or something like that.

So are her eyes magic now, or just tippy top of what a human can do? Or like so many other things, is it a moot, nitpicky point?

These were the thoughts that occupied Jeb’s mind as they tracked down Ron’s army of the dead.

Jeb was relieved to see the vast majority of the man’s shambling zombies were non-human as he came in for a touchdown at a reasonable distance from the necromancer.

Ron must have seen him coming, because he cleared a spot for Jeb to land.

Standing right beside Ron’s rough palanquin was a hulking skeletal brute in heavy armor, wielding a giant axe and overflowing with black energy. Ron’s personal

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