Hunted Sorcery (Jon Oklar Book 2) B.T. Narro (book reader for pc .TXT) 📖

battle wizard, Jon Oklar,” he said. “But all I see is a weak coward who tried to run from a fight.”

He must know I could heal, as he certainly had contact with Cason. Yet he was still confident he would beat me.

I flicked the callring on my finger, but I was only able to do it once before he threw me against the closed door again. He held me there this time, suspended, as the dteria crushed my body against the wood.

A groan was forced out as I tried to physically push it off me so I could get my feet on the ground. His arm remained pointed toward me, his hand a claw, his face strained. His dteria was a wall of nearly invisible energy that blurred everything through it, contorting around my body in a tight grip.

The energy morphed around my hands as I tried to push it. It was like trying to shove away water, only it was more solid.

Pain made it difficult to focus as it pinned me against the door, but I concentrated enough to put my all into my next casting of Expel. My spell hit Henrik and swept him up, flipping him over the desk. His body caught on the cloth covering, pulling it off and tugging down a couple of boxes.

There was a crossbow sitting on the other end of the desk that had been undisturbed by the motion of the cloth and boxes. It was already pointed right at me.

His spell came to an end, but he popped up from behind the desk with a mean scowl and pushed me against the door once again with his dteria. I didn’t have the stamina to compete with him. Anyone else would’ve tired by now, but the only sign of fatigue I saw was sweat dripping down his face.

He held one hand out at me as he crouched in front of the crossbow and grabbed it with his other hand, an arrow already loaded. I didn’t worry much about it, for I already had another spell prepared. I blasted Henrik and the crossbow, tossing him back away from the desk. But the crossbow didn’t budge.

The damn thing was nailed down! It was mounted on a wooden base with a short pole, I saw, and it was the base that was attached to the desk. Henrik kept up his spell as he grabbed the desk and got back into position. “I’d like to see you heal a shot to your heart,” he grumbled through his strain.

Fear took hold of me. It wasn’t a coincidence that he had me against the door, the very spot where the crossbow was aimed. All of this had been planned. They had expected me to come.

I had underestimated my enemies, and now I might die for it.

Still unable to reach the ground, I protected myself by crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t imagine the arrow would go through my arms and my chest bone. I could yank it out and heal my injury. But then I noticed Henrik pulling down on the back end of the crossbow to aim higher, his new target my head.

I lifted my arms in front of my face, but he didn’t shoot. I couldn’t hold them there while checking to see where he was aiming. At least it bought me enough time to ready another spell.

I casted Expel, but I held the energy out in front of me like a shield. It wasn’t as dense as, say, a wall of water like Leon could make, but I hoped it would slow the arrow enough for my hand to stop it. I lowered one hand to hold in front of my chest, my other in front of my face, for I didn’t know which vulnerability he would target.

I screamed as I felt a sudden pain in my right hand and chest. I dropped, finally free from his spell. I looked down at the arrow. It had gone through my hand, the tip stuck in the muscle of my chest just to the left of my heart. It wasn’t deep enough to have gone through bone.

Henrik cursed me as he came around the desk with his dagger in hand. There was no time to heal myself. I tried to get up and grab my sword from its sheath, but my hand was stuck, the arrow holding it against my chest.

I had to pull my sword out with my left hand, swiping at him using the same awkward motion as I grabbed it from my left hip. He just stuck his arm out to block the weak attack as he stabbed at my head.

I fell away from him to avoid it, but he came down on top of me as he slammed the dagger deep into my shoulder.

I screamed as pain tore through me. He ripped the dagger out as I tried to make some distance, my right hand still stuck. My left hand had my sword, but I was gripping the hilt the wrong way with no time to switch.

I threw him back with Expel. He just stumbled a few feet. It still would’ve given me time to switch my grip on the sword, but then he extended his hand and suddenly I was being lifted up from the ground as dteria held my waist in a death grip.

Not only did I have a difficult time using a sword with my left hand, but apparently I was used to casting with my right hand as well. I tried to hit him with another spell, but there was no power behind it as I thrust out my left hand. The only reason for this was unfamiliarity, as mana was the same no matter where it came out of me.

He barreled toward me, right through my spell. He did have a bloody shallow cut on the arm he’d used to block my weak sword strike earlier, but it didn’t seem to slow him at all. I