Serpent’s Capture
Concentrating on the fleeing men, you shape and manipulate your boundless mana into a force that moves the air itself. As the spell coalesces, a spinning column of wind rises up from the earth, coloured darkly by the shredded grass and scattered dirt that are the passengers it has picked up in its ascension. Your brows knit together – this will take some modicum of concentration – and you send it chasing after your targets, moving in a spiral-like manner outwards away from the epicenter of its creation. The roaring tornado, stretching up so high as to disturb the clouds overhead, bears down on them. Up close it must look like an impenetrable dark wall.
You see flashes of light in the distance as the mages amongst their ranks attempt to cast spells at their encroaching doom, but all in vain. Earth barriers are made and broken, adding to the debris filling the tornado. Bolts of fire are sucked up by the whirling wind, forming fiery red spirals that creep up and down the pillar. All they accomplish is to make the environment more dangerous for them, but then, if the Duke’s agents are to behave so thoughtlessly it is not your place to correct them.
With a grand sweep of your hand you capture them within the tornado. The flow of the wind has been controlled to such an extent that you are reasonably sure they would not crack like eggs upon colliding with each other, or be torn to shreds by the slicing blades of air that fill the inside of the pillar. You bring the tornado back towards you; even at this distance the wind flaps your cloak revealingly and threatens to blow away your hat. If there was only a magic spell made to stick one thing to another…
It is about time. You turn your head, and a faint shimmer in the landscape catches your eye. This, even if strange, is nothing unexpected, and you keep your calm even when a slim masked figure clothed all in gold and purple resolves itself out of thin air and attempts to stab you with a twisted dagger. You did not think that you would catch the Golden Snake within that spell – her reputation would seem to wager against a single tornado getting the advantage of her – and you also know that a mage concentrating on a spell as if his life depended on it was a juicy target no self-respecting, confident sneak would ever pass up. “Target the magic casters!” had been a favourite command of yours back in your demon-slaying days after all, especially when you did it from behind while they were wasting their spells on the brave human armies buying time for your strategic backstabbing.
She realizes too late that her surprise attack has failed, for the second time today. Like her title would suggest, she moves fast, but you are faster. With your free hand, you catch the Golden Snake by her wrist and twist it hard enough for her to drop the dagger.
“Ouch!” she yells, not very convincingly. “That is mean of you, handsome!” Her voice is low, flirtatious and sultry even in the face of personal danger, seemingly designed to evoke thoughts of soft beds and rumpled sheets and sweating limbs entangled around one another like snakes. Of course, fortunately – or unfortunately – it does nothing for you. You look at her white mask. Only two holes are cut into the front for vision, and it is so dark that you cannot see her eyes. The surface of the mask seems scaled, like the skin of a snake. You would not be surprised if that turns out to be what it is made of.
“Hey, won’t you let me go? I won’t do anything to you… you are too strong for me,” pleads the Golden Snake. “We can talk this out like civilized people, right?”
“In a bit, sure,” you say lightly. “I’m bringing your comrades to you first. When I asked if we should have words, I meant with all of you.”
“That’s very kind of you, but…” She swings her other arm up, whipping it across your face. Her fingers do not reach, but a cloud of purple powder floats up from between her fingers and scatters into your face. Then, she repeats her plea, in a more forceful tone this time. “You really should let me go now, handsome. Come on. We’ll have fun another time.”
You blink at her as the purple cloud disperses. “I really should?”
The mask nods quickly. “Yes, please? Pretty please? Look, you know I’m definitely going to see you again, right? The Duke will make sure of that. We’ll continue another time… I promise.”
You laugh. “Just because I should, doesn’t mean I would.” Your grip tightens, as does your smile. You hadn’t gotten where you are – granted, you are in the middle of nowhere having lost almost everything you had, but that is not important right now – by obediently doing what you should.
“W-what? You must-“ she sputters in disbelief. “It doesn’t work? How?”
You raise a hand and snap your fingers commandingly as the tornado spits out its victims in front of you and the masked woman. They crash into the ground, bones broken and battered and badly burnt, but you think they might survive if given proper attention. They groan and whimper on the ground, barely conscious.
“Look, handsome, I didn’t mean it,” the Golden Snake begins to say. “I don’t do this because I want to, alright?”
“Come on, who are you kidding? A woman like you does this precisely because you want to. Spare me the sob story, please.” You cannot help but chuckle. This is also not a tactic you are unfamiliar with, though you had used it on old women instead of good-looking men.
“I-“ She sighs. All pretense of fear and begging melt away in an instant. “Oh, you are an interesting one, handsome. From that tall hat and your mastery of magic… you are the one known as Trider Muhchacraken, aren’t you? We did not expect to see you here, and I did not expect you to be this charming. Yet, there is something off about you…”
“What would that be?” you ask carelessly, keeping any hint of caution out of your voice. Has she discerned your angelic nature?
“Are you not attracted to women at all?” she asks bluntly.
“Of course I am. I love women. I definitely love women, not men. What are you talking about?” you say, maybe just a bit too loudly.
“Then why do you not respond? I pride myself on being able to get even the most prudish men, but you… you are different,” she says, intrigued.
You twist her wrist a bit more, forcing her to stand on tiptoes. “Would you like to find out just how different?”
“That gives me tingles, handsome. You certainly have a way with words,” she giggles. “Say, I am being serious here. Won’t you let me go? You’ve certainly proved your power. I would not dare cross anyone who can defeat my Snakes with a single spell, not for all the riches in the world.”
“And let you tell Duke Hargreave Brescia about everything you have seen here? I don’t see how that benefits me at all, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, but I wouldn’t tell him everything! Just enough to keep him happy, and maybe a few bit choice words of your choosing.”
“But how would that benefit you?”
“You intrigue me, a lot more than that stuffy old Duke with his stuffy missions. Not to mention that you are a lot better looking than him. I would rather let a handsome man benefit from my skills and my body.”
“That is an interesting proposition,” you say. “You do know that it paints you as being the rather disloyal sort, doesn’t it? Not exactly the sort of person I could trust to let go, not after saying something like that.”
“Oh, what can I say? It’s love. Yes, truth be told, I think I’m in love with you,” she giggles again. “I have been searching for someone like you all my life. Your power! Your charm! Your casual indifference to my charms! I could get lost in it and never want to find a way out.”
***
A. You will bring her home to Grahferde, where you can interrogate her further at your leisure. You do not trust this woman enough to let her free at this moment.
B. You do not believe her words, but you do let the Golden Snake off to report back to her boss instead of potentially revealing Grahferde’s location through her. You will give her certain instructions and if she carries them out you will hear about it and know that she is at least partially genuine.
***
As for the other agents:
A. You hand them over to the Governor to do as he wishes. As an added service, you will transport them personally to Ontoglia. Of course, it would not be a free service.
B. You bring them back to Grahferde. You can decide what to do with them later on, including silencing them for good. As unlikely as it may be, they might also give you leverage against the Golden Snake.
C. You let them go free with a warning not to tell anyone about what they saw here. Let no one say you are a callous and uncaring man.
1. You do not engage in gender discrimination and apply your actions equally.
2. You only do so with the men. You sort out any women, giving them priority for medical attention, and take them home to Grahferde.