>>5299098Yan stopped in his tracks, as disturbing implications of an earlier observation that nagged in the back of his mind clicked altogether to reveal a sinister picture.
"Newborn daughters don't simply ask for the location of a high profile figure like the town mayor while carrying a tier-4 knife relic and an artisan-grade communicator for a purpose other than altruistic." Yan said aloud, the blood in his face draining.
Solomon locked eyes with Yan and immediately understood the urgency and the dire consequences should they fail to act, his face quickly mirroring his brother's skintone.
As one they quickly turned on their heels and began sprinting towards the town center at speeds high level Fibromancers are capable of. Each stride kicking up dust, blood, grime, and gibs that disturbed the commerce and town activity in their wake.
Three strides in, Runic lines engraved along their augmented clawed arm and bodies lit up in gold has the channeled spell began to take hold.
Seven strides in, Solomon sends a message to Sathriel via Modular Neuromancy to warn her of the upcoming event and their actions to prevent a crime on the precipice of being committed. At the same time Yan stretches out his augmented claw and hones in on the exit destination for their runic warp.
Nine strides in, Yan sends his brother a neuromantic message fired lightspeed telling him that the warp placement will be slow and imprecise. Solomon replies to initiate the warp regardless of imprecision.
On the tenth stride, Solomon and Yan receive a message from Sathriel. Their mother has been notified of the danger and is enroute. Unfortunately she will arrive late.
On the twelfth stride Yan and Solomon activate the Runic warp spell. A mighty gash in reality is rent in front of the brothers with a swipe of their runic engraved claws. The momentum carrying them into the rift.
And just as quickly they entered, the two exited out the other side. Just in time to see their target moments away from sliding the knife into the space between Jeraha's ribs.
A scream sounds out in the air as Solomon and Yan's Runic warp carried the two forwards near the speed of sound and tackling both the daughter wielding the knife and the Mayor of Laoc, the two brother's momentum carrying both their intended targets away from each other.
Yan examines the shaken mayor for any wounds dealt to her while Solomon pinned the assassin underneath his runic claw, the assassin de-limbed of arms and legs in the ensuing tackle.
As chaos erupts in the middle of the town square, Solomon turned toward Yan.
"Hey Yan?" asked Solomon.
"What is it Sol?" replied Yan.
"Ask mom to see if we can have a trip down to Cradleton at the end of this. This might be the start of an investigation to a case bigger than what mom can handle. We may need a third party to aid our investigation."
END.
