Very small installment, hope the next come soon.
Yet nothing happened. Instead of turning into a statue, Frida delivered another painful slap to the noblewoman's face. Delvina groaned but gathered all her strength and tried another spell which was supposed to simply throw her opponent a few yards away. And again, the only response to that was Frida's laughter and a new heavy smack.
Though wincing in pain, Delvina began to cover with cold sweat. Now she realized why her actions had been fruitless. Of course she heard of people whom the Mages call 'blank'. They were born without any sense of magic and were totally immune to it. That was a very rare phenomenon and almost everybody who was born with this trait never lived through infancy, because of the poor health. The accounts of adult, physically healthy and mentally stable people having such a feature were often dismissed as anecdotes by some magicians.
And yet the 'merchant' Frida was there, sitting on Delvina's stomach and beating the magician mercilessly. Fearful and shocked, the noblewoman realized she could do nothing about it. She tried to stop the slapping physically but Frida intercepted her hand and pinned it against the floor, nickering again. “Your tricks aren't working very well, you silly b*tch, right?”
Delvina's only hope now was in her guards. To her good luck, Captain Martius very quickly realized that something went very wrong with the sorceress. He had two assailants between him and fighting women. Being an able warrior, he advanced on them and they were stepping back. In a quick move, Martius killed one of them with his sword and the other bandit already thought of running away. But then the soldier who covered Martius back, suddenly fell with a dagger in his throat. While the captain steadied himself before finishing off last opponent, another one appeared right behind him and drove the axe into his unprotected head.
“NOOOO!!!” the shout of Delvina was probably heard in Berdum and beyond. She understood that without Martius and herself her cause didn't stand any chance. And the lady's fears were confirmed immediately. There were eleven bandits versus five guards in the inn, and attackers are now starting to overwhelm, with the soldiers falling one by one. In less than half a minute they were totally wiped out. Delvina was watching her defeat with the bitter tears welling in her eyes,
“Stand up, crying baby girl!” Frida shouted in her ear and slipped her hand into magician's elaborate hairdo. The magician,wincing, tried to push her assailant off but it looked pathetic. Delvina was almost literally raised up by the woman. Through the tears of pain welled in her eyes she looked at the people in the hall. Most of them watched at her with circumspection, like at a dangerous animal, some with hatred, but she also caught a couple of wry smiles.
“Move your noble ass quickly!” Frida interrupted her contemplations. “Or I'll tickle it with the blade. You snooty mage b*tches maybe all like it the hard way”. She coiled elegant brunette's hair around her fist and led her to the post where Ilgwid stood. The bandits helped the witch to get out of the binds and she almost fell when became free... but held up seeing the mage being led to her. Her eyes snapped.
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