James felt like he’d gotten pretty high up for the few seconds he had to climb, but all of his confidence shriveled away when he saw Felix plant himself at the bottom of the tree and then launch himself upwards vertically with a several-feet-tall pillar of steaming ice.
James was holding onto the trunk with one foot each on a different branch when Felix shot his way up to him, staring him in the face.
James felt a chill run down his spine, and not because of the cold.
So these guys were mages. Mages in hiding posing as bounty hunters to get by, but using magic to hunt down their bounties. Because who would trust the word of a criminal? Criminals would say anything to be released. If they accused the person who captured them of magic it wouldn’t be considered as truth for a second.
It was smart of them, really. More clever than he initially gave them credit for, when he’d thought they didn’t look like bounty hunters. They must’ve been using their magic to compensate for any lack of physical intimidation and presence.
That said, Felix’s words confused him.
Of course James hurt Viktor. He had been concussed and captured. He was trying to escape.
“It’s nothing personal,” he said bluntly. “You hit me in the head, I knee you in the face to get away. I’d really rather not get taken in today, or ever, you know?”
His body was buzzing to run. To keep climbing. But he’d done this to himself. He glanced down the tree, calculating the worth of the risk of the fall.
“You know I’m wanted alive, right?”
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