19 Moons- Hunt For The Stolen Child (3rd Night, 3rd Trail)

--- Jon ---

He checked his phone noting that it was just after midnight.

(Don’t have a lot of time.) He grimaced, before turning back to the warehouse the Dealer had told him about a little over an hour prior. (Going to have to be quick about this.)

Part of him knew that hitting the warehouse after he’d had more time to scout and prep was a better option in the long-term but another louder part of him was more focused on the fact that the sooner he hit this warehouse the sooner he’d find Kenneth.

(If I find anything about him that is.)

He shook his head, once more earning a concerned look from Pix who had to know the stress was getting to him.

And once more he was tempted to assure her that he’d live -after all he’d already survived so much worse- but before he did, he managed to remember that he’d already said as much earlier, and repeating the same assurances would do the opposite.

“You’ve got my back?” He asked instead, hoping to deflect the little fairy’s concerns by reminding her of just what she was capable of.

Pix didn’t even hesitate to give him a determined nod, something that assured him far more than his own words had her.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He nodded back with a smile that while she couldn’t see, he was sure she could feel through the contracting bond that connected them.

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Eventually he knew he had to get moving if he wanted to make it back before dawn, so he stood and rolled his neck as he began planning out his attack. (Alright first, quick inventory of what I’m working with here…)

(Since I used that one arrow on that guy I’ve got about six arrows left, two being tranquilizers and another two making up a trap arrow.) He really was going to have to make more after tonight.

(My axe is too bulky, and I’d rather not make this lethal if I can. So that leaves me with my combat knife.) He’d have brought his throwing knives too, but he didn’t want to bring something throwable without a recall enchantment on it.

(I’ve got all four of my healing salves, since I used one on Miss Valentine.) They wouldn’t fix a full on gunshot wound, but at the very least they’d help with any scrapes and bruises he’d pick up in a melee.

(Speaking of healing, I’ve also got Pix’s.) Which was something he knew he’d have to rely heavily on if this turned into an all out fight. (Though her zaps and illusions might be able to help a little bit too, if we’re willing to spend magic there.) That was going to be a big deciding factor in his actions throughout this whole fiasco.

Back in Blackwell there’d been so much ambient magic that he didn’t need to worry about spending it, both his and Pix’s natural supplies being more than double what it was in the city. Meaning, even with him slowly regaining what he used, he’d still have to manage it to a certain extent.

(Which brings up the question on if I should summon Wolf?) From what he knew of her abilities, with or without her clones she’d still be a big help in a fight. (And since she’s a wolf she might even have some stealth abilities of her own.)

His eyes darted to the warehouse, and he couldn’t help but frown as he saw the two or three guards outside of it. (Don’t like the fact that I don’t know what exactly I’m up against in there.) Sadly, it was a fact he was more than used to being unhappy with given the how the Corrupted had operated in Blackwell.

(Just means I’ve got to think this through…)