The horses were screaming. Terrified, the brigands had an option to choose, fight or run away. They knew their senses calling them to retreat in hopes of saving their soul but, their leader with pride and dominance as a man he wouldn't let this woman beat him to a pulp.
The others, however, would choose to stand with him or rather choose the other option of saving their soul.
Ashalain with her furious fire swept through sending a warning making those men stepping back at a distance. With little skill to show, their leader cast his skill in hopes of rallying his companions.
Readying his fighting stance, he gathers drawing out energy making him more powerful at strength and agility a berserk ability.
"Not yet!"
Uncontended by his power he again transmutes some of his energy towards his sword buffing the blades at full soar. It can chop down a single tree by a single slash it might even toe to toe with Ashalain's brute strength.
Charging at full rage Ashalain anticipated his attack and his power. Dodging the attack, the flames dance with her as she leaps and maneuvers her movements, waiting for a chance to strike. In a berserk mode the man even though the fire was in radiant temperature he was unaffected by the flames as if energy shields the power of Ashalain's fire.
She jumps over aside before the man could slice-hammer her in half. A chance was given Ashalain perfectly maneuvers herself drawing a blade through his back backstabbing him perfectly.
"GRAAAAA!" The man let out a groan as the fiery sword roast him inside, he could feel the flames devour his guts before succumbed to death.
Seeing their leader's death panic they haste their beating heart ensure of safety. -Swoosh- the flames caught up to them.
The screaming sound by the torment of her flames slowly fades away leaving a burnt corpse. As one of the servants of a God, she knew what had to be done so she gathers their body. Laying each other's side by side as she cast aflame this time it was different not an orange color but a blue flame. What's more stunning was, it only devours the body leaving the grass unaffected. The archer, however, must have had fled the scene after the death of their leader.
Akatosh was staggered by her power the way she fought that raging man utterly amazed him. he didn't blink an eye while witnessing Ashalain calmly dodge, no she was like dancing as the flames arc with her movements truly a sight to see.
With bursting heart, Akatosh was silent compared to Ashalain he was but a chicken to her.
They resumed their travel this time he was sitting right beside the old driver not wanting to face Ashalain. Tired of doing nothing Akatosh brought out a book and the magic quill. He thought to himself that his knowledge might fade so he transfers what knowledge he could think of into the book he's been carrying and putting the blank book to good used.
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Silently conversing with himself he writes everything he could remember.
"The first thing is black powder if memory serves, the percentage of mixing the three ingredients would be something like this. Either 65-70 percent of saltpeter, 15-19 percent of charcoal, and 10 or maybe 12 percent of sulfur"
After finishing the black powder, he moves to one of the revolutionizing inventions, 'steam engine'. Drawing the 'reciprocating steam engine', thinking hard he reluctantly taps the tip of the quill trying to remember how the 'steam engine' works.
The taping stops, "Va-ve- val- that's it! 'Sliding-valve', this allows the fresh steam to enter and is also used to exhaust the steam to exit the cylinder, funny it works like a sliding door". Minutes of sketching and engineering he was finally done. It might not be a high-quality drawing but overall, the construction diagram is very well made.
After briefly reviewing the data Akatosh stops, thinking about other innovations from his past world. He thought something different something that is of use on the battlefield, he had no magic nor own skill, so he had to do something. Something he can show these magic people the power of modern detonation.
"Moderns guns might be a good idea, but the mechanism is quite incredibly challenging. unless I have to step by step create its mechanical components such as 'springs', 'hydro-pneumatic recoil system' that would help the firing rate of a gun. Its twisted guns from the inside that give better accuracy. Oh… I almost forgot there are two types of shell, the AP (Armor Piercing), and the HE (High Explosive) but the problem is the materials and where to find them. Best writing this don't want it to be lost because of pure survival thinking."
As Akatosh draw the blueprints of different kinds of innovation, gears, springs, hydraulic, HE shells, AP shell everything related to big guns. From that moment he was in its world unfazed by the sound of distraction around every corner of his surroundings.
Leaned inside the wagon Ashalain took a glimpse of Akatosh's drawing, she carefully stares at his drawing showing a bulky like an arrowhead, but its diagram was very peculiar. She didn't know what he was doing and what he was drawing assuming some kind of a relic.
Page by page his book is now full of knowledge but only to him, he understands. Without realizing Ashalain somehow manages to get closed to him watching him inspecting the drawings, the diagrams but for how hard she tried to understand she couldn't read his language more, so she didn't understand the blueprint he was sketching. She couldn't help it that her curiosity forced her to ask a question.
"You seem to be farfetched on what you're doing." Ashalain implores.
"Funny I say, so what do you want."
She hesitated but soon bite her lips and ask a direct one. "I was curious"
"I see, sorry but these things are complicated to explain."
"So, what are those things that you've been sketching lately." Ashalain sigh.
"Funny you ask. This is but things you and this world should not know"
"And why is that I ask?" She says, twitching her eyebrows.
"Cause is but a thing you wouldn't understand."
"Truly why your attitude bothers other people," Ashalain sigh returning to her position.
He averted his eyes looking at her sitting. He knows that by explaining these things with someone's intend perspective of knowledge, one could know what he might bring so keeping a secret for himself was the best action he thinks the right way.
"Sorry mate but explaining these, well you might look at me as a man who holds dangerous relics. I might end up in a dungeon."