Heaving to his feet, still carrying the surprisingly heavy woman, Barry ran as fast as his barely trained body would carry him. Which turned into a light jog at the effort level of a marathon.


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    “Stop playing coy. I can see the chunk of your arm missing and my chest hurts. You didn’t strip or search me, only healed me with a spell foundation I can’t place. You’re not with the Crowns, or I’d be dead. You’re not one of mine, or I’d be at a safe house. Now answer the fucking question.” She said, the gun snapping in the direction of Barry’s head.


    Fifth rank? Blood mage? Blood magic is like really really illegal and she just admitted to specializing in it. What the fuck do I say now? “Hey I’m Barry and I’m a second rank spatial mage.”


    Cause I can’t warp anyone anywhere! I’m a fucking second rank!


    “That does sound interesting. But a framework for a life debt? I tell you what. Give me the book, and a couple weeks to stew on it. By the time we talk again, I’ll have a satisfactory answer for you.” Barry said, sitting up and sticking out his hand for a handshake.