Cologne, one of the Matriarchs of the Chinese Amazons, looked on sadly as the village attempted to continue to put itself back together. Walls had to be repaired, houses rebuilt, a new challenge log located, Outer Walls needed new timber, and they had yet to get Cee Dee off of that tree.
Stupid male kept muttering about flat-chested sorcerers, whatever that meant. She really needed to ban whatever that fool had read this time.
“Any luck?” she asked, noticing her fellow Matriarch making her way over.
Lotion shook her head. “None; whatever tracking spells and methods we use to locate the sorcerer yield nothing, as we expected. Though I had thought spell users of this power had long since faded into the ether.”
Cologne nodded. “It would appear that we were wrong.”
“You know, they might not have done this had your great-granddaughter not given her the Kiss of Death.”
“Oh, don’t be blaming this on me and my family,” seethed Cologne. “I remember all too well how you voted during the meetings where I tried to have that law toned down if not eliminated. So don’t you fucking dare lay this blame on me. My great-granddaughter was following the law you and your group supported. Don’t moan now that your law was enforced on someone with more than enough power to say ‘fuck you’ to it!”
Lotion glared at her before nodding. “It would seem so,” she sighed. “What was the total damage?”
“Luckily, no one was killed or seriously hurt. The damage was limited to non-life-threatening injuries and property damage. I have no doubt it was because that mage didn’t seek out our deaths, rather than a measure of her power.” Cologne looked towards the Gates, waiting for her last bit of information to pay off. “Given that we cannot trace the redheaded sorcerer and given her skills in martial arts, I would say we avoided losing many warriors today.”
“Are you saying we could not defeat her?”
Cologne sighed. Lotion always took any challenge as an affront to her station. “Us? We could have dispatched her with a few losses.
“But the warriors of this village do not have our long-learned skills. We would have lost numbers in the dozens, if not hundreds.”
“Surely you jest!”
“My name is not Shirley, and you would be a fool not to have noticed the spells she tossed around as if they were kid’s play, without a single sign it was taxing her.”
Lotion growled, but said nothing. “To think we were laid such by an outsider female!”
“Oh yes, because the Chinese with their nuclear weapons couldn’t do damage of this magnitude,” Cologne replied, her voice dripping of sarcasm.
Seeing what she had been waiting for, Cologne gave a smile that frightened several veteran Amazon warriors to find a sudden need to relieve themselves. “And I suspect more answers to the identity of our little warrior-mage comes this way,” she cackled.
Lotion looked down the path, spotting Cologne’s descendant, along with several other Amazon warriors… escorting a bound Jusenkyo Guide.
“You may have been too busy playing politics and saving your own ass, Lotion,” smirked Cologne. “But I was level-headed enough and aware of my surroundings to spot the fact the redhead and the panda were both accompanied by the Guide. So I’m left to wonder, if those were their cursed forms, just what springs did they fall into and who were they before?”
Ranma looked out from under her umbrella as the rain ended. Obviously, this secondary curse is a lot stronger than I first believed. Had she not expected it and changed beforehand, she had no doubt the rain would have struck her somehow, even destroyed her umbrella to get to her. It is as my computer suggested, the human curse seems to have a stronger secondary curse than the non-human curse.
Interesting…
“Boy! Stop wasting time!”
She tried to ignore the growing curiosity of just where her father got those signs. He’d just keep flipping them around, no visual evidence he was reusing the differing sides to speak with let alone writing on them, annoying the hell out of her once again. “What do you mean ‘wasting time’?”
“We’re here at the Dojo!” “My old friend can’t see us like this!” “Change us back with that magic!”
She really fought the temptation to strike him with her lightning spell again. The ground was still wet from the rain and she didn’t feel like having her hair stand on end because of her attack being conducted right back at her.
“You do not retain much in the way of useful knowledge, do you?” asked Sekhmet. “Ranma has already informed you no less than twenty-five times that she does possess such knowledge.”
“She might have learned it if someone big and furry hadn’t insisted they immediately go to the Amazon village,” sneered Bastet.
“I fail to see how this is my fault!” “Now change me back, Boy!”
Flexing her hands, Ranma glared at her father, wondering if there were perhaps some spells she could use to strike the fat fool. I need to study up on Mars Path and any other fire spells I’ve gotten over the years. Maybe singed fur will give him a clue…
“Bibbidy-bobbidy-boo,” snorted Ranma, reaching into her shirt and pulling out a thermos.
“See, the Boy does know how!”
“Glacies Parietis!”
“Not that I don’t mind the occasional Genma-bashing,” started Sekhmet as Ranma returned to being male.
“Not me,” interrupted Bastet. “I can’t get enough of it!”
“But why did you incase him in an ice wall?” asked Sekhmet.
Ranma just smirked. “Because it means when I hit him with fire, I don’t have to worry about burning anything near him.”
“…Well done,” nodded Sekhmet, as she and Bastet used their magic to generate small chairs to lounge in. “Go ahead.”
“Flamma Offendo!”
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