Not far from where the Ganker’s trap was laid, a small pile of stolen equipment sat in a room with four Champions. Two Champions, a male and a female, checked the equipment for any upgrades they could steal. Another pair, the leader and his right hand lady studied a holographic image. The team had used it to keep track of a fearsome quarry. However, the trail was a continuous puzzle.
Shinsaku Yu sat at the desk in what was now his warrior’s garb, the most powerful armor picked from the stolen gear. He was rather tall for a Crisho and not all of the pieces fit. His gold skin peeked from beneath the helmet while a red patch of skin escaped for his right glove. The armor didn’t look right on him, but it could easily be refitted.
The Champion they tracked had stood out as a tournament hopeful from the moment she stepped off the shuttle. She looked utterly fearsome especially with that maul. If anyone in RedBatty was going to win, this warrior could not be allowed to fight in the tournament.
“Now she’s going into the Casting Talent School,” Shinsaku stated while pointing at the miniature image on his desk.
It was a comment of utter confusion. His companion Ione Zhang had watched the same image for the last hour. She knew everything the mysterious warrior had done. Their cloaked tracking droid had followed the target since she walked away from their alley.
Ione watched the image of the warrior entering the Caster Talent School. Her orange skin and thin mahogany stripes shown through her tattered disguise. “How do you know it’s a she? He seemed quite strong to me.”
Shinsaku couldn’t help but glance at Ione. She was an essential member of RedBatty, but she questioned just about everything he said. Sometimes he wondered if he was really the leader of this team, “The warrior’s armor, particularly the belt, suggests a torso to leg ratio fitting that of a female.”
Whatever, smarty-pants… Ione couldn’t help but roll her eyes listening to Shinsaku’s intellectual dribble. “Fine whatever, why is she going there,” Ione asked resigning to his logic. She snapped her fingers with the dawn of inspiration, “She’s an enchanter.”
Ione had charmed the fearsome looking warrior just as they planned. She guided the warrior directly towards the trap but it took a great deal of strength to get her moving. If this was truly a lady, powerful strength enchants must be in play.
Shinsaku had pegged her for a Combatant Talent user. That was the only explanation he could find for that heavy destructive weapon. It was big enough to wreck someone with a single hit, the focus of the Combatant Talent Set. But now she went into the Caster school?
“She has to be an enchantress,” Shinsaku was confident in that statement. Enchanting skills were usually taught in the Casting Schools so that explained things well enough. Ione was the most powerful enchantress he knew but this warrior shook off her charms. That was only possible if this fighter had powerful enchants of her own.
While someone could be a Combatant and a Caster, there were only a few moves in the two sets that worked well together. The other moves took too long to channel or were too weak to make a difference. She had to be walking from school to school for a reason.
“Fine. So, how are we going to get her,” Ione looked to Shinsaku.
Shinsaku had no immediate answer. After a little though he spoke, “I don’t know.” He stood and turned away from the image, “Keep watching her. I’ll review the tapes for clues. I could have sworn she was talking to herself earlier.”