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doing the same thing flashes in my mind. Who is she?
    I hurry to her side, coming up from behind so as to avoid the carn taking a swipe at me. Climbing up, I point my pistol at the scarred carn. It’s flame flares for a second. “I love you too, sunshine,” I say with a grim smile.
    There’s something at the back of my mind, a voice and words. I give the woman a glance, and it’s like I’m hearing her mutterings but it’s in the voice of a demonic child. I almost slip off as I recoil, something in my deep memory making me momentarily afraid.  
    A red haze appears, surrounding the levi-car. I stare in surprise at the woman. Her eyes are glowing, and I swear I can feel the rush of mana flowing from the air, through her and then doing her bidding. I’m certain she’s been part of a Wizard’s inner circle. The heart shaped face, the sharp features, it’s not from any realm or domain I can recall but her skill and confidence speaks volumes.
    I turn my attention back to the carnu who have their clawed hands outstretched, testing the edge of the barrier. They’re spreading out, talking to each other.  
    “Do you have a plan?” I ask her.
    “Not really. You?”
    I stare at her, stunned. “You can understand me?”

episode twelve

    “How the yig can you understand me?” I repeat. It doesn’t make any sense, why is she doing this now? Wait… I glance at the protective shield she’s got up and the amount of concentration on her face, maybe she’s not responsible for understanding me now. Why’s this happening now? I run my hand through my sweaty hair and then shake my head. Who the yig cares, there’s carnu.
    Glancing back into the levi-car, I see the blond woman’s stirring. I offer her a hand and help her climb out. I notice three scars on her face that are very distinctive. They remind me of ones that some types of severe criminals get, but I don’t remember anything else.
    “Can you wield magic like her?” I ask, pointing at her friend. I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
    She stares at me confused. “Pan ji?”
    “Wait. Can you understand me?”
    She squints and rolls a hand at me. Maybe that means so-so.
    I point at the other passenger. “What about the guy?”  
    Her face goes tight and steely. “Not making go.”
    Twisting my head to the side, I swear I understood some of that. “He’s not going to make it? Is that what you meant?”
    She nods.
    “Great, we had too many anyway. No point in winning the easy way,” I mutter. I catch a glimpse of Randmon on my shoulder, his little mouse face has a peculiar look that gets my attention. “Are you doing this language stuff?” He stares at me like an idiot. Right, a mouse is a mouse is a mouse. I turn back to the blonde as she fishes about in the levi, likely for some weapons. “Hey! What’s her name?” I glance over at the acolyte, and she’s dropping beads of sweat the size of marbles. We don’t have a lot of time.
    “Ania.” She taps on her chest, “Dila.”
    “You’re Dila, she’s Ania, got it. I’m…” Yig, my brain just skids to a stop again, “I’m going to come up with a plan.” I rub my forehead trying to think of what our options are. “Oh yig, no…” That freaking nausea’s starting again. “Dila, magic’s going to fail again.”
    “What?” she asks, preparing a crossbow.
    I wave at the sky. “Magic, all magic, it’s going to stop working in a minute,” I say, trying to fend off outright panic.  
    Dila stares at me like I just said something crazy, because in her reality, I did. Who the yig can feel magic coming and going, it must sound like I can feel clouds moving in a foreign country. I bet they didn’t know why their levi-car crashed into the tree.
    Ania groans in pain, her footing slipping on the top of the levi for a second. The two carnu are pushing on her protective shield from opposite sides. Freaking smart fire-heads.
    Concern flashes on Dila’s face, “She no do—”
    “Not doing well?