“Eldon, this is the last lap,” I say, my tone low, the kind you give before you end something. “If you don’t want to die, do something.” I take off at full speed, branches whipping past as I push myself to ten times the pace I used earlier. He dodges well at first, but then—there. That faint silver shimmer appears before him, like a layer of water dancing around in a given shape. Clear… too clear. I send more pebbles his way, faster, harder. Just as I expect—the first hit makes it quiver, the second cracks it, the fourth shatters it completely. The impact blasts him backward. He clutches his arm, ducking behind another tree. I don’t give him the luxury of recovery. “If you use High Heal on yourself, I’ll break your legs,” I called out. His groan carries through the forest. A small smile tugs at my mouth. This is… fun. “Ready or not, here I come.” The next hour is a blur of motion and impact. It takes three hours total to get his shield dense enough to hold at three inches thick
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