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The lad once again involuntarily and vaguely accelerated his perception, taking advantage of his spiritual perception, very quickly deciding what he should do. The smartest thing to do was to just forget about the jellyfish, leaving them to die while he activates the Fugitive and leaves. But even if he hid his aura, they would be looking for him anyway, and this bitch might have Senior Shamans in her family, or even Higher ones who would be able to detect his disguise. And he just didn't want to run away, accused of something I hadn't done. After all, running away would be an admission of guilt. He didn't want to abandon the guard faithfully performing their duties too.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:00

The moment stretched out to an obscene length, was over. Stepan was already issuing commands, ordering each jellyfish to move toward its opponent, pouring more of the cursed poison into the senior wind spirit, half alive and very exhausted. The one survived and was burning the poison out of him as Stepan tore at him, realizing that he literally had seconds to pull off his plan. A plan born from understanding the mechanics of how his guards' poison worked and a couple of exercises in dragging matter into the spiritual world, after which his chair had changed a lot. Well, the piece of furniture in the village house that he regularly shoved into the spiritual reflection of the world, not the medical term for feces.
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Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:19

Stepan grasped the sluggishly resisting wind guard with his battle claw - his sluggish resistance could have killed him on the spot if the guard had been hit - and then put in.... not much, in fact, even a little less than a quarter of the reserve, pulling sharply and pushing the entity upward. It was partly intuitive, partly a reliance on the obviously received but not yet revealed knowledge from the System, which he scooped up by the very edge. If the spirit had been fine, the shaman would have been blown to dust at the 'approach' stage, but the spirit was not fine and he was simply thrown into Reality. Again, if he were fine, he would have returned very quickly, only having spent some of his strength due to the sudden movement into reality, not having had time to lock this strength and not let it spill out. But the spirit, what a pity, was not fine. And so he would have to first burn out the remnants of the poison, and thus lubricate the inertial trace of the channel Stepan had thrown him into Reality.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 13:12

By the time he can get back, the spirit will not have lost all of its strength, and he will be able to fight. But he's not gonna be able to burn it out and come back fast. That's one. Both jellyfish may be losing, but due to experience and cohesion they do it slowly and with dignity, so they'll give him plenty of time. That's two. The shamaness shocked by the victory that has slipped from her hands again, can't even help her strongest fighter back here. That's three. Stepan had deliberately destabilized the inertial trail but hadn't completely destroyed it. Even his knowledge was enough to realize that trying to summon the guardian again, even if it was through a blood clan contract connection, would be a very perishing idea. They were still in the spiritual pocket, already unstable and even more destabilized by the fight. If create a call-channel in opposition to the existing ones, it is quite possible to close this pocket, even if you do everything very carefully, not to mention the pressure with all your might. And his unwanted and sudden rival, although overly emotional, but still strong, very experienced and well-trained....

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 14:24

"DEGENERATE!" The Earthman finished his thought, realizing that he had overestimated the erudition of this idiot, as well as her understanding of the workings of spiritual constructs, when she, without a backward thought in her stupid head, reached for the spirit that had just been banished, without a second thought, pouring more power into this counteraction to be sure that it would be enough while smiling victoriously in response to the animal horror that Stepan, who had no time to hide his emotions, had flashed. "YOU DUMB BITCH!!!"

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 15:24

The shriek-image was not heroic and nowhere near manly, but Stepan was a bit consoled by the fact that this stupid horse squealed no less desperately. Still, it is hard not to squeal when right under you, in such a studied and seemingly relatively calm area of the high spheres, long ago appropriated and became your support, located very close to the border of the real world, within walking distance of the main altar, opens DAMB ABYSS in the deep layers of the high spheres, exactly on the border of the almost disintegrated walls of the totem pocket. And you, due to the change of the currents of powers, rapidly emerged etheric whirlpool as if a pump sucking you into the total ASS, leaving bewildered and panicked spirits, which still had time to stop fighting and rush each to his ward, outside, because this hole slammed under the same pressure almost as soon as swallowed both shamans.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 15:27

///"It was good that it sucked him up in time, and did not cut off his spiritual body at the moment of the collapse of the gap," Stepan thought while he was rushing downward. It was just a passing thought, while involuntarily and with fright he was continuously broadcasting something quite different, suspiciously resembling all the stretching and stretching "BI-I-I-I-I-I-I-ITCH!". It was not just low layers of the spheres, no. It was something very, very deep, where there were no familiar reference points from the real world at all, only some very phantasmagoric images and a lot of hungry shit, which would obviously come to such a call and the glow of the souls of two stupid, tasty shamans. Stepan would have closed the images on himself, stopping to let everyone know about himself, but the girl was still desperately calling for help, not realizing that her call was only making things worse, attracting all those who might have missed the sudden visit of a walking burger and a vegan burger.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 15:36

Why vegan?

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:03

Because this idiot is such a vegie!

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:04

They were rushing along the breach closing after them, and the inevitable happened. The girl, who was much less oriented in this world and had neither an analog of spiritual transformation nor her defenders, involuntarily moved closer to the edge of the breach. Not only Stepan but she too could predict that she was about to be twisted nicely into spiritual mincemeat. To her credit, this fool did not stop fighting until the end, even though she was making things worse and worse for herself by her fluttering, bringing the end closer.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:43

\"And rightfully so!" - thought the young man, tearing off the spiritual necklace from his spiritual neck and wrapping it around the "normal" limb, making the fighting claw softer and tentacle-like, creating octopus-like suction cups. "It's your punishment for your stupid and retarded demise!" - he swore sincerely to himself, turning to the spiritual transform and growing either flippers or fins, which allowed him to turn his fall in the epicenter of the pump into a directional movement. "I hope you'll be spit on and pissed on by all your shamanic kin in the other world for being so flawed in life and death!" - He hoped, and then in a single jerk he put a part of his strength, simultaneously grabbing the shamaness a moment before the contact between her and the zone-wall-participant zone of spiritual destruction.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 19:13

A moment, and he presses her to his own back, wrapping her with his tentacle and active defense, and with his face and his working hand, in which he clutches the necklace, shining from the power it gives out, he smashes into the suddenly appeared barrier of pure light. Part of the necklace scatters with golden dust, wasting the invested power and will, but Stepan and the bag of shit and shitty character he had rescued were pushed back and even a little upwards from this barrier, under the sound image-exclamation of the earthman, which conveyed a very meaningful and profound "Yuk!". A moment later, when he twisted again and activated a new barrier, breaking the necklace and turning it into nothing, they both hit again, only now sideways, and the shamaness supported his philosophical maxim with an equally meaningful "UK!", which seemed to be swearing and not just an image-shout.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 19:17

They managed to escape, with the support of the very barrier that had thrown the Earthman and the sack of potatoes out of the breach and into the deepest part of the asshole.... somewhere not that deep and not so deep in the ass. Judging by the pressure of the currents, the intensity of reserve replenishment, and a bunch of other little things that the shaman's systemic knowledge-packed mind fished out at a great speed, they were in extremely dangerous shit, but not in shittest shit. Yes, it was scary and deadly. There is no argument here, but a well-prepared senior shaman might have traveled to such places or deliberately descended here for valuable spiritual imagery and insight into the spirit world. Yes, all sorts of predatory and just temporarily decided to become predators, but among them, there is no chthonic destruction, which can eat half a continent unluckily yawning. Yes, the girl is just squeezed to zero and now, without the cover of her spirits, will quickly die, but he is full of strength, having spent less than a third of the reserve, and part of it has already been restored due to the intensity of local energy. He still has an intact belt and bracelets. However, if such restoration is applied two or three times, he would have to undergo a couple of procedures and buy the necessary potions in the store, paying for the connection to such a powerful socket and absorption of too-hard power.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 19:21

He tore the belt off himself, tossing it upward, and it, too, glowed, not with light, but as if it were an evening gloom. It a concealing and averting the eye with the very will that embodied invisibility and untouchability. The high-ranking barrier circle worked properly, and little by little the creatures trying to eat them either lost sight of them or couldn't bring themselves to want to cross the barrier line. Though, again, most of the creatures were no match for the weak leeches from the upper layers. They had brains and realized that the prey was near, that they just had to wait and it would be theirs. Stepan could hardly resist the urge to poke an obscene gesture outside the circuit, and only because this gesture together with the means of poking could be torn off his face.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:04

"Y-you will share my fate, Talaat Khanur. Whatever you're planning, you'll never get out of here. I will die, but know that I will beg all these Khao. Asking for more pain for you." In the images of the steppe girl, who recoiled from him, there was only weariness and doomed pride. The remnants of the hatred that could no longer burn extinguished under the cover of despair. "My mother will find them too, and they will not escape the wrath of Khao-Seakhar."

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:05

That's it. At this point Stepan broke down, because when he heard this stupid accusation and realized that the fucking, psychotic, semi-literate imbecile still had the opinion that he was a villainous villain who wouldn't even let her retreat from this place using the means of evacuationю His ruff was completely blown off. Having estimated the amount of strength and safety margin remaining in the signs circling around their island of order, he slowly turned around and changed from the last effort to preserve the dignity of the looking-aware shamaness, and then he was simply lost his temper.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:09

"You're as dumb as a log from my grandfather's house, a complete imbecile victim of falling headlong onto a rock at a young age, compared to whom even this four-fucking-damned log would be like a sage next to a dung fly larva, unable to imagine how fucking dumb you are." Seeing her indignation and the anger that flared up, he pushed with his spirit, not breaking his images into short slices, but giving them out in a steady stream, and he was getting much better at it. It was the effect of his many attributes and experience, so he shut her up halfway through. "Did you even ask me anything? Did you even fucking ask your spirits about what was even there? I, you idiot fucked with a poker, banged with a ladle, dropped into a cesspool five times, ransomed a hundred times, twisted five hundred times, cast out of the goldsmiths in disgrace for being too shitty, appeared there because you closed your fucking circuit of protection of your stupid pocket! And the crowd of nasty spirits on the aspects of filth and rot banally ate the shell of the pocket, because it should be locked, bitch, completely, and not the node of the passage only, because pocket, you miserable with you mind and body nothingness, is in the high, fuck them in the fuck, spheres! The shell, the closing circuit, that fucking line of perception, you weak-minded disgrace of my profession! And while they ate your spirits, power, and offerings, your pocket. was disintegrating before it started to siphon the power into the background! I, bitch, got there by accident, I was attacked nasty spirit attracted by your underdeveloped call, and when I destroyed them, and even more, I retarded hearted tried not to spoil your totem, you swooped down on me like a fucking vulture, like an angry grandmother from the queue to the official, like a dog of the yard, from which a bone is taken away, and did not even let me say a word, went straight to fight! ENDLESSLY! STUPID! YOU! STUPID!"

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 13:07

If at the beginning of his rant she was still trying to make some sort of outrage, by the end it seemed to him that even her spirit form had gone a little pale and red at the same time. Well, whether that was a consequence of the exhaustion, combined with the obviously unhealthy pressure of the deep layer, he didn't know. The important thing was that she, who obviously didn't sense a lie - lying directly in such a state of being was quite difficult, and Stepan himself wasn't very good at it, and she wasn't even good at it - had a sharp attack of shame, and she sat down right there and changed position, leaning on the barrier-belt and trying not to burst into tears. Though, bitch, how one could sob in an out-of-body state, Stepan didn't understand and didn't consider this action possible.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:23

"I am guilty, honorable Khao-Seran, and my guilt is undeniable." She pulled herself together, and assuming a posture more befitting her pride, she addressed him in grave and humble imagery. "I cannot and don't ask for forgiveness. It is only in my power to accept my fate. In the jaws of these Khao-Tlaresh for both of us. Forgive me if you can. Hate me with all your heart, for that is what I deserve."

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:25

Stepan was even a little embarrassed, because it was so sincere and, well, humble overlimit. He also suspected that this dummy had just mastered the skill of pretending in the speeches of spirits, in the direct exchange of images. Still, there are spirits, which calmly lie and deceive. Just for mortals it is much more difficult, for the same reasons “fish on land”. In the material world Stepan could lie when communicating with the called spirit. Although it is also very difficult and many spirits lie will still detect, even not necessarily strong spirits. Here and this one now, directly in every possible way demonstrates remorse. Though if he nails this asshole here as punishment, he won't get any understanding from her kin and the same mother, whom the daughter called with a complex term-image, outlining “a hereditary shamaness on the border between the elder and the higher, able to cross this border at the expense of old contracts on the blood of her family”.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:32

"All right, enough of this snotty bullshit." He couldn't take it first, he'd never managed to be pompous and majestic. №Like my grandfather used to say, everyone has the right to be a moron. And the situation was ambiguous, I realize that. Enough groveling here, come on, activate the beacon and get out of here, while my circle-from-circle is still holding the defense. It'll let you through, that's why I made it, so I can escape like this if anything happens. Fuck, all this effort and it's all fucked up! Eh, damn luck!"

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:35

Stepan distracted himself a little, not hurrying to let the shaman out of the trick, so that she wouldn't do something weird again, and began to examine the solid wall of the barrier. The nature of the circle-from-circle structure did not allow him to see and understand what was there on the other side, but what he managed to catch before the circle closed was enough to realize that they were waiting for them, the bastards, and the number of them had not decreased much, but at least not increased. And Stepan was not going to make another pathos fight, he had already had enough fun today, preferring to finish the expedition, especially since he had already earned at least one, but probably two levels. But only his thoughts were interrupted by a sobbing image of a crazy shaman, who looked at his perplexed image with an image, figuratively speaking, of a sad smile with tears in her eyes.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:37

"I cannot sense the White Chamber and the Hearth of Ancestral Spirits from this place. It's too far and too dark. I can't feel Mother's will. I can't reach the loyal Khao. I can't do anything, Honorable. And Mother is out of the house now, as is Father. She sensed trouble, she should have. But it all happened too fast. She won't make it. No matter how much I believe in my Mother, she'll never make it. If she had 2,000 more breaths. But she didn't." It was as if she were apologizing, sincerely asking forgiveness for something else that the shaman could not understand, though he very much recognized that this fool had something to apologize for. "I decided to go out into the world of Khao-tan today. I wanted to show both myself and her. To show that I am already worthy of trust and respect. Worthy to learn new knowledge. that my mother has not yet revealed to me. I don't want to destroy your hope. But I do not have the power to save us from a fatal fate. The Khao-tlaresh will feast tonight. By me and you."

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:41

He stares at her for a few minutes, probably even longer, and in front of his face, figuratively, thankfully speaking, it's as if there's a blue screen of death, with which he's trying to comprehend, to put the situation in his head. There she is. A hereditary shamaness in the eleventh generation, the child of two nations and two dynasties. Though she didn't mention her father, so he's probably weaker than her mother. She being not much older than him, she's in pure strength and some areas of skill, perhaps even better than he is, with all his System cheets. Predominantly due to a very wide pool of inherited contracts and all that came with them, but that doesn't negate the fact itself. And there she is. Her. Has no safety anchor in case she falls through the deep layers or loses her bearings among the etheric currents. Is that normal at all? Or had he, Stepan, grossly underestimated the extent of the value of having access to contracts like his Butterfly Runner? Or... or he just refuses to understand it.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 17:59

"Fuck, but how?" He couldn't stand it, not even shouting and throwing out images, but just asking with a completely deadpan look. "Well, okay, you can't feel the anchor, but contracts, contracts with dualistic spirits, on a bond of thin bodies? Chains-on-hooks with a blood bond and maternal warmth? Even an inverted thread on attraction in case contact with the spirit beacon is broken? Don't your family have any? I don't believe it!"

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 18:01

"These khao are very fastidious and unruly. They are called and invoked for weeks sometimes. Only for the most important of rituals. To the most secret of invocations. Which are not held under the heavens, but under the cover of the khao-dwelling worlds." She explained with the same sad, doomed smile, seemingly resigned to putting herself into a trance so she wouldn't be so afraid to die. "My mother is Khao-Seahar. She can make such calls, but not me. I learned the invocations, I know the names of the Khao-yalat. But I was just too young to call them. It was. It was not yet time for me to go and speak to where and with those where these khao are needed. On this sad day, I just... just, uh. It was just a normal day. I just decided to check my little ahan-mayat where I called for khao on days when my Mother was busy and did not require help. No one would call yalat for nothing. No one would do such a ne-e-e-ik...."

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:39

Her excuses, with which she tried to calm her colleague and explain to him why even with all the strength of her kind they were finished, were interrupted in a completely unseemly and not sublime way, when Stepan again showed his grasping tenderness, thrusting it under his own heart and pulling out the sphere of the still sleeping Fugitive, immersed in the motionless sphere, as if cast from amber. He withdrew deceptively calmly from the contract, in fact tensely watching the shamaness's every movement and image, preparing to attack in response to her attempt to take away his only chance for salvation. He almost begged her mentally, almost pleaded with her, // "Come on, you proud bitch, come on, you fucking bitch, attack, take it away, take it back, or at least try to," but she only shrank back and pierced her with such despair that even mockery was no longer an option.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:41

" I couldn't ask, but I am asking." She said only that, and her image assumed a kneeling posture, not so much humiliating to her as showing her reverence for him, which was how it felt. - My name is Singha, daughter of Maega, daughter of Maedra. My mother is Khao-Seahar of the tribe of the Free Winds under the banner of Hailan Khan. I ask you to tell her the news of my end. To tell her my mistake and to tell her that I am sorry, very sorry. That I love her, my father, my brother and-- and that I'm sorry. This could be dangerous and I'm not asking you to come under her eyes and wrath in person. But at least send word. Through one of your kh-khaos, I beg of you. By letter. I don't want them not to know how. I don't want them to wonder... blame themselves.

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:26

With every word she said, with every goddamn image, so sincere that you'd have to be fucking higher to tell a lie like that, it was as if the steam in his head was boiling harder and harder. His anger at her, such a fool, her mother, their whole family, the spirit world, the Autogoddess, this one out of habit, the whole world was reaching some crazy point. He wanted to just tear her apart right there. His emotions were rattled by his spiritual body, not his hormones, but his spirit also gave in to his anger. With a snarl worthy of a university cat Basileus Arnoldovich, who saw a competitor from the next street near his trough he got closer to this fatalist, who didn't even fucking try to hit him, while he was distracted. She didn't even fucking think about it. As he drew closer, he broke the sheath around the amber with the Fugitive Butterfly in an instant jamming it sharply into the center of the shamaness's chest.

Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:27

It pricked under his heart as if it were here, but it wasn't. It was in his real body that the Fugitive's counterpart disappeared, appearing in the body of this one, Tits, or whatever her name was. He grinned frantically, not visible under the layers of gray haze that blurred his face anyway, except that she caught the outline of his grin, and breathed his words into her face. Surprisingly calm, even a little indifferent, as if he'd decided to talk about the weather, not about life and death and the canonicity of the next Marvel reboot.
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Camrad_RIP 16.06.24 в 12:32

"Activate the link and get out of my sight, you silly shit." He's feeling pretty tired right now, and he's got a lot of work ahead of him. "Now. The circle-from-the-circle is barely a third of its strength left."

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:13

"Y-you... I won't forget, I swear by all the hao, I won't forget." Quietly, but truly moved, she says, pressing her hands under her solar plexus and beginning to melt, reaching for her body through all the barriers as if they were not there at all, as if her spirit were here and not quite here, only to be there a moment later. "State your name, honorable Khao-Seran. Whoever your relatives and kin are. My kind and my blood. I, all of us, will pay for your life as best we can."

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:19

He interrupted her, though, because the barrier didn't just shudder, no, someone nearly made the circle-from-the-circle collapse, in one fell swoop draining as it were not all the remaining reserves of spiritual will and power. Stepan pushed the spiritual force into the still somewhat connected spirit, forcing it to more actively carry the rescued one the fuck out of here, back to her house or wherever she decided to call. And in her wake, there was a shout-image released with full spiritual power!

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:20

"FUCK OFF, YOU STUPID BITCH!" In these images all his worries, his anger at her, at himself, for having decided to save this idiot and to stay here, for her blindness, for her claims, for the whole situation, which was stupid to the extreme, and for the adventures he had found in the middle of nowhere. "FUCK YOU AND LET HORSE FUCKED YOU THERE!"

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:16

It wasn't a curse in any form, of course, he'd tracked it down separately, though he'd thought about trying to use the pure power of his spirit and the witchcraft that the bits of knowledge had given him to pull off such a malefic, but that was too fucking lame, he should be higher than that. He'd rather make fun of dwarves than do such petty shit. But truth be told, the main reason was that there was no time for a good curse anymore, and the petty stuff would be undone by her mom or dad, whoever they were. Nothing, the planet, even this one, seemed to be around, he would meet this Titty around the corner, tell her all and everything, for her deeds, her promises, her love of striking and then thinking, as well as for COMPLIANCE OF FUCKING SAFETY TECHNIQUES FOR RISKY CALLS!
Земля круглая за углом встретимся.

Camrad_RIP 14.06.24 в 19:23

Stepan had suffered in life from his sometimes excessive altruism, but what he didn't have was a tendency to heroic self-sacrifice and suicidal tendencies. And his choice between his life and the life of that psychotic shamaness of some very cool family, he would have waved goodbye to her and gone into the fog, only then he would have avoided Morgrave, just in case. The earthling even now, on this layer of higher spheres, even through all the interference, still felt his body and totems resonating in the amplifying signal.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 09:10

And he still had the bracelets on his hands, in which he had invested only one function, but he had invested it so well that he was waiting for the discovery of knowledge from the artifact branch, but no, the System was greedy. Now on these bracelets is all his hope, otherwise he would only pray to Autogoddess. But even if she saves nowhere her chosen one, Stepan's pride will not survive it, having arranged his death from shame for his own worthlessness. At the moment when the barriers finally collapsed, when the circle-from-circle simply burst, revealing an evil shit, who was the senior spirit minimum, as well as a bunch of smaller shits. Stepan would have waved to them, but his hands were busy.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 08:30

Standing in a crucified carpenter's pose and hovering in the spiritual current, he bent his arms sharply at the elbows, pointing his wrists downward, allowing the bracelets that had disintegrated into segmented tabs to slide downward and gather into two groups of concentric rings at knee level, if his current torpedo-like and fish-like spiritual form, which did not even have a third arm now, had a concept of knees. A moment and each of the circle-bracelets, which was, in essence, a miniature and turned inside out circle-from-circle in an extremely unusual specification, shone with the brightest flash of pure light, slightly burning even Stepan. And then the young man began to be carried away - through each of the circles passed an extremely concentrated stream of ether, a generous portion of spiritual force, burning out the reflection of the bracelets that worked, but this force was under a strict vector, literally imposing this vector on the surrounding universe, where the directions as such may not exist, especially at such a depth.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 08:35

The bracelets guided him, and his consciousness drew a straight line to his own body, and then the homemade Fart jet propulsion carried its creator to the only possible goal. In fact, it was not his idea, but a systematic recipe from the classics of Calls combined with Totems, Territorial magic, and Remote Control techniques. At that moment he was literally persuading his spirit to despise distance, which meant nothing in the spiritual world anyway, and the surrounding reality and etheric currents were temporarily bending to this conviction. And that's why he, rushing in a straight line and flying into new mole holes, did not fall deeper, but every time went up, so he always became closer to the goal, and not vice versa - for a few minutes he simply could not move not in the direction of his own body and the protective totems that outlined him. It wasn't teleportation yet, but something very close to it (even if it only worked on the shaman who had left his body) and, more importantly, it didn't care about distance and space metrics.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 08:42

But, alas, it’s very expensive.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:04

And it still takes quite a long time to prepare.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:04

And extremely dangerous, that's it.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:05

The problem was that a fair share of the hungry spirits - those who were fast enough, smart enough, or just in time to tail the first two categories - were following him, using the channel Stepan had created to pursue him. One of them strengthened this channel to keep up and not to lose the others. The only consolation was that the huge and terrifying elder spirit, which was even stronger than Dreamwalker and certainly stronger than the windy protector of the stupid shamaness, was not among the pursuers. Apparently, having chased the irritant out of his sight, the chupacabra was satisfied enough. Or he thought he would spend more energy on the chase than he would get from eating his victim. However, the shaman would still have to survive the rest of the creatures somehow, and preferably in such a way that Upper Lyady would not die out because of the fact that all this abomination had scattered to the nearest hills and other remote corners.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 08:46

Nothing, he had a ready line of defense there, something to counter his enemies with. Stepan continued to direct himself, wasting the resource of his bracelets, and the stupid thought that he should look like two streams of ether, merged behind his back into one, were blasting directly from his ass. The image was so stupid and clingy that he had to forcefully suppress a smile and keep his concentration, or the slightest mistake and his ass would be ripped off either by the same stream of ether or by the spirits that had caught up with him.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.24 в 09:06

Stepan had not yet seen the real world, but the clock, the clock was working, and he knew exactly what time it was and what time of day it was.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:05

Somewhere out there, in the real world, the last rays of the cold winter sun caressed the motionless, ownerless shaman's body.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:06

It was getting dark.

Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:06

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Camrad_RIP 11.06.24 в 19:05

The shaman arrived on the battlefield first. One could even say that he led all his relentless pursuers in a well-thought-out and carefully planned ambush, and his mental and seeping into the issued images of panic swearing, interspersed with another “God I do not want to die (c)” was simply a means of introducing disinformation in the camp of the enemy, to confuse them and instill a false sense of superiority. That's how Stepan would tell his prospective listeners if he lived to a ripe old age, without revealing such a piquant detail as the barely mastered skill of shit in the spiritual body. Well, even if he had mastered it, he could just tell them that it was his way of throwing shit-bombs out of a fierce anger to slow down the enemy and cause confusion in their already not too slender ranks.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 18:13

The opponents were just a little behind at the moment of entering the zone of control of the clearing, hitting the outer contour of the defense with all their mass. They did, of course, they couldn't help it. It was created for the enemy to break through it, but not immediately, but as late as possible. The shaman had the real luxury of a few moments to think, and he spent those moments thinking hard deciding tactics and next steps. Logic and panic told him to merge right away back into a body that was feeling quite well, fighting in a familiar state and not being afraid to die from a lazy wave. When he returned to the removed suit, he would immediately protect himself from the specific blows of the enemy, as well as be able to attack no less effectively, simply because he would not be afraid to die from the first touch of someone's false legs with a mouth on the end.

Camrad_RIP 12.06.24 в 18:16