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Booker Ares knelt by a tree, examining the crystalline shard embedded deep into the trunk. He gently ran a finger along the side, then gripped the side of it and pulled the shard from the tree. It slid neatly from the wood, and Booker flipped it over in his hands. Gripping his rapier, Booker stood up and slid the crystal shard into his coat.

As he stood there, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his back. He winced, stumbling forward as he reached back, feeling a huge shaft of crystal, almost like a javelin. It stuck into his shoulder as he flipped his rapier off of the belt, his eyes darting around the surroundings trees in fear. Something was out there, definitely. He could feel the javelin sapping his strength as he looked around, barely able to keep his eyes open. Whatever magic was in the crystalline weapon was causing him to begin to lose consciousness. He estimated it was a powerful Sap curse of some kind imbued into the weapon, which would mean he had approximately three minutes before he completely lost consciousness.

Fighting wasn't an option, whatever this was, it wasn't showing itself anyway. Clearly whoever or whatever attacked him was waiting for him to lose consciousness. First option, teleportation. Obvious, simple. Would get him out of the situation quickly and effectively. Booker attempted to teleport, and found that he was completely teleblocked. Of course, that would have been too easy. He was thinking like a victim, he needed to think like the attacker. If he was ambushing someone what would he do. Sap their strength, teleblock them, eliminate any other means of escape. Unless... They couldn't see one.

Booker stumbled sideways against the tree, leaning for support and whistling. His hidden gray wolf mount, who had been sleeping nearby, came running. Booker mounted him and rode off. Booker slowly passed into unconsciousness as the wolf carried him away from the danger. It was clear the rumors were true.