Tamura glared with much intensity, and a vitriol unmatched by most women.
“You might not be, if you keep talking…” she seethed pointing a knife at him, “but I am as much wanted as you. And we’re stuck on a fucking desert continent!” She seethed clasping her hand in fury, “so without you, I’m pretty much fucked.”
Madakos nodded, which made her even more angry, he went to make 6 constructs near the beach. Looking around to see if anyone was watching. Tamura tried to pick up the 2 in the boat, getting her legs wet as she clambered back onto the boat, it did not budge, and she tried multiple times to move but it did not want to move even a millimetre. Madakos went over wading through the ocean water, getting himself totally drenched, picking up the constructs and put them by the others, Tamura clenched her fist into a ball and started sharpening one knife on another.
It must be only someone with Zira who can lift it up. They both thought.
He realised afterwards he must have said it aloud, because Tamura’s anger seemed to have dissipated.
“Surely a very strong person could though?” She asked, curious more than anything.
Her brown eyes gleamed at him, expecting some kind of answer that he did not have, nonetheless he humoured her with a simple:
“Perhaps?” He said, unsure himself.
19 constructs in total became 20. He had 9 on this island, and as Tamura complained of thirst, small trickles of water were added to her water flask, she asked for more but Madakos asked her to be patient. He added 2 more, making his total 22. Energy flowed through him, but he noted a worse problem. Large Scorpion-Men and ants fought in the distance, then turned their heads at Madakos. The Scorpion-Men were more Human like, with blatant cognition, while the ants seemed to be more instinct driven. Madakos immediately hurled fire at them, killing the cluster that was there, a large ant emerging from the flames to charge them before Tamura stabbed it in the head multiple times, then across the body in a flurry of ruthless blows, before it collapsed and died. Again she stared at him, she smelled of salt water and now increasingly sweat crept into her saltiness, the sun beamed down, easily drying her, but the salt did not mask her fury. Madakos waited a good 5 and half minutes before putting another construct, and again some time later to make 24 constructs. Madakos meditated to make an extra creator of Zira, but Tamura interrupted him too often. She clasped her nose and sat down in the fine thin orange sand.
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“Create a flame will you.”
“I’m expanding my magic capabilities, can you…”
Her eyes glared upwards at him. She then wore a put on smile, and said:
“Oh I see, so you don’t want to eat today, oh well. That’s a shame.”
“Fine, get off my case,” he said creating a small grilling flame.
She toasted two fish, nodding triumphantly as Madakos tutted. At the end of it she offered him one of them. It took longer this time to get more constructs, as he was being undermined by her persistent nagging. Nonetheless he ate his fish, picking out bones and spitting them, but enjoying the salty flavour and the grilled texture.
“Thank you,” he said graciously.
Sayings thanks before being demanded to is probably a wise decision. He thought, sighing, a mere moment later.
Madakos created flame and water, keeping Tamura’s thirst at bay as he continually increased his magic. 24 constructs became 26, which soon became 30, which soon became 34, which became 38, by which time it was night. Madakos slept in his own clothes on the fine thin sand; Tamura likewise did the same thing. The din of night was peaceful, the cold of the night was not there, Tamura’s eyes shot open, but she realised Madakos had spent a small bit of his magic fortune on a small open air hearth, heating them and keeping them from freezing in the night.
