Mental Magic
J
ake walked slowly toward his chosen prey’s direction. Mystie looked to be in internal conflict, so he decided to make it a bit easier for the bird. “It’s D-grade... clearly intelligent. I have no way to determine its exact power without meeting it, so it will be dangerous. This isn’t your fight, so I won’t drag you into it. Just go back and take care of things.”
Mystie looked at him with a bit of concern, and he understood its doubts. To pursue an enemy of unknown strength wasn’t the safest or wisest course of action, and the two hawks had placed many expectations on him.
“Relax, I’ll be able to escape even if things go south. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m faster by myself than with you or Hawkie.” He ended with a smile, assuring the bird.
Jake saw it fly off as he turne
