We’d found a hunter.

  It didn’t matter if it was a bounty hunter or someone who was out hunting the wild monsters. All that mattered was the Minotaur was only wearing pants and he was moving towards us.

  “Get back to Trent!” I pounded on the back of the driver’s seat.

  “There’s those things behind me!” The brown woman turned around to look at me. “I can’t run them over!”

  I reached for the roof, but Justia grabbed my arm.

  “Miel was up there and loaded it for her. If you try shooting that thing…” The green woman swallowed. “How many shots can you get off?”

  She had a point. Weapons that required a level caused a lot of harm to those who were underleveled. Some people had tried to make weapons out of high-tier materials, then coat them with lower-tier materials until they were down to a level that someone like me could use it. From what I understood, the result was that the weapons usually exploded after very few and sometimes in the middle of the first use. Straight up using a weapon that was outside of my level would result in ‘level burns’, which was why Gesai had to wear elbow-length gloves to hide the scars. The gun on the roof was probably only Tier Five, but if Miel had loaded it, then it would probably kill me with the feedback from a single trigger pull.

  “I’ll shoot out the bathroom!” I reached into my CB as I hurried to the back of the RV and threw open the window. What were the bulls weak to? Growing up in Aurox, the place known for its various cow-type monsters, I should have known the answer without having to think. The problem was that there were many different elemental types and different groups that I’d worked for had used different elements depending on their own elemental affinity.

  I pulled out a clip of Fire Shot and snapped it into my pistol. The gun wasn’t magical, which hurt a little and it would have been nice to have Aelin back here with her Magic Arrow spells, but my Magic was my strongest stat.

  “GO!” I opened fire.

  One thing I’d learned about my bullets was that unless I scored a direct hit on a vital area AND the monster had very weak defenses, I wasn’t going to do a lot of damage. So I wasn’t surprised when my first shot didn’t kill the monster.

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  But it sent it running.

  The RV picked up speed as we sped backwards. I did my best to shoot at any of the monsters who were on the road. Most of my shots hit one of the monsters, but a few missed and landed in the grass. It wasn’t long before both sides of the road were burning as the fires I’d started spread across the dry grass.

  “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Aelin screamed from the front.

  “Just keep driving!” I stole a glance at the front, where the Minotaur was charging straight at us. Aelin was going almost 60mph and the hunter was barely falling behind. Ether or RIx would have been better at guessing, but my guess was that the Minotaur had to have at least Tier Four Speed. Since Minotaurs were usually defensive demihumans, his Defense was probably at least a tier or two higher. Which meant the person chasing us was at least in the fifties, if not the sixties.

  “We’re not losing him!” Aelin watched the screen in the center console, which showed the view behind us.

  “I can see that!” I pulled out a clip filled with Spark Shot and fired another shot. “How far back did they get out?”

  “A few minutes before you got up.” Justia swallowed. “Do you think they’re okay?”

  “They’re fine!” I had to put in a lot of effort not to scream. Keeping clips of my spells allowed me to be able to pop them off quickly through the barrel of my pistol without the need to say the spell name each time to cast it. On the downside, it still cost me half the spell cost, which meant that I could chew through my mana very quickly and I hadn’t seen any of the monsters go down yet.

  I saw a flash of lightning down the road and my heart sank as I realized why we hadn’t caught up to Trent and Miel yet.

  “STOP!” I braced as the RV screeched to a halt.

  We were close enough that I was able to see the two Minotaur in black armor fighting against my father and mother-in-law. It was dark out, but the lightning that Trent was throwing lit up the sky well enough that I could make out the emblem of a shattered moon on their enemy’s armor.

  It’d been a game that we’d played when I was still at the Temple, but we’d tried to learn all of the God’s emblems. It had started with just those in the Cathedral Ward, then expanded to all the wards around ours. Once I’d started working for the Dispatchers as a Porter, I’d begun to learn about different emblems for different adventuring and farming groups. I wasn’t very good with the city emblems outside the Wards around us, but I knew the difference between a Noble’s emblem and one of the Gods.

  The shattered moon was the emblem of Aeraelly, the God of Madness from the Synagogue Ward. The only people allowed to wear that emblem were members of his private guard, which I’d recently learned were usually descendants.

  Trent and Miel were fighting godsired.

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