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Sequence 1 Merge 3, Element’s Altered Jackal, Human Jackal smiled at the Omega Runner as he ran a finger along his cheek, letting his raw essence seep into him and move down. “You like this?” The other Runner swallowed and nodded, then moaned as Jackal’s Fever essence reached his groin. He couldn’t do much with his essence, being Upsilon, and with an element the guild hadn’t been ready to train. He hadn’t planned on this element. Talking with other fighters, he’d figured that once he was ready, he’d pick Earth, or Metal. Two elements that lent themselves to how physical he was when fighting. But the option had been taken from him, which, normally, he’d complain about, but the alternative would have been dying, and that he would have hated more. He had expected to die when the assassin’s knife planted deep in his stomach. Stomach wounds weren’t the kind of thing someone survived without help, and he’d been an idiot and followed the promise of a quick fuck to an unfinished building in this little dungeon town. The man had whispered a greeting from his father before letting Jackal fall to the ground and walking away. Desperation and terror had let him crawl to the door. He had to warn Tibs. Without him as the focus of his father’s anger, there was no telling the damage he’d do to anyone he’d known. He hadn’t made it past. Too weak, too scared, too pissed, he’d fallen into darkness. And woken into the embrace of Fever, although he hadn’t realized that, then. All he’d known was how good it felt to feel that…flesh over him, in him, caressing him in places no other guy had ever reached. He woke to the best orgasm he’d ever felt, with Fever as his element. Of course, the guild had done nothing about his father’s attempted assassination. They didn’t care his father was already settled into this soon to be town, taking control of how it grew, how it would serve him almost as much as it served the guild. So long as he didn’t interfere with the runs, he could do whatever he wanted. And the killing of one, used-to-be Omega, Runner didn’t qualify as interfering. Not with how many of them died attempting to survive the dungeon with each run. While waiting for them to track down a trainer, and with Tibs’s insight, Jackal set about working out what he could do with his element. One part was ensuring he could defend himself with it; another was recreating what he’d felt in Fever’s embrace so he could share it with other guys. He had had more success with that part, as the other Runner’s needy panting demonstrated. He’d let him reach orgasm, but first, he wanted to make sure he benefited from his overly aroused state by— The sword being unsheathed behind Jackal caused him to curse and push his potential playmate away so he wouldn’t be caught in this. Turning caused the sword to open Jackal’s side, and he was already closing the wound by filling it with Fever before his punch connected with the woman’s face. He wasn’t surprised by the green and black shirt she wore. He’d had to burn his favorite one because those were his father’s colors. He kicked her away before she’d regained her footing, but she didn’t fall, and the added distance let her raise her sword. Her eyes widened when the threatening display caused him to throw himself at her. He’d never been one to be scared off, even before he had an element that let him heal. The impact sent them to the ground, where he punched her over and over until her face was unrecognizable. He stood and kicked her for good measure. He considered killing her, but he had someone to get back to, and he didn’t know if doing that in cold blood would break the mood. So he settled for talking her light coin pouch. Cleaning the blood off was only a matter of absorbing the Fever to help replenish what he’d used to heal himself as he turned, then he smiled at the runner still on the ground where he’d fallen, looking at him in awe and panting. “I’m awesome, aren’t I?” The runner nodded but, by the glazed expression, might not have understood. Jackal didn’t mind. He dropped to his knees between the guy’s legs. The erection was noticeable against the worn fabric of the town pants. He’d been in that state for a while, even without Jackal keeping him there. Once pooled, Fever took time to flow away. He cupped the balls and cock. “How about we enjoy this?” The other guy moaned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned and pulled the pants down. “I’m going to show you why you’ve heard all those stories about me.” He leaned in and took the shaft in his mouth. * * * * * He entered the tavern, whistling. “Take that outside,” the barkeep snarled. “I don’t want any of your happy attitude in here.” “It’s just because you can’t enjoy me the way every guy in town does, Maurine.” She snorted. “I wouldn’t want you even if you offered.” He took the two tankards and handed the copper. “Then it’s a good thing for both of us I’m not offering, isn’t it?” He lowered his voice. “Your man, on the other hand, if you ever get tired of him, send him my way.” “How about you go to your man and leave mine alone?” He laughed, walking away. “Tibs’s not my man.” He put the tankard before his teammate. “I mean, you’ve yet to say yes, anyway.” The smaller and younger Runner rolled his milky-white eyes. “Go ask someone else. Even if you filled me with Fever, I’d still say no.” “Anyone here who has the potential of saying yes?” Jackal asked, sitting. His teammate sighed, taking a tankard. “That isn’t how this works, and you know it. Potentia is about a different kind of potential.” Jackal smiled. “But is it? Or is that just what the guild told you? And even if it is for those others out there with your element, you aren’t like them.” “Don’t—” Tibs looked around, worried, then lowered his voice. “Don’t talk about that part. And yes, it is. I know it the way I know the other stuff I know.” “It’s not like there are any clerics around to call you a heretic.” “But people talk.” “They have more interesting things to that about than you. Like if the guild’s going to do anything about the troubles the town is having.” Tibs snorted. “So long as your father sticks to that, there are no chances they’ll do anything.” Jackal nodded and brought up the sensitive subject. “Have you had any thought about our new sorcerer?” Tibs looked away. “We need to find one, Tibs. I know Walter’s death hurt, he was your best friend. But the runs need to happen, and that means we need a sorcerer. If we don’t find one, they’ll put one on the team, and you aren’t going to have any say about it.” “I know.” “But?” “But they’ll have to be the right person, the right fit for us and them, if we’re going to help them become better.” Jackal smiled. Tibs was the only person he knew who was almost more interested in helping others improve themselves than he was improving his situation. “What about that girl? The one who lost most of her team on their last run? The pale eyed one.” “Carina?” Tibs asked, his tone disbelief. “She’s Purity.” “But she isn’t a cleric. I thought they were all clerics.” “No, but they all think the same things. And that includes that someone like me can’t exist, that can’t be allowed to exist. I think that she’ll go far. She’d a hard worker, even as Purity goes. If not for the certainty she’d want me dead, I could help her. There’s Don. The last team he was on also kicked him off.” Jackal shuddered. “With the way he just stares into you, I’m not surprised.” “He has Mind, so it is what he does.” “Aren’t you worried he’ll work out what you are?” “I think I can help him improve enough before that happens, he won’t tell anyone.” “I guess he could do if we can’t find anyone else. Speaking of which, where are the two lovebirds?” Tibs smirked. “Is that jealousy?” Jackal rolled his meat red eyes. “No, it’s me having told them to be here so we could talk about a replacement sorcerer and them probably off fucking somewhere.”