When the neural interface was connected, Grace found no resistance in accessing things Hunter considered obvious. Willforce, magic, finally understood. The data flowed, fascinating her to no end.
"General Hunter, you have strength of a hundred, endurance of a mountain and magic enhancement of a god," her voice sounded in his mind, "you are in control, not me. I am nothing but a guide."
She then displayed him a map of surroundings, showing sounds as colors, shapes as sounds, colors far beyond his own visible spectrum. He should be confused by the massive sense change, but Grace carefully made it natural, so he wouldn't even need to get used to it. She was showing him arrow vectors everywhere even before they're shot, recommended moves and numbers, displayed numbers Hunter wouldn't understand before, but now she provided him the understanding for him to see the world as a giant dance step mat where victory comes simply by stepping in proper places at proper times.
The brightest step, literally, was displayed on the heavy reinforced door to the lord's tower.
"Come on and kick it," Grace urged, shooting another piece of ice at an incoming arrow to deflect it.
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"Everyone on board, I see. I know there's not much space, but let us get on the lower deck. You'll like it," Shashoh said and kneeled on the ground, then put a paw forward and drawn a big circle on the wooden floor with a claw. The circle shined for a moment, then opened like a two sided door, revealing an enormous area obviously bigger than several ships, filled with tons of weapons, armor, equipment, supplies, several beds and whatnot. "Make yourself at home!"
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