10-16-2014, 12:35 PM
It ended as it began, in a furious maelstrom of power incarnate. When Nikolai gave his signal, Michael embraced the thrill of battle, tempered by a thin edge of icy determination for the sake of their impassive audience.
As Valdir struck out in blind aggravation Michael's web of Spirit and Fire raked through the man's body and mind. Nikolai spun an obscuring sheet of cloud; dangerous if his opponent decided to blast the entire area, but Valdir was unconscious before he could launch a second assault.
Disappointment was the only appropriate way to explain the dampened euphoric blaze. Even within the shell of the void he could not suppress that.
"He's unconscious,"
Michael explained, spinning a coil of Air that lifted Valdir's limp frame from the ground to hang suspended like a hologram. When the man awoke, he would wish he did not. It was distasteful, but the pressure of constant pain was the only way Michael could ensure Valdir could not attack again. The web he had used on Jaxen a lifetime ago he put to use again, although it was more refined.
So this was the demon? A plague of emotion battered at his defences, disgust, anger, pity, disappointment. The last strongest of all.
Such a waste...
Valdir moaned and his eyes rolled open. Michael said nothing, leaving Nikolai Despite to do as he wished.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Oct 16 2014, 06:51 PM.
As Valdir struck out in blind aggravation Michael's web of Spirit and Fire raked through the man's body and mind. Nikolai spun an obscuring sheet of cloud; dangerous if his opponent decided to blast the entire area, but Valdir was unconscious before he could launch a second assault.
Disappointment was the only appropriate way to explain the dampened euphoric blaze. Even within the shell of the void he could not suppress that.
"He's unconscious,"
Michael explained, spinning a coil of Air that lifted Valdir's limp frame from the ground to hang suspended like a hologram. When the man awoke, he would wish he did not. It was distasteful, but the pressure of constant pain was the only way Michael could ensure Valdir could not attack again. The web he had used on Jaxen a lifetime ago he put to use again, although it was more refined.
So this was the demon? A plague of emotion battered at his defences, disgust, anger, pity, disappointment. The last strongest of all.
Such a waste...
Valdir moaned and his eyes rolled open. Michael said nothing, leaving Nikolai Despite to do as he wished.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Oct 16 2014, 06:51 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."