03-19-2014, 11:08 PM
Michael's answer was an arc of Air driven Fire bursting forth from his left side to curl around and guard his rear. The creature struck with the descending shadows as the sun set, flowing in through the cracks as mist.
Forcing himself upright, he had only the tendrils of his Wardings to guide the nets of binding Air as it blurred across his vision. The bindings caught thin air while the creature attacked from the right.
Michael had barely enough time to rebuff it with a crude wall of Air. It slipped sideways as it hit and resumed it's assault without so much as a hint that it had been hindered. It's form flowed naturally around his probing strikes and drew closer.
He lashed the slithering monster with nets of Air, Fire and even drew upon Water to test it for weakness, all to no avail. It slowed only once when Michael hesitated and
"Help!" he called in a tight voice. The creature's mouth curled up in a smile that was anything but pleasant.
It's deadly limbs came within striking distance forcing Michael to twist to the left to avoid a vicious swipe which cut through the brown wool like a scythe in a cornfield.
At that moment Michael made his move. He spun Fire and Earth with all of his strength to create a miniature explosion aimed at the floor below. He was propelled backwards by the force and watched the monster turn to mist before the faded into a hazy blur as he hit the metal wall producing a dull thud.
In the moments of incoherence he hoped that Dr. Weston managed to exploit the opening he had created. It would allow her precious moments of safety - unless the mist was as deadly as its human form. He had lost his grip on the power and pain flooded his already confused mind.
His ears rang and for a long moment he was at the mercy of the fickle masters chance and fortune.
He was not exactly sure what ensued in the intervening lapse but as he regained his faculties he watched the creature shy away - in pain or surprise, he could not say - then cock it's head. Time stood still before, with a last baleful glare at Michael it disappeared as fast as it had entered.
It was then Michael noticed the urgent beeping of his communications pad. His head spun and he grew irritable. Could they not take care of themselves for a day?
Then he read the message and the irritation faded with his sinking heart.
Ah...
Forcing himself upright, he had only the tendrils of his Wardings to guide the nets of binding Air as it blurred across his vision. The bindings caught thin air while the creature attacked from the right.
Michael had barely enough time to rebuff it with a crude wall of Air. It slipped sideways as it hit and resumed it's assault without so much as a hint that it had been hindered. It's form flowed naturally around his probing strikes and drew closer.
He lashed the slithering monster with nets of Air, Fire and even drew upon Water to test it for weakness, all to no avail. It slowed only once when Michael hesitated and
"Help!" he called in a tight voice. The creature's mouth curled up in a smile that was anything but pleasant.
It's deadly limbs came within striking distance forcing Michael to twist to the left to avoid a vicious swipe which cut through the brown wool like a scythe in a cornfield.
At that moment Michael made his move. He spun Fire and Earth with all of his strength to create a miniature explosion aimed at the floor below. He was propelled backwards by the force and watched the monster turn to mist before the faded into a hazy blur as he hit the metal wall producing a dull thud.
In the moments of incoherence he hoped that Dr. Weston managed to exploit the opening he had created. It would allow her precious moments of safety - unless the mist was as deadly as its human form. He had lost his grip on the power and pain flooded his already confused mind.
His ears rang and for a long moment he was at the mercy of the fickle masters chance and fortune.
He was not exactly sure what ensued in the intervening lapse but as he regained his faculties he watched the creature shy away - in pain or surprise, he could not say - then cock it's head. Time stood still before, with a last baleful glare at Michael it disappeared as fast as it had entered.
It was then Michael noticed the urgent beeping of his communications pad. His head spun and he grew irritable. Could they not take care of themselves for a day?
Then he read the message and the irritation faded with his sinking heart.
Ah...
"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."