06-14-2021, 02:20 PM
While Aiden’s spear was quite intimidating, Jaxen preferred to fight with different weapons. “You don’t seem to mind attacking this face. Maybe you don’t love me as much as you think you do,” he taunted with a hurt look on the fake face. Light or no light, it takes a cold heart to slaughter the image of your beloved.
He stepped backward. Even from the distance, the spear’s heat was felt. When a flicker of fear touched the fake-Sage’s face, it wasn’t entirely falsified.
He had to get his shit together. For one thing, he didn’t enjoy the sight of blood. For another, he really didn’t enjoy the sight of his own. Weapon ideas ran through his mind. Jaxen definitely wasn’t John White who pocketed knives like Jaxen carried condoms. A knife would be useless against a spear. What else was there? Sword. Crossbow. Spikes. Guns. Could you even use the ancient power to create a gun? What would that even look like?
He shook his head. None of those would work. They were too literal. Literal weapons. Jaxen’s strength was elsewhere. His sly gaze briefly studied the spear’s construction. Beneath the shaft was pulses of light – now is not the time to joke about pulsing shafts. The tip was hardened. goddamn it, focus It would definitely do some damage if it got close, Seriously that’s not even funny.
He knew he could maintain the illusion of a fake Sage, but when he swiped Aiden’s smirk off his face, he wanted to do it as himself.
The real Jaxen returned, although just to make himself appear grander, because why not, his attire was lengthened to some sort of scaled armor, little plates of light that gleamed blue-purple-green at the turn of the eye. A copy of Aidens’ spear spun to life. Except when Jaxen attacked, a blue pulse of fiery energy lasered toward his combatant. It would probably be deflected, but it was cool as hell.
Spears clashed, and right away, Jaxen was glad for the fake-armor. Aiden’s movements were a blur, and Jaxen was clearly outmatched.
He stepped backward. Even from the distance, the spear’s heat was felt. When a flicker of fear touched the fake-Sage’s face, it wasn’t entirely falsified.
He had to get his shit together. For one thing, he didn’t enjoy the sight of blood. For another, he really didn’t enjoy the sight of his own. Weapon ideas ran through his mind. Jaxen definitely wasn’t John White who pocketed knives like Jaxen carried condoms. A knife would be useless against a spear. What else was there? Sword. Crossbow. Spikes. Guns. Could you even use the ancient power to create a gun? What would that even look like?
He shook his head. None of those would work. They were too literal. Literal weapons. Jaxen’s strength was elsewhere. His sly gaze briefly studied the spear’s construction. Beneath the shaft was pulses of light – now is not the time to joke about pulsing shafts. The tip was hardened. goddamn it, focus It would definitely do some damage if it got close, Seriously that’s not even funny.
He knew he could maintain the illusion of a fake Sage, but when he swiped Aiden’s smirk off his face, he wanted to do it as himself.
The real Jaxen returned, although just to make himself appear grander, because why not, his attire was lengthened to some sort of scaled armor, little plates of light that gleamed blue-purple-green at the turn of the eye. A copy of Aidens’ spear spun to life. Except when Jaxen attacked, a blue pulse of fiery energy lasered toward his combatant. It would probably be deflected, but it was cool as hell.
Spears clashed, and right away, Jaxen was glad for the fake-armor. Aiden’s movements were a blur, and Jaxen was clearly outmatched.